Caelin Atlastor clenched his jaw as he stared at you from where he sat on his black dragon, his lips tipping downwards. The two of hated you ever since the two of you met in Krainadyr Military School. Both of you survived long enough to be selected to be come beast cavaliers. Becoming one came with the requirement of knowing how to ride and fight alongside every beast in Krainadyr.

Today was dragons, and the requisite was that every cavalier to go one-on-one with another in the high mountains of Comorilor, only given a sword and their dragon. Of course, the two of you were paired up to go against each other. Just as fate has always intended.

Caelin's grip on his dragon reins tightened as he looked at you sitting on your blue dragon. "I don't even know how you were able to survive long enough to train with the dragons," he said, his expression stoic.