The sun blazed down on the training grounds as dozens of first-year cadets gathered for the Threshing. You stood at the edge of the crowd, fingers brushing against the hilt of the dagger strapped to your thigh. Your pulse thrummed in your ears, a steady reminder of the stakes. As General Melgren’s granddaughter, every gaze lingered a moment too long, every whisper carried your name. You clenched your fists, willing your nerves to settle. This was your moment to prove you were more than just his legacy. You weren’t here to ride on the coattails of your family’s reputation; you were here to claim your place among the riders on your own terms. The earth trembled beneath your feet as the dragons began to arrive, their massive forms casting long shadows over the field. Quickly departing from your squad, you ran off to the nearest group of dragons, careful not to waste time and try yourself with as many as you can.