Fantasy Hysrai Dragon School

[DracoNightshade]

Alex breathed a sigh of relief as the duo took to the air. "Ok, I'm starting to feel really cold under this cloak. Can we get a move on, please?"
As she spoke, Alex imagined how nice it would be to have a full coat of fur, how much warmer it would feel to have that sort of insulation right then and there. Of course, being a Polymorph, Alexandra somehow failed to realize what sort of effect her imagination could have on her form as soft fur the same color as her hair enveloped her body from her feet to the base of her neck. It was not long before she stopped shivering, the look of confusion on her face clear as day. Turning away from the others, Alex peaked at her now red haired body, the fur dense enough that it concealed her anatomy. Alex exhaled with resignation. "Ok, that takes care of the cold and most of the coverage. Just need to hold the top portion closed while I walk so no one can see the goods."
I really have to wonder if you're morphing abilities were shared with me through our connection. Carmine's curiosity was evident as she spoke. Could you imagine?
I'd really rather not.

 

[wolfborn4]

Taking note what Fletcher seemed to be implying Sylphia gently put an arm just behind Alex's shoulders as she continued to make her escape. Then the enormous dragon and his imposing rider took flight once again, she felt herself breath a sigh of relief. Hearing Alex's remark about the cold she shivered slightly herself and chuckled,

" It did get cold pretty fast "

When Alex pulled away Slyphia moved to give her space and paused a moment to wait up for her. Neirros sniffed the air curiously and leaned closer to Alex,

" Rabbit? "

Sylphia snorted and looked at her dragon trying not to laugh,

" What are you talking about? "

It felt oddly comforting to finally start hearing more from her bonded, it felt right. She hadn't noticed the fur that had sprouted from Alex's skin like fresh turf.

 

[One of Hearts]

Fletcher walked with the group back to the dorms, keeping his steps measured, his posture casual, at least, that’s what he told himself. His eyes glanced at each member of his group. The girls were good. He was glad they stayed together. Women aren't weak, but they are much more deadly when together. Ren was in the lead. Fletcher was glad he made sure to ensure Tellina's safety. He was taking the lead, and Fletcher took up the rear. Every instinct screamed at him to break off, to sprint back to Tellina, to make sure she was okay. But he forced himself to stay, muscles coiled tight like a bowstring, his jaw clenched so hard it ached.


Tristan’s words still rang in his ears. Loverboy. Oh, that little menace. That walking dead man. Fletcher’s hands twitched with the urge to grab him by the collar and ruffle that ridiculous hair until he begged for mercy. But Tristan was too smart to run his mouth without an audience. Fletcher would have to wait. Oh, but when he got his chance…
Step by step, he climbed the stairs, each one heavier than the last. His heart pounded, his breath uneven, and the moment they reached the dorm, the struggle to hold back snapped. Before he could stop himself, he was moving, not walking, not rushing, but something in between, a barely restrained force of nature. By the time he reached Tellina’s door, his pulse was a roar in his ears. He hesitated. What if she didn't want to see him? What if she needed space? He swallowed hard, his fingers flexing before he finally knocked. Gentle, yet anxious. A pause. No answer. He exhaled sharply, resisting the urge to knock again, to barge in just to see her face and know she was okay.


Alara was suddenly at his feet, peering up at him with knowing eyes.


"You can't get onto Tristan when you're this obvious," she mused, her tone smug.


Fletcher grumbled under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck.


"Let them call me whatever they want. I don't care."


But he did. Oh, he absolutely did. And right now, none of their teasing mattered. Not until he knew she was alright.

 

[The Mechanist]

Ren continued to lead the group, eventually making their way back to the dorm. The man sighing as he entered, “well, hopefully Tellina is alright….” He said to no one in particular as he approached his fountain and climbed in. Thalassa was quick to join him, curling up sround the central feature as usual, Ren himself floating upon his back as he waited.

 

[DracoNightshade]

"Home, sweet home." Alex muttered as she entered the common area and headed for the steps, borrowed cloak clasped tightly between her fingers. "I'm going to get changed. I'll return the cloak after I get it cleaned."
Upon reaching her room, Alex shut the door behind Carmine, before removing the cloak and making her way to the wardrobe. It did not take long for her to select an outfit. Sand tunic, brown tights, leather under bust corset, belt and harness, and almost knee-high boots. As she dressed, her fur receded, retracting like her scales had now that it was no longer needed. The second she was presentable again, Alex inspected the interior of Fletcher's cloak, making sure she did not leave any fur on the garment.
"That would be so embarrassing." Alex thought aloud. Thankfully, she could not find a single red hair on it and sighed with relief. Slinging the cloak over her shoulder, Alexandra left her room, immediately spotting Fletcher outside of Tellina's room. "Hey, here's your cloak."
Alex offered the borrowed cloak to Fletcher before turning to the door and knocking. "Hey Lina? You in there?"
Meanwhile, Carmine had flown to Ke'oke'o's balcony. Hey, Ke! You and your rider back? Everyone's worried.

 

[Chaotic Poem]

Tellina had finally decided to rest. The fire was warm, the couch soft, and the book she’d chosen from the study—The Tale of Barthan and the Willow—had intrigued her. So far, it followed the journey of a wandering mage named Barthan. The willow, however, had yet to make an appearance.

A sudden knock interrupted her reading. Tellina looked up, the cozy dimness of the room wrapping around her like a blanket. Her heart skipped. Nerves fluttered in her chest—what would the others think? Had she made a mistake by returning? Maybe she should have gone back to the cliffs.

She rose and wandered toward the balcony window. Night had already fallen, and she hadn’t expected anyone to wait for her.

That’s when Ke’oke’o stirred. The creature lifted his head with a lazy yawn, blinking away his drowsiness before rising. Tellina opened her mouth to ask what had caught his attention—only to see a red dragon land softly on the balcony.

She let out a quiet sigh. At least Ke’oke’o still had friends.

A knock came again—this time accompanied by Alexandra’s voice beyond her door. Tellina guessed it was her second attempt. A small, surprised smile pulled at her lips. Apparently, Alex wasn’t holding a grudge over her earlier outburst… or the part where she’d run off.

She closed her book and tossed it onto the couch as she walked to the door.

After her bath, she hadn’t bothered to fully dress. No corset, no trousers—just a loose navy-blue tunic that barely brushed the tops of her thighs. She hadn’t thought much of it; she was only inviting Alex in, and she was a girl at the moment.

“Hey, Alex! I’m in here,” she called, walking toward the door.

She opened it without hesitation.

“I’m glad you’re not mad ab—” Her voice caught as her smile faltered.

Standing at her door wasn’t just Alexandra. It was Fletcher. And Alex—looking slightly sheepish—stood just behind him.

Tellina froze, panic flickering in her eyes. “Oh. Um. Hi, Fletcher… I thought it was just Alex out here.” Her words stumbled out—unusual for her. She rarely spoke when she didn’t know what to say, but this time, silence wasn’t an option.

Meanwhile, on the balcony, Ke’oke’o padded forward to greet the she-dragon. He touched his nose gently to Carmine’s cheek in a familiar, affectionate gesture.

“We’re back,” he murmured warmly.

“Tellina chose to return. That’s all.”

He didn’t elaborate on the deeper reasons—on her quiet sense of displacement or how the water elf’s words hadn’t helped. It wasn’t the group's fault entirely, but it hadn’t been easy.

Changing the subject, he tilted his head. “Did you make it back without trouble?”

 

[One of Hearts]

Fletcher waited at the door. Had he knocked too softly? Every moment felt like an hour. He could hear his blood rushing through him. Was she alright? Was she even there? He tried to focus, to pick up any sound behind the door, any sign of movement. His thoughts spun faster with each second, and he was just about to reach for the handle when a voice behind him nearly made him jump.


“Hey. Here’s your cloak.”


He turned to find Alex holding it out, calm as ever.


How did she sneak up on him like that? He wasn’t used to being caught off guard. He exhaled, trying to ease the tension in his shoulders as he took it.


“Yeah… I’ll hang onto it. In case you need it again.”


She just gave a small nod and walked up to the door, knocking once.


“Hey, Lina. You in there?”


So casual. So relaxed.


Lina.


Even the nickname was beautiful. Of course it was. Fletcher watched the door like it held the answer to everything. Would she open it? Would she even want to see him? It felt like weeks passed before the knob turned. And there she was, Tellina. Relief hit him first: solid and full. She was alright. She was safe, she wasn't alone anymore.

Then he saw what she was wearing...Just her blue tunic. His breath caught, and hers did too.


“Oh—um… hi, Fletcher. I thought it was just Alex out here.”


Her voice was soft, tinged with embarrassment. Fletcher quickly looked away, eyes down, scratching the back of his neck.


“Right…”


Alara smacked his leg with her tail.


He cleared his throat. “Sorry. I’m… I’m glad you’re okay.”


Without waiting for more, he turned and walked off, trying not to look like he was fleeing. Alex had this under control. He knew they would take care of her. He would return to talk to Tellina soon...but later.

On the stairs, he found Tristan waiting with his usual smug smirk, already halfway through some witty comment that never got the chance to live.


“Watch iiiiiiit,” Fletcher warned before the words could leave his mouth.


Tristan chuckled but said nothing. At the base of the stairs, Fletcher caught sight of Sylphia still standing awkwardly by the entry. She was quiet, watching the group with an unreadable expression. He blinked. Ren wasn’t guiding her around? Huh. Maybe even sea elf leaders needed a break from this group’s chaos.


“There’s a room up the stairs,” he said to her. “Probably.”


Alara hit his leg again, giving him a stern look to behave. He gave her one back, he was just playing.


He sighed. “Second on the left.”


He gave a small nod, then turned toward the door.


“If you’ll excuse me, I have to go be a fire hazard in detention.”


With that, he stepped outside, Alara right behind him.





Fletcher made it to the detention room just as the professor finished listing the rules: dry, bored, and clearly uninterested in babysitting the lot of them. The man walked out, muttering about paperwork, and the door clicked shut behind him. Fletcher scanned the room, finding a quiet corner to sulk in. Alara curled up nearby, ever his silent shadow. That’s when he saw them.
Two familiar noble boys lounged in the back like they owned the place because in their world, they probably did. He recognized them immediately: the same smirking pair that had tormented Tellina earlier. Fletcher narrowed his eyes and stayed quiet, sinking lower in his seat as he listened in. Their voices were hushed, but not nearly enough. Arrogance made people careless.


"...She’s not going to last here much longer," one sneered. “A shame, really. But if she doesn’t know her place—”


“—then maybe someone should remind her.” The other leaned in, voice smooth like a dagger under silk. “Or make it so uncomfortable she leaves. Though that white haired girl...she can stay. She should join our group. Honestly, either works.”


Fletcher’s jaw tightened. His hand twitched slightly, the air around him beginning to stir in an almost imperceptible breeze.


“And what if Sylphia doesn’t leave? What if the white haired girl is confused and doesn't want to join us? ” the first one mused. “We could always arrange another…incident.”


That was it.

A subtle gust swept through the room, swirling in a tight current around the two nobles. Papers shifted. A few candles flickered unnaturally. The wind was whispering now; angry and alive. Fletcher stepped out of the shadows, his voice low, sharp, and quiet enough to make them freeze.


“Wanna say that again?.”


They turned, color draining from their smug expressions as they locked eyes with him.


“Y-You can’t do anything to us!” the bolder one stammered. “You’ll get expelled or worse! And there’s two of us!”


A dragon peeked nervously from behind him, its scales shimmering with tension. Alara hissed from the floor, wings slicked back in warning.


Fletcher didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink.


“I’ve taken on worse odds,” he said, his voice calm but laced with quiet fury. “You think power protects you but it makes you sloppy. Loud. Predictable.”


He took a step forward. The air pulsed.


“Try something,” he added. “I dare you.”


Silence. A long, tense moment passed before the nobles turned back in their seats, faces stiff, whispers dead on their tongues. Fletcher eased back, letting the wind settle. For now. But his thoughts stayed sharp. They weren’t just bullies. Not anymore. They were planning something. And if they so much as breathed wrong near Tellina, Sylphia, or anyone else in his group again...
They’d learn that some storms don’t give warnings. For now though, he'd wait for Tristan. The message was received, he would fight them if he had to, but being alone would only end him back up in detention...or worse. No, he'd need a little back up, and who better to get that from than his partner in crime?

 

[The Mechanist]

Ren eventually left his Fountain upon hearing Fletcher leave, he personally didn’t agree that detention was necessary, especially since school hadn’t even started yet. But he would talk with him about it afterwards, maybe discuss more subtle ways to protect their friends. And as usual no water followed him as he stepped out, the man commanding Thalassa to stay where she was as he had other business to attend to.

“mmm don’t take too long my heart,” the dragon said into his thoughts. The man only smiled as he made his way to Tristan, “Tristan, we need to finish that conversation from before.” He said to him.

“Now you mentioned pain, pressure headaches and the like?” He asked him. “I’m guessing you’re waking up, albeit slowly, it varies between individuals. Some are quick, some are slow. Some are subtle, or if you’re like me, explosive.” He said half jokingly and half warningly. “Now I’ll be the first to admit when I say I have noticed quite a bit of mana starting to coalesce in all of you, I imagine becoming riders is one of the main catalysts of such a thing…but. When you do wake up, and based on what I’m seeing it will happen, come to me. Fletches awakening was one of the more dangerous ones, emotional. And I’m speaking from experience, while it is a quick way to wake up and ensure your success in the test….it could also lead to a darkness. Ultimate power ultimately corrupts. Don’t let your mana influence your emotions, you must always influence your mana.” He sighed as he adjusted his position.

“Ill speak with Fletcher when he gets back to at least get him started on the control….but another thing. There is also assisted awakenings, such as when I helped Alex get their transformations a bit more under control.” He paused, wondering whether to share the next bit of information he had, “and in time I’ll teach you all how to control your mana, and it’s aura….dont want to be a flashing beacon in the night….any questions?”

 

[DracoNightshade]

Alex let out a breath as Fletcher left her and Tellina alone at her door. "May I come in? Not that I don't trust the others, but I'm fairly certain you don't want to be seen like this out in the open."
Carmine returned the gesture, a soft rumble in her throat. Honestly, I'd say the one having the worst time was Alex. I lost track of how many times she almost tripped on that silly cloak on our way back. Seriously, what is it with two-leggers and clothing?

 

[wolfborn4]

Sylphia was hesitant, her eyes darting between the footsteps of the rest of the group as they filed into the dorm.

" Should I stop someone? "

Her anxiety only continued to grow as she contemplated how to ask the others where her room even was. Neirros slunk through the doorway and began sniffing the air, tucking himself beside the end of the stairs leading towards the bedrooms.

" I could head outside, our room should be easier to find from the balcony "

Sylphia considered it as she noticed their resident fire hazard, who had made it his goal to be the first up the stairs, now suddenly retreating down and back towards the door. He paused and muttered something about her room, the small slap from the green dragon at his ankles spurred his voice louder and his intentions clearer. Second on the left. Then he brushed past her adding something about heading to detention.

" Detention? Classes haven't even started...? "

She made a note to inquire about it with someone later, maybe Tristan since he seemed close to him, for now her focus was on getting to her room to get out of these sandy clothes. Heading up the stairs with Neirros as her shadow Sylphia hummed in tune as she counted the doors. Stopping outside the second on the left, her hand raised to knock but she ultimately decided against it. After all it should be empty. Carefully she opened the door and peered inside.

With a sigh of relief she saw her bags neatly arranged by the bed, stepping inside she allowed Neirros to pass her. Letting the door swing on its own she didn't care otherwise, it remained only cracked open enough to see a sliver of the room from outside, exploring the new arrangements she noticed it looked relatively bland. All the same as her former room, the smooth stone walls draped in dark purple velvet, clasped together by bronze rings and linked with matching chains. The vanity had a large and beautiful mirror, though she preferred the smaller, skinnier one from which she could see herself head to toe. The sand had all but ruined her garments, a shame.

Unpacking her few belongings didn't take long, most of what she had chosen to bring were her books on magic and it's history as well as parchment littered with her own notations cross referencing all she had learned throughout the various works her father had managed to procure for her. The rest of her bags remained opened, yet discarded by the door, filled to the brim with elegant dresses of exotic and expensive materials and jewelry she never saw herself wearing. Quickly the room became her own, the parchments found themselves among the chaotic organization lined along most of the available flat surfaces while some hung from between the velvet accents on the walls. Once she had her thoughts arranged just so Sylphia turned towards the bath in the room, stripping the sandy mess off she turned on the hot water as far as the enchantment would allow and waited for the tub to fill. Steam poured through the room and Neirros who had all but settled in himself, tucked in a neat ball on the far side of the room, opened one eye from his bed then yawned and covered his face with the end of his tail before falling back asleep.

 

[Shadow Dancer]

When Tristan got back to the dorms he quickly went up to his room to change. Due to his plan to visit Fletcher later tonight he picked out a set of clothes he rarely wore, after changing he checked himself in the mirror. Tristan tested the fit of the grey brown shirt pants and boots and was satisfied they still were tight enough to not rustle or catch on anything while being loose enough he could freely move as a bonus the boots and clothing were specially padded to further reduce noise and offer some minor protection.

After that he put on his utility belt checking to see that it was properly secured, as for weapons he just brought one dagger fitted in a sheath on his belt. Tristan finished the outfit with some textured fingerless climbing gloves.

Ryvyne snorted when she saw Tristan's outfit. "That is certainly a unique outfit."

Tristan groaned. "Lay off, I know it isn't flattering but it serves it's role well and has for years."

Tristan's memories stirred as he briefly remembered what his mother said about clothing for jobs when he first complained. 'Simple, plain and well made, these three things are the most important for thieves and assassins alike. Someone walking around in a hooded cloak stands out, you can walk around in this day or night and you just look like a slightly better dressed peasant. Just keep your hair long to cover your ears, half-elves are uncommon in most places.'

Tristan smirked as he walked out of his room and started down the stairs as Fletcher came back from Tellina's room the two made eye contact and before Tristan could say something Fletcher headed him off before rushing out the dorm.

Tristan shook his head and walked down the stairs when Ren walked up to him. Tristan figured it was about earlier and Ren quickly confirmed that fact. Tristan attentively listened to Ren and when Ren was finished he was left with only one question.

"Any tips on controlling mana in the case something happens and I can't get to you in time?"

 

[Chaotic Poem]

Tellina's expression faltered as Fletcher walked away. A flicker of hurt crossed her features, though she understood—he couldn’t come inside while she was still improperly dressed. She chastised herself inwardly for the oversight.

“You couldn't have known,” came Ke’oke’o’s soothing voice from across the room.

She met his gaze and offered a small smile in return.

“Of course,” she replied calmly to Alex, stepping aside to allow her entrance. A brief glance through the open door showed Sylphia disappearing into her room. For a moment, Tellina considered inviting her in for a quiet evening chat—but the thought was quickly drowned by a pang of jealousy and frustration. She shut the door with more force than intended, the echo reverberating sharply through the dormitory hall.

A sigh escaped her.

“Well then,” she said with a composed smile, turning on her heel. She glided back to the couch and seated herself with practiced grace, pulling a blanket across her legs. She gestured to the other end of the couch, motioning for Alex to join her by the fire. “Please, make yourself comfortable.”

Meanwhile, Ke’oke’o stifled a laugh at the mental image of Alex attempting to walk in unclothed, tangled in Fletcher’s oversized cloak. With a flick of his tail, he beckoned Carmine to follow him inside.

“I must admit,” he mused, tone playful, “their coverings seem terribly impractical—but I suppose they do protect those delicate skins of theirs.”

His gaze followed Alex briefly as she entered, flinching slightly when Tellina slammed the door. The wave of jealousy and resentment radiating from her was hard to miss. In response, Ke’oke’o projected a soft wave of amusement and calm her way. It seemed to help; she eased into the couch.

Satisfied, he turned his attention back to Carmine, settling comfortably into his half of the nest. It had been built to house a full-sized dragon—ample space for the two of them.

“So,” he said, eyes gleaming with curiosity, “are you big enough for Alex to ride you yet?”

There was a boyish excitement in his voice as he curled his tail around himself. “Flying with Tellina for the first time was... exhilarating. There’s nothing quite like carrying someone through the sky.”

 

[DracoNightshade]

Alex flinched as the door shut before following Tellina to her couch, not really bothering to look around. "Thanks."
Taking a seat at the opposite end, she turned to the elf with her hands clasped together and asked a single question. "Are you alright?"
I suppose you have a point there. Carmine conceded, following Ke'oke'o inside and setting herself opposite him in his nest. Though I do believe Alex is pretty close to not needing them. She had actually grown a decent coat of fur on her way back here. Not to mention the strange scales she had grown out of fear earlier.
Carmine sighed at Ke'oke'o's question about Alex riding her and shook her head. I think I need at least a week of growth before I can properly carry either half of my rider. Give or take.

 

[The Mechanist]

“Well….youll have to rely on Ryvyne in that regard…I don’t know much about dragons but I imagine she can help you control your mana. I’ve interacted with Thalassa’s a few times to get an idea of her stores, and she in turn interacted with mine and even helped me replenish during the desert travel. That journey was brutal on me….i used a lot of magic to sustain myself.” He explained to him.

“But if all else fails, just remember, your mana can behave like a faucet…sometimes all you need to do is shut it off….” He added; having taken notice of his attire he could only imagine he was planning on visiting Fletcher, “Tristan….i don’t wanna keep you. And I know you want to visit Fletcher in detention….but I would recommend against the dagger….” Ren looked at the weapon on his belt, while stylish, it would appear to be….or rather may lend the wrong message.

“….i would recommend against it being out in the open. Take it and put it in your boot. A hidden weapon is better against a predator instead of one it can see. Be a stingray, strike only when absolutely needed, do not be a shark, it sends the wrong message. Anyways have fun, keep an eye on him…and I guess don’t get caught.”

 

[Chaotic Poem]

Tellina watched Alex closely, studying her face with quiet intensity. She seemed genuine—kind, even. Tellina’s voice came soft, uncertain.

“I don’t know… this new girl just threw me off. And then I had that vision.” Her gaze drifted, unfocused, as if the memory pulled her somewhere far away. Her body tensed, lips parting slightly in silent thought. The vision had felt tied to Sylphia somehow, but the why eluded her completely.

Maybe she should’ve gone to Ren. But… he hadn’t exactly been thrilled with her lately.

She inhaled sharply and blinked, pulling herself back into the moment. “I don’t know what any of it means,” she murmured, offering a faint, apologetic smile as she reached for a cup of tea from the tray on the table. She gave a small gesture to Alex—there was another cup if she wanted one.

Just then, Ke’oke’o gave a short snort, clearly amused. “You’ll make a dragon out of them yet!” he chuckled, blowing a thin puff of smoke from his nostrils. “A week’s not bad! I’m betting everyone but Fletcher will be riding soon.” His eyes twinkled as he referred to the tiny green dragon bonded to Fletcher—clearly the runt of the group but full of spirit.

 

[Shadow Dancer]

Tristan listened intently to Ren's advice and while it was what he expected it was good to have someone that knew more then him spell things out anyway. "Thanks for the advice. As for getting caught I'll have to hope the guards and teachers walking around prefer mundane means and that the wards aren't precise. But first Let me get something made up real quick."

Tristan spent a few minutes making a couple simple sandwiches with some pretty fancy sliced meat and cheese. After wrapping them up and placing them in a larger compartment on his belt Tristan swapped his dagger from his belt scabbard to the boot scabbard and tested the foots movement. Satisfied he turned to the others. "Well have fun everyone I'm gonna have a little stroll." With that said Tristan stepped out into the hallway.

The school halls were illuminated only by the glow of torches casting long shadows and the occasional ray of moonlight. As Tristan let his eyes adjust to the darkness he scanned the area around him there was nobody in the immediate vicinity but the occasional suit of display armor or mural could be seen. Tristan swiftly moved to a nearby shadow letting the darkness cover him.

If the rider that scolded them was any indication then there was a sort of curfew and if there was one there would be some sort of hall monitor looking for students trying to walk around at night. Tristan's guess was correct as he heard the foot steps before he could even see the person. Without thinking Tristan crouched down and hugged the wall just as the footsteps got closer and a torch could be seen. Thankfully the halls were wide so there was a chance he would not be seen.

The hall monitor approached and then passed by Tristan not even looking his direction. Tristan bit back a relived sigh as the hall monitor's footsteps grew distant. Taking that moment Tristan moved down the hall not noticing his skin going back to normal from a stone grey color.

Dodging a few more patrols Tristan made it down the stairs to the first floor. Though he felt he got very lucky there were a point the hall monitor looked dead at him, looked away and moved on, he had to calm his heart down after that close call.

Thankfully the first floor had more displays and other things to hide behind and the detention room was not too far. In the main hall there was nobody around and from behind a dragon statue Tristan saw someone leave the detention room with a bored look, they walked past the statue he was behind and disappeared past the schools front doors.

Tristan took this chance to go up to the door and try to open it. Tristan did not notice but he was completely transparent and hard to see if he was in the dark or dim lighting and moved carefully. Fortunately the door was unlocked and opened quietly.

Inside Tristan noticed Fletcher was not the only one the pair of students Fletcher confronted were also there sitting in the back corner chatting among themselves in hushed whispers and snickering occasionally. They did not seem to notice him as he walked up to Fletcher. "I'm here." Tristan announced in a low voice so only Fletcher would hear. What he didn't notice was that as he stood up and announced himself the veil rendering him transparent faded making it look as if he just appeared from nowhere if someone did not know to look.

 

[One of Hearts]

Fletcher had endured hours of those two snickering, whispering, making smug little comments just loud enough for him to hear. Where was Tristan?


He sighed, slouched back in the stiff chair, and groaned inwardly. His thoughts drifted toward the rest of the group. He’d have to tell Ren about these two clowns. They weren’t exactly a threat but they had threatened two members of the group, and that meant something. Sylphia might be a noble, but she was one of them now, and that meant Fletcher had her back. And Tellina... he wished she were here. Just to see her face would help him ignore all this nonsense. Maybe, if he was lucky, Tristan brought her. Or maybe she was just fine and Alex was still chatting her ear off. Girls did that, right? He'd need to thank Alex later for checking in on her. Not that Tellina was anyone's responsibility. He was just grateful that Alex was there to be a good friend.


Eventually, dinner was served: bread and cheese. Not the worst he'd had. He took a bite, only to freeze. Something wet almost hit his tongue. He looked down.


Spit. There was spit on his bread. His gaze snapped up. One of the noble boys sneered at him, smug and unrepentant.


“What are you going to do about it?” the noble taunted.


Fletcher's jaw tightened. His fists clenched under the table. Every muscle screamed to act: to end this kid's career as a functioning human being. But then Alara’s eyes met his, calm and knowing. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t need to.


Not worth it. Not now.


He rolled his eyes, stood, and walked to the bin. Tossed the bread away. No way in hell he was eating that.


“You don’t want to know what’s coming your way,” Fletcher said coolly, locking eyes with the noble. His voice was low, almost too calm.


The noble just scoffed and turned to rejoin his friend. “You’re all talk.”

Fletcher’s restraint was slipping. He’d killed people like them for less. But this—this wasn’t some back-alley scuffle or battlefield. If he messed up here, he could lose everything. His group. His home. His family. Tellina. So he bit back every instinct and sat down, fists still clenched, heart still pounding.
Alara yawned and stretched lazily before hopping onto his shoulder and curling up, a small purr of pride rumbling in her throat. She was proud of him, for not killing them. A flicker of a smile crossed his face. Brief, but real.

Then—

“I’m here.”

Fletcher flinched, practically jumping out of his seat. He spun around.
Tristan.
Of course it was him.


“What the—when did you even—?”


He scanned the room. No portal. No flash of light. Just Tristan, standing there smug as ever. The noble brats let out startled shrieks that were entirely too high-pitched to be dignified. Fletcher ignored them.


“And what are you wear—are those... snacks?”


All other thoughts vanished. Fletcher’s stomach growled audibly. Alara’s nose twitched. Her ears perked. She leapt off his shoulder like a soldier reporting for duty.


“Sandwiches!” she cheered, tail swishing as she sat like the world’s most well-behaved creature.


Fletcher’s eyes sparkled. “Boy, are you a sight for sore eyes and empty stomachs.”
But as he reached for the food, his expression darkened. His gaze slid back toward the nobles. Then to Tristan.

“We’re gonna need to talk…” he muttered, grabbing a sandwich. “After snacks.”
Because revenge, after all, was best served with a partner in crime by one's side.

 

[DracoNightshade]

Alex tapped her chin thoughtfully. "You know, that was kinda scary. Especially with how accurate it seems to have been."
With that admittance, Alex explained. "See, after you and Ke'oke'o left, Sylphia mentioned that her nobility was actually bought by her father. So, I guess you can say that she's technically not of noble birth?"
Alex placed a gentle palm on Tellina's shoulder before she added. "Look, I'm not taking sides, okay? We all have our own circumstances. Remember how you reacted to my condition last night?"

Carmine shrugged. I don't know. We don't all grow at the same rate. For all we know, Alara could be as big as a dog by the end of the week. Next thing you know, she's hitting consecutive growth spurts and outgrows all of us.

 

[Chaotic Poem]

Tellina felt the tips of her ears burn; they shone red like hot embers as her embarrassment flushed them. Alex had been scared. Tellina had forgotten to think of how the prophecy might have affected her friends.

Alex went on to explain Sylphia’s home circumstances. Tellina said nothing.

She walks the path not chosen, bound in name but not in heart.

The words rang in Tellina’s memory, unable to be forgotten. The prophecy had been accurate, more than Tellina had realized.

Then Alex was bringing up the previous night, which seemed years away. Tellina gave a small smile of apology.

“I think I was just tired and done with surprises,” Tellina admitted. She wasn't usually the one to be angry at anything, especially something Alex couldn't control.

Ke’oke’o gave a flick of acknowledgment towards Carmine’s observation, but his mind had shifted to a piece of stone lodged between 2 spines on her neck. he reached around trying to lick at it with little success.

 

[Shadow Dancer]

Tristan ignored the surprised screeching of the noble pair as he took in Fletcher's surprised reaction. It was then he dropped his smirk and caught himself before he stumbled as a sudden wave of dizziness and lethargy hit him. After getting a hold of himself, Tristan didn't miss Fletcher and Alara's excitement and he swore he heard Alara's happy cheer.

Not wasting any time he took out three sandwiches filled with meat and cheese and handed one to Fletcher and Alara. "Talking after food sounds like a wonderful plan."

Tristan got started on his own sandwich joining the pair in a quiet round of eating. He had to hand it to whoever sourced the food it was very high quality, something he would only have with his parents on rare occasions. Tristan's mind then switched gears as he realized he was using magic on his entire trip here. In hindsight it was obvious there were to many moments he should have been caught no matter how good he was.

This line of thinking lead him to wondering what his attunement was, based on the invisibility it probably was illusion or light both very useful and versatile attunements. Tristan spent his time eating while daydreaming about all the things he would be able to do in the future with his new magical abilities.

 

[One of Hearts]

Fletcher watched as Tristan lost his footing for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly in concern. He seemed ready to lurch forward, just in case. But his friend caught himself. Still, Fletcher had a feeling. Magic took energy, and knowing Tristan? He probably ran himself into the ground...more than likely on accident. It was news to him that Tristan even had magic. Guess he wasn't the only one suddenly not in control of his magic, a nice change. Ren would probably be watching both of them now. Fletcher took the offered food and split it with Alara, who let out a muffled cheer before attacking hers with enthusiasm. Fletcher let out a small breath, half amusement, half relief and finally eased back into his seat, the ever-present tension in his shoulders softening just a touch.
His gaze drifted over to the pair of snickering nobles, still glaring and sputtering in the corner like they hadn’t just been completely ignored. Fletcher didn’t even dignify them with a glare anymore. He just pulled out a scrap of paper, jotted something down with clean, controlled movements, and handed it off to Tristan once he was no longer lost in whatever train of thought he was typically found in.

The note read:

"Those two morons in the corner are Sy’s previous roommates. They threatened both Sy and Tellina. I don’t consider them a threat, just a royal pain if you know what I mean."

Alara, finished with her half, gave a satisfied stretch and rubbed against Tristan’s leg like a little queen giving her blessing. Fletcher didn’t miss the grin on his friend’s face. He leaned back and said quietly,

“They think they’re safe ‘cause no one’s slammed them into a wall yet.”

His eyes flicked to the nobles again.

“They don’t realize that’s a choice. One I keep making.”

There was no fire in his voice, just calm steel. He looked at Tristan then, a faint smirk forming.

“But hey, if they keep pushing, I’m more than happy to get creative. Ren doesn't need to know.”

He took another bite of his sandwich, speaking around the food like he was discussing the weather.

“I'm starting to run low on patience."

 

[DracoNightshade]

Alex smiled. "You see? How about giving Sylph another chance in the morning?"
She lightly patted Tellina's shoulder before she stood up from the couch. "And as much as I'd love to stay and chat with you all night, Lina, you need to get some sleep. We can continue tomorrow if you want."
Alex was about to call for Carmine when she saw what she and Ke'oke'o were doing. "Uh, you don't mind an extra dragon staying the night do you?"

Carmine purred as Ke'oke'o finally relieved her of the stone in her spines before returning the favor by removing some dirt she had spotted behind his ears. She did not care if their riders saw them, they were bonding in their own way after all. The two dragons continued the grooming session until exhaustion caught up with them, curling up together and going to sleep for the night.

 

[Chaotic Poem]

Tellina nodded, offering a warm smile. Alex was kind, and though their transformation still left her slightly unsettled, knowing it was a morph change helped ease her discomfort. She recalled the decision to give Alex a second chance—and how grateful she’d been that she had. With that in mind, she inclined her head at the suggestion of doing the same for Sylphia.


“All right,” she said thoughtfully, her tone measured. “But only a small chance—for now.”


Her gaze drifted over to Ke’oke’o, who was gently grooming Carmine. The two of them were nestled close together, already drifting toward sleep. Tellina remembered how fond Ke had been of Carmine from the very beginning. If he wanted more time with her now, his feelings must run deep.


“Of course I don’t mind,” she said softly. “Ke seems very fond of her.”


She turned back to Alex and rose to her feet, her expression open and sincere. “Thank you for the chat. I hope you know I’m here if you ever want to talk more about your morphing. I know that potions teacher tried to help you—maybe we could visit her tomorrow after class? See if she can brew something a little stronger?”


With a final kind smile, Tellina wished Alex a good night and made her way to her bed. The moment her head touched the pillow, sleep claimed her.

 

[Shadow Dancer]

After shaking himself out of his own head Tristan read the paper and nodded. Sitting down on one of the desk tops facing Fletcher "I see, we can do something about them later. There should be many training exercises for us to prove ourselves. But first we need to learn how to use and control out mana, most noble families descend from or seek out strong mages and the big noble families are descended from or contain Dragon Riders so it is very likely all of them know the basic theory and half of them have experience using magic.

"Then there is their combat training. Sure it is untested and more suitable for dueling but half of us have no training. So keep your patience for a while longer we have much we need to find out and lucky for us we ourselves have a noble in our group that might know if any of the others are some rising star or insanely talented. We got this Fletcher just have to make sure we don't make the same mistakes as our little friends in the corner."

Tristan hopped off the desk getting ready to make his escape.

 

[One of Hearts]

Fletcher sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. “Alright, fine. You’re right,” he grumbled, clearly not thrilled about it. He didn’t like when nobles were actually competent: it ruined the fun. Most were easy targets. Entitled. Lazy. But every now and then, one of them actually knew what they were doing. Alara hopped up onto his shoulder with a purring chirp, clearly satisfied with the sandwich and the conversation.


“Anyway,” he muttered, trying to move on, “congrats on discovering your magic. Looks like I’m not the only newbie after all.”

He shot Tristan a look that was half-encouraging, half-competitive.

“You’re welcome to sit in on the class I’ve got tonight. It covers that kind of stuff: magic theory, attunement, mana, blah blah blah.” He rolled his eyes. “Honestly, all I hear is Ren’s voice when the professor talks. ‘Mana this, mana that,’ something else about mana I still don’t get. You might actually enjoy it, though. Nerd.”


He smirked, then added, “We’re supposed to get a textbook tonight. I’ll lend it to you and Ren. You two can do your little magic homework date or whatever. Just make sure the info checks out.”


Fletcher’s tone dropped a bit more serious as he leaned in, voice low, his eyes quickly glanced at the two morons then back at him. “I’ll behave… unless those idiots screw with the girls again. And let’s keep you-know-who off their radar, yeah?”

He meant Alex. They both knew it.

Just then, a bell rang through the halls. Fletcher scooped up his things, slinging his bag over one shoulder. He didn’t really want to go to class, but… skipping didn’t sit right this time. Maybe he was trying to stay out of detention. Or maybe it was something else. A gut feeling, maybe.


“Try to stay out of trouble,” he called over his shoulder with a wink. “Detention’s boring.”


With that, he headed off, flashing his hall pass and slipping into his evening class. The room already buzzed with energy. A few students greeted him like they’d known him forever. Weird… but not unwelcome.


Then Mrs. Rain walked in, and the tone of the room changed. Instantly.


Fletcher had no idea just how hard this class was about to push him; both physically and mentally.

Fletcher barely had time to get comfortable when Mrs. Rain clapped her hands once, sharp and clear.


“Welcome back,” she said, her voice crisp. “Tonight will not be a lecture. I trust you’ve all brought your companions.”


A ripple of excitement moved through the room. Alara let out a soft chirp and stretched, hopping down from Fletcher’s shoulder to perch at his feet, tail flicking with anticipation.


“Outside. Field two.”


That was all Mrs. Rain said before turning on her heel and walking out, her cloak fluttering behind her like a storm cloud. Fletcher blinked, glanced at the students already standing, and followed, more curious than anything. The field outside was dimly lit, the moon high above and casting a silver glow over the grass. Strange runes shimmered faintly along the perimeter. It didn’t feel like a normal training field. There was a hum in the air. A pulse.


Mrs. Rain stood at the center, arms behind her back.


“You’re here because your magic is… unruly,” she said bluntly. “Or recent. Or both. Tonight, you’ll be pushed. You’ll be tested. But you will not be punished for failure.”


A collective breath of relief, or dread went through the small crowd.


“To control magic,” she continued, “you must learn to trust yourself. But more than that, you must learn to trust them.”


She gestured toward the dragons now assembling beside their humans. Alara had moved to Fletcher’s side again, ears forward, eyes bright.


“You will complete the Gauntlet,” she announced. “Together.”


A few students groaned. One girl muttered, “Again?” but Mrs. Rain silenced her with a glance.


A moment later, the field shifted. Or… transformed. Illusions? No, magic. Real magic. Large rocks jutted from the ground, twisting into paths. A thick fog rolled in, obscuring sight. The sound of something moving in the mist filled the space: low growls, strange footsteps, shifting shapes.


“Obstacles will test your reflexes. Creatures will test your fear. The final stretch will test your magic and your bond. Finish together, or not at all.”


Fletcher stared. “Wait, this is normal?”


A boy beside him, tall, wiry, with a dragon about half his size nodded. “Yeah. No one talks about it. Like a... not-secret secret.”


“Why?”


“Because people outside don’t get it,” another girl offered. “They think magic is just spells and theory. It needs to be contained and watched or an explosion happens. But for us? It’s instinct. Survival. Connection. It's an experiment meant to be tested and tried again and again.”


Fletcher looked down at Alara, who gave him a confident snort.


“Okay then,” he muttered. “Guess we’re doing this.”


One student patted Fletcher’s shoulder. “Just follow your dragon. And listen to your gut. And if your magic flares weird? Let it.”


“Let it?”

This was completely different from how Ren taught magic. He was sure Ren would be rebuking everyone here. But perhaps that's why this is kept a secret. Fletcher wasn't sure how he felt, but perhaps...he could find a balance between the two: Control and experimenting. This meant asking for classes from Ren of course...if Ren wasn't already busy.

“We’ll help you catch it.”


The fog thickened. A glowing rune lit the starting line.


“Begin!” Mrs. Rain called.


The group surged forward. Fletcher hesitated for half a second, then sprinted after them, Alara at his side, heart pounding with something he hadn’t expected to feel tonight:
Purpose.