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ย ย ย ๐ฟhe stone of the turret on either side of Reserras Atonal is still warm from the morning sun beneath his fingertips but rapidly cooling from the rain, slick but not slippery.
ย ย โe breathes, in and out.
ย ย ๐head of him, Liam is making his way across, his hands out for balance as his foster-brother practically runs across the fucking parapet. Malek's bridge, Res decides to name it.
ย ย โn then out.
ย ย โeserras gathers Liam is probably a fourth of the way across, his figure becoming blurrier the farther he walks into the torrential rain.
ย ย โn and then out.
ย ย ๐ผ๐ ๐๐ก'๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐ฆ โ๐๐๐, the young man thinks as the ruthless gusts threaten to tug him toward the Iakobus River below, his bottom half sheltered by the turret, ๐ผ'๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐ก ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ก ๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ โ๐ข๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก.
ย ย โn through his nose, out through his mouth, Reserras Atonal forces his heaving breathes to settle into a more steady rhythm, his thundering heart to calm from its fright.
ย ย โf he hesitates, he'll die. If he slips, he'll die.
ย ย ๐ธ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐กโ. A huff. ๐น๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ก.
ย ย โeserras Atonal takes the lone step up onto the parapet, though, grips the stone wall as another gust hits, then, he moves, leaving the safety of the turret onto the parapet.
ย ย ๐โ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ค.
ย ย โis heart beats so thunderously in his chest, Res hears it in his ears like the beats of the Goddess of Strength and War, Dunne's, drums of war. Thump. Thump. Thump.
ย ย "Keep your eyes on the stones ahead of you and don't look down."
ย ย ๐iam's voice echoes in his head.
ย ย "Don't fall."
ย ย ๐aden's voice follows.
ย ย "Much simpler said than done." Reserras grumbles to himself, throwing his arms out for balance as he takes the strides drilled into his mind by his father and Fen Riorson, even the man's son, Xaden, all his life.ย
ย ย โeserras Atonal's entire life has led him to this very moment, no matter the rebellion, and he will not fall. Not with who awaits him on the other side.
ย ย ๐ ut with the unforgiving wind and the pouring rain among the seemingly bottomless drop beneath him, he realizes this day is nothing like training, even with having trained in all weathers.
ย ย ๐he wet stones beneath his feet are uneven in places, held together by mortar in the joints that only make tripping that much more of a possibility.
ย ย โeserras just concentrates on the path ahead of him to keep his eyes off his boots. His muscles are tight as he locks his center of gravity, keeping his posture upright, albeit stiffly.
ย ย โis vision begins to swim as his pulse skyrockets like a dragon in fast flight.
ย ย โญalm. He has to stay calm.
ย ย โeserras knows he lacks the ability to carry a tune, or even decently hum, not like his mother could whenever he sought her out after nightmares plagued his sleep. He looks up at the sun, desperately trying to break through the black clouds, and he remembers his mother's stories.
ย ย ๐o that's what he thinks of. Fables. Wonders. Fantasies.
ย ย ๐tep after step, Reserras Atonal makes his way across the parapet. Each memory calms his breathing and settles his heart rate, lessening the dizziness.
ย ย ๐ efore he realizes it, the soles of his boots are passing the painted line that marks halfway. Res knows he's over the highest point now, but he doesn't allow himself to dwell upon that thought.
ย ย ๐ท๐๐'๐ก ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ค๐. ๐ท๐๐'๐ก ๐๐๐๐.
ย ย ๐ boom of thunder cracks overhead, the wind slams into him, "Shit!" Reserras' body sways left with the gale and his foot slips. He drops to the parapet, his left knee taking the fall with a harsh thud that he's sure bruises a bone.
ย ย ๐he wind howls over and around him as he grips the edges of the slick stone. Stomach churning, his lungs cease to function as panic seizes him at knifepoint.
ย ย ๐ith a glance forward, Liam is still ahead of him, he sees, at what Reserras thinks is the three-quarters point past the halfway mark.
๐บ๐๐๐. ๐ป๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก.
"Don't fall, Reserras Atonal."
โe will not die today. His sisters and brother await him. Gods, he craves to see their faces after six far-too-fucking-long years apart.
โeserras spares only a glance at the dark clouds looming above him before standing as he swallows the lump in his throat, one foot carefully laid in front of the other. His next step knocks few pieces of the mortar loose, and he halts as his arms wobble until he regains his balance. He swallows and tests his weight before continuing forward.
๐he Riders Quadrant is just ahead of him, he can see it. The enormous stone footings of the citadel rise up the mountain to the base of the structure, where Reserras knows the path ends.
๐ผ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐๐.
๐craping the rain from his right cheek with the fabric of his shoulder, Reserras glances back to see where the next candidate is. Five meters. He can't stay where he is. He needs to get as far as possible before the next gust of wind.
โeserras Atonal were not of a bulky build like Xaden Riorson nor Liam Mairi, sure he has muscles, how the hell couldn't he with all his training since birth, but he's lean, lithe. The wind seems to have no effect on Liam's balance, unlike himself, ๐๐ข๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐.
๐๐๐ฃ๐. ๐๐๐ค.
โis following steps are even but hurried on the slick, narrow path.
๐nother gust slams into Reserras, and his foot slips off the parapet. His heart lurches into his throat.
๐he parapet rushes up to meet him as he stumbles and falls.
โeserras' knee slams into the stone, once again, and he yelps at the sharp bite of pain. His hands scramble for purchase as his left leg dangles off the edge of the bridge from hell. Then he makes the gut-twisting mistake of looking down.
๐๐ค๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐.
๐he cold water of rain runs off his aquiline nose and chin, splattering against the stone before falling to join the river gushing through the valley more than two hundred feet below.
โe swallows the growing knot in his throat and blinks, battling against the fear to settle his heart. Thump. Thump. Thump.
โe will not die today.
๐ripping the sides of the stone with white-knuckled fists, Reserras shifts as much of his weight as he could trust onto the slick stone then swings his left leg up. The ball of his foot finds the walkway.
๐ ut one misstep, and Reserras Atonal will find out just how cold that river beneath him is.
๐iving to see the sunrise means he must keep moving. Fear could not overrule his body. Squeezing the muscles of his legs together for balance, he slowly lets go of the stone beneath him and stands.
๐ด๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ก. ๐๐๐๐.
'๐is best to get to the other side, where the true trial of survival and death awaits.
๐ot that everyone in the quadrant will attempt to kill Reserras Atonal, just the cadets whom will think him a liability to the wing. Or simply because he bears a rebellion relic.
๐here's a reason strength is revered among riders.
'๐is like an iron chain made of links that could be pulled with a thousand pounds of force and one rusty link that could twist apart with one's bare hands, when one starts to use that chain, it will fail at the point of that rusty link.
๐ squad, a section, a wing is only as effective as its weakest link, and if that link breaks, it puts everyone at risk.
๐hat was how his father put it, anyway.
๐hrowing his arms out to the side, Reserras hones his focus upon the end of the path, the courtyard of the citadel, where Liam steps to safety.
'๐were like a weight lifts from his shoulders at the sight. ๐ป๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก! ๐บ๐๐๐.
โeserras begins to hustle despite the rain. Keeping his body tight, his center locked.
๐here is simply no room for fear now, so he blocks it out, envisioning the emotion being shoved behind iron bars in his mind.
โe can see the end of the parapet now, the riders who await at the entrance to the citadel.
๐nly a dozen feet lay between Reserras Atonal and the outside of the citadel's enormous walls.
๐he fortress looms behind those thick battlements, carved into the mountain in an L-shaped formation of tall stone buildings, built to withstand fire, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ . The walls that surround the citadel's courtyard are ten-feet thick and eight-feet tall, with one openingโand he's ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก. ๐ด๐๐๐ข๐ก. ๐โ๐๐๐!
โeserras shoves the sob of relief away as stone rises on both sides of him. Secure on both sides by the walls, he runs the last ten feet, heart pounding as adrenaline surges through his body.
โopping off the elevated parapet down to the dewy grassy field of the courtyard, where a pair of riders wait, Reserras seeps the rainwater air into his lungs with ragged breaths, his muscles trembling.
"Name?" The rider with the roll drawls as she pushes the chin-length, fire-red strands of her hair behind her ear with one hand, holding the roll with the other.
๐he three silver four-point stars embroidered on the shoulder of her cloak tells Reserras she's a third-year.
"Reserras Atonal."
๐he male rider scratches the trim lines of his dark goatee at the familiar name. He's not wearing a cloak, and the rain soaks into the bevy of patches stitched into a worn leather jacket.
"Atonal?"
๐ark brows bend softly over odd colored eyes as Reserras slowly nods with an air of hesitancy. Who but the Gods know the name Raelon has left for him?
๐ ut the male rider only scoffs in amusement as he crosses his arms, lips quirking. "No shit? Raelon has a fucking brother? The bastard never told me."
"That's because you assume you have this great friendship with him." The redhead says, casually shifting the lethal crossbow she wears strapped along her shoulder. She glances at Reserras over the scroll with a shrewd look in her hazel eyes as she looks him up and down.
"I do," he argues.
๐he female rider with fire in her hair just scoffs, shaking her head. "Yeah, right. Anyways, welcome to the Riders Quadrant, Cadet Atonal."
โeserras bows his head in a small nod, then walks off into the crowd of celebrating cadets and riders that are gathered in the sizable courtyard of the citadel.
โt's still early, around nine he expects, but Res sees there aren't as many cadets as there were candidates ahead of him and Liam in line. With the presence of leather fluttering about, both the second- and third-years are gathered as well, taking stock of the new cadets, he supposes.
๐he rain eases into a drizzle, as if it had only come to make the hardest test of his life even harder... or someone else's perhaps. But he did it.
โe made it.
โeserras Atonal is alive. Cadet Reserras Atonal.
'๐is in that moment, the adrenaline having since faded, a throbbing pain erupts in his left kneeโthe one he slammed on the parapet. Reserras hisses, upper lip curling, but gives nothing else away, lest he appear weak.
๐he next candidate approaches from the parapet as someone grips his shoulders from behind and spins him.
โis dagger is halfway out when he realizes it's only Liam. "We made it!" He grins, a dimple appearing, giving his shoulders a squeeze.
"We made it."
"Have you seen the people around here?" They share a glance at the crowded courtyard. "I swear I just saw a second-year with blue streaks in her hair, and one guy has dragon scales tattooed up his entire biceps."
"'Supposing where we stand, command ought to be more lenient on appearances compared to everything else that happens here."
๐iam shrugs.
"Reserras?"
๐he young man lost his breath. 'Twas a voice Reserras Atonal has not heard in six years, yet would recognize anywhere.
๐nd turning toward it, there he stands. His brother, Raelon Atonal. The only other cadet with molten-silver hair that shimmers beneath the scare sunlight peering through the clouds. A smile stretching his lips.
๐here was no hesitation, no care. "Raelon!" The younger brother crosses the space that feels like miles between them in a sprint before he barrels into his brother's awaiting arms.
"Raelon." Res breathes, almost unbelieving his brother's arms are holding him so securely.
"Reserras." Raelon grins as another piece of the puzzle that is the separated Atonal siblings finds it's place within his arms, only two were left now.
๐he blue- and-milky paleness of Res' eyes glisten with unshed tears at the scent of his brother that fills his entire being. A single tear slips from his blind eye, tracing the bottom-half of the scar cutting across his left cheek.
๐ods, how Reserras missed his brother's natural scent of cinnamon and pine. Though now, it was mixed with something else. Something their father smelled of, dragonsmoke.
โeserras almost forgot. Raelon is a second-year rider now. Just like their eldest sister, Nesaerya.
๐his isn't the same boy he grew up with.
๐ ut he didn't loose him like they lost their elder brother. Raelon is right here, stroking his hair with one hand as the other traces his spine in the way that had always soothed him.
๐ป๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ . '๐ถ๐๐ข๐๐ ๐, โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ , Raelon was always the most perceptive of the Atonal siblings, 'twas quite terrifying at times.
โaelon steps away from the embrace only to flatten his palms on either of Reserras' cheeks, smiling at his grown brother.
"You're taller."
"And you're shorter."
โaelon snickers. His oceanic eyes trace his brother's youthful yet more mature features, rememorizing him, capturing the image of Reserras to his mind. He looks so much like their father, Rae realizes.
๐ ut Res has their mother's eyes, her eyes and high cheekbones. And her smile. A thing so full of warmth. Gods, did it enliven Raelon's blood to see it again, better than flying with Marth ever could.
โeserras' eyes flutter close when Raelon lays his head against his, kissing the scar cutting through his brow and halfway up his head numerous times affectionately.
"Fuck, I missed you, Ressy."
"As I did you, Rely." Another tear slips from his eye, his brother's thumb tenderly stroking it away. "So fucking much."
"๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐-๐๐๐." ( i know. i'm here now ) Raelon coos.
"๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐-๐๐๐." ( you're here now )
ย ย ๐ootsteps began to approach and the brothers step away to put a fair distance between themselves, only to see Liam Mairi. Res grins, gesturing between his brothers as he introduces them.
ย ย "Raelon, this is Liam Mairi, my foster-brother. Liam, this is Raelon, my brother."
๐he second-year rider sizes the cadet from head to toe with a scrutinizing gaze. Liam was tall and built, with spiky light-blond hair, a preeminent nose, blue eyes, and a sprawling rebellion relic that began at his wrist and disappeared under the sleeve of his tunic.
โe also seems to be a head taller than most of the other cadets, and riders, roaming throughout the courtyard.
๐either Liam nor Reserras could decipher the look in the older Atonal's eyes as he lazily lifts a brow, "Foster-brother, huh? You must be my replacement."
๐he silence to follow Raelon Atonal's words is prominent with unease as Reserras' eyes widen, Liam's shoulders straightening with tension. Res' odd colored irises shift between his brothers as he gulps softly.
๐hen, a wolfish grin stretches across Raelon's lips.
'๐was only a joke, the pair realize.
๐iam smirks. "It appears so." He offers his hand, the second-year accepts. "So what's your rank?"
ย ย "I'm the Squad Leader for First Wing, Flame Section, Third Squad."
ย ย ๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐? Res' brows soar. The highest ranks among those in the Riders Quadrant are wingleader and section leader. Either position is held by elite third-years. Second-years can rise to squad leaders, but only if they're exceptional among all the rest. Everyone else is a cadet before Threshingโwhen the dragons choose who they will bondโand a rider after.
ย ย ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐-๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฆ.
ย ย ๐paring a glance at the parapet, Raelon informs, "Parapet should be over in the next couple of hours, depending on how fast the candidates cross or fall."
๐appled sunlight begins to illuminate the courtyard in an ethereal pale-golden glow as the clouds begin to break, the drizzle fading like it were never there.
๐he massive courtyard, which could fit a thousand riders, is a mirror of the map in records Reserras notes as he looks around. Shaped like an angular teardrop, the rounded end is formed by a giant outer wall that is ten feet thick. Along the sides are stone halls. The four-story building carved into the mountain with the rounded end is for academics, and the one on the right, towering over the cliff, is the dorms.
๐he imposing rotunda linking the two buildings together serves as the entrance to the gathering hall, commons, and library behind it. The stone keep has a giant arched door at the center with words carved into the arch that say, "A dragon without its rider is a tragedy, a rider without their dragon is dead."
๐ords every person aspiring to become a rider should know by heart come Conscription Day.
๐nce bonded, riders can't live without their dragons, but most dragons can live after their rider dies. It's why the winged beings choose carefully, as to avoid being humiliated by picking a coward, ๐๐๐ก ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐.
โeserras quits gawking, turning to look at the outer wall of the yard. A stone dais perches to the right of the parapet. At the moment, it were occupied by a pair of uniformed men he assumes to be the commandant and executive commandant, both in military dress, their medals winking in the growing sunlight.
๐hilst his brothers fall into a steady conversation he honestly weren't paying any attention to, Reserras felt an icy prickle tingling at the back of his head.
๐ line forms between his brows as he soothes his fingers around the tingling area.
๐bruptly there was a tug on his tunic and Reserras spins around with a breath, dagger halfway out. There was no one behind him. But the sight he was met with stole all the breath from his lungs.
His shadow, a thing that should by law of nature and the gods only follow his movements, slinks down from his waist to return to it's original position. His eyes widen.
"You alright, Res?"
ย ย โeserras lashes flutter. "Huh?" Sparing a glance at his brother, Res sees Raelon's brows are creased with concern. "Um, yeah." He nods, shakily. "Yeah. Just,
uh, just give me a second. I'll be back."
ย ย ๐ithout awaiting a response from either of them, Reserras walks off and fades into the mass of chaos and leather.
ย ย ๐he prickles of icy tingles return, this time on the right side of his head and Reserras turns only to see him, hidden amongst shadows in an alcove.
ย ย ๐aden Riorson.
ย ย โeserras looses his breath at the sight of Xaden, his heart forgetting to beat for a few seconds. ๐บ๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐ข๐๐ โ๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐?
ย ย ๐he corners of Xaden's perfect lips curve with that fucking smirk of his.
ย ย ๐๐ข๐๐ก ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ! ๐บ๐ ๐ก๐ โ๐๐. ๐๐๐ฃ๐.
ย ย ๐nd so he does.
ย ย ๐he shadows of the day conceal the pair the moment Reserras slips into the alcove, the space between them leaving the young men only an arm's reach apart.
ย ย ๐hat scent slams into him like water crashing onto
a beach. Xaden Riorson smells of mint, leather, and something that borders between citrus and floral.ย
ย ย ๐he way Xaden stares him down as predator do prey without so much as blinking makes the once dormant butterflies in Reserras' stomach flutter furiously.
ย ย โes swallows the boulder in his throat, wetting his lips, "Shouldn't you be in the southern turret awaiting the remaining candidates?"
ย ย "I go wherever I want and my wants led me to you, Reserras Atonal."
ย ย ๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. Those traitorous butterflies make his belly feel light. ๐๐๐๐ก, ๐คโ๐๐ก? ๐โ๐ข๐ก ๐ข๐, ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ! ๐ต๐ข๐ก ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ โ๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ฆ ๐ค๐๐กโ ๐ค๐๐๐๐ , ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐๐ .
ย ย ๐he ability to make Reserras Atonal feel like the only one Xaden deems worthy of him, weightless and... so incredibly safe.
ย ย ๐ผ'๐. ๐๐. ๐น๐ข๐๐๐๐.
ย ย ๐ smirk lifts the corner of Xaden's lips, as if knowing Reserras' inner turmoil.
ย ย โis beautiful gold-speckled eyes fall to the navy-blue armor Reserras dons over his black-sleeved tunic.
"I see you found my gift." The tips of his fingers trace the intricate texture of the armor and the black-leather sheaths stitched on each side of his ribs, three to each side. Three of the six sheaths were already home to rune-engraved daggers.
โeserras also had a dagger in each of his leather boots, one once belonging to his late mother.
โis eldest sister, Nesaerya, bore their father's.
๐trapped to his back, in a criss-cross sheath, are his twin swords with sapphire encrusted pommels and leather bands wrapped around the hilts.
"'Tis beautiful. Thank you, Xae." The man only a few inches taller than him bows his head in a nod, lips twitching. "What is it made from?"
"Dragon scales. No weapon will pierce it, or make hardly a scratch on it." Xaden smirks.
"Dragonscale armor? My, my, you spoil me."
๐aden snickers. "Sgaeyl was none too eager to share her scales, even if they were shed, I must admit." 'Twas Reserras' turn to snicker. "From everything I've heard of her from your father's stories, I do not doubt so."
๐he Shadow Wielder smirks, lifting his hand and the leather of his finger-less glove is cool against Reserras' cheek as Xaden's fingers brush his skin to tuck the lone strand of silver hair that fell out of his ponytail behind his ear.
๐ext thing Reserras knows, all he knows, lips with all the warmth of the sun and burning stars press against his head. His eyes flutter close. Xaden's lips were the softest thing about him, even if they could spew words that cut deeper than swords.
๐lattening his palm at the nape of his neck, Xaden rests his head against Res', who withholds a shiver with all his might as his fingers begin to toy with
the silver strands of his long hair.
๐hough his eyes remain closed, Reserras can taste the sweet air Xaden breathes as he whispers in the shadows that engulf them, "You did not die today."
"I did not die today." Reserras mirrors.
๐he word time became meaningless to the Riorson and the Atonal. Minutes, hours, years could have gone by and neither would've been the wiser, nor would they have cared.
๐ ut the bells rung, ten o'clock, breaking the spell over them. Neither knew who stepped away first.
"Parapet will be over in an hour or two. Stay with Liam until sorting."
โeserras nods, silent, then walks off into the crowd
of cadets and riders, the gravel crunching beneath his feet on his way toward them.
โt takes him a few minutes to find Liam amidst the growing crowd, standing beneath a willow tree without Raelon.
"Where's Raelon?" Res asks, joining Liam's side.
"Somewhere in there." Liam juts his chiseled chin toward the crowd. Res huffs an amused breath.
๐n hour passes, then another, according to the Basgiath bells. The last of the cadets walk into the courtyard, followed by the three riders from the southern turret.
๐aden is among them.
'๐was not just his height that makes him stand out in the sizable crowd but the way the other riders all seem to move around him, like he's the dragon himself and they're all sheep giving him a wide berth.
'๐is then Reserras remembers, Xaden's a Shadow Wielder, his unique power from the bond with his dragon.
๐hough, Reserras gets the sense that is not the only reason the third-years scurry out of his way as Xaden strides up to the dais with lethal grace.
๐he way the ten that stand upon the dais stand so still and regally remind Reserras of stone statues, like the statue of Dunne in his family's house garden.
โญommandant Panchek breaks the awe of their grace as he moves to the front, facing the crowd and Reserras guesses โ
"We're about to start." Liam mutters to him, and they both turn to face the dais. The entire mass of cadets and riders do.
"Three hundred and three of you have survived the parapet to become cadets today." The Commandant starts with a serpent's smile, talking with his hands and gesturing to the crowd. "Good job. Sixty-
seven did not."
๐ixty-seven people died trying to get where Reserras Atonal stands. He crosses his arms behind his back so none notice the curling of his fists.
"Welcome, cadets, to the Riders Quadrant. As the Codex says, now you begin the true crucible!" Panchek shouts, his voice carrying over the five hundred riders and cadets standing in the courtyard. "You will be tested by your superiors, hunted by your peers, and guided by your instincts. If you survive to Threshing, and if you are chosen, you will be riders. Then we'll see how many of you make it to graduation."
๐ogical statistics tell that nearly a quarter of all those who stand in the courtyard will live to graduate. Every cadet in the yard thinks they have what it takes to become one of the elite, the very best Navarre has to offer... a dragon rider.
โeserras Atonal couldn't help to wonder for the smallest of seconds in time's endless cycle if maybe he does, too.
"Your instructors will teach you." The Commandant promises, his hand sweeping to the line of professors standing at the doors to the academic wing, like still falcons observing their prey. "It's up to you how well you learn." Panchek swings his pointer finger at the cadets.
"Discipline falls to your units, and your wingleader is the last word. If I have to get involved..."
๐ slow, sinister smile spreads across his face. "You don't want me involved. With that said, I'll leave you to your wingleaders. My best advice? Don't die." He walks off the dais with the executive commandant, leaving only the riders on the stone stage.
๐ brunette woman with wide shoulders and a scarred sneer stalks forward, the silver spikes on the shoulders of her uniform blinking in the sunlight. "I'm Nyra, the senior wingleader of the quadrant and the head of First Wing. Section leaders and squad leaders, take your positions now."
โeserras' shoulder is jostled as someone walks by, pushing between Liam and him. Others follow in suit until there are about half a hundred people before the crowd, spaced out in formation. Raelon is amongst them.
"First squad! Claw section! First Wing!" Nyra calls out. A man closer to the dais raises his hand.
"Cadets, when your name is called take up formation behind your squad leader." Nyra instructs.
๐he woman with fire in her hair and the crossbow steps forward with the roll and begins calling out names.
๐ne by one, cadets move from the crowd to the formation and Reserras subconsciously finds himself keeping count. It appears each squad will have near fifteen to sixteen members in it.
"Amara Sorrengail." The name demands the attention of every cadet and rider in the yard. The twin sister of Violet Sorrengail, the youngest daughters of General Lilith, with steely, metallic silver hair.
๐mara is called into Flame Section of First Wing, into Raelon Atonal's squad.
"I can see that going well." Liam mutters, Reserras snickers beneath his breath. "Compared to the rest of us, Raelon is quite docile."
๐oon after, the curious whispers fading, they start on Second Wing, and Violet Sorrengail is the third called into Second Squad, Flame Section, the even more curious whispers starting again.
"Reserras Atonal."
๐น๐ข๐๐.
โeserras looks at Liam, who shrugs, then steps into formation behind the Sorrengail and another woman, lining up in a square. A quick glance tells Reserras his squad has a male leader, a female executive leader, four riders who he knows to be either second- or third-years, and ten first-years.
๐ne of the riders, Res notices, with two stars on her uniform and half-shaved, half-pink hair has a rebellion relic that winds around her forearm, from her wrist to above her elbow, where it disappears under her uniform.
๐he squad stands in silence as the remaining wings are called, Res hearing Liam being called into Second Squad, Tail Section, Fourth Wing. The sun beats into his skin but it hardly seems to bother Reserras Atonal.
๐hen the order sounds, they all turn to face the dais.
๐eeling that gaze upon him, Reserras' eyes shift to the right and his heart hiccups.
๐aden watches his every movement from where he stands as the wingleader for Fourth Wing. Res weren't surprised he'd risen so high in rank, and not just because of his signet.
๐hen Xaden is saying something to Second Wing's wingleader, then all four wingleaders fall into what is a painfully obvious heated discussion. About what, Res couldn't even guess.
"What do you think they're talking about?" The woman beside Violet whispers.
"Quiet." Their squad leader hisses.
๐ด๐ ๐ โ๐๐๐. Reserras thinks, bitterly.
๐fter ages it seems, the wingleaders turn around to face the crowd, and the slight tilt to Xaden's lips has Reserras cocking his scarred brow.
๐โ๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐๐ โ๐ ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐๐?
"Dain Aetos, you and your squad will switch with Aura Beinhaven's." Nyra orders.
๐โ๐๐ก?
๐ain Aetos nods, then turns to his squad. "Follow me." He says it once then strides through formation, leaving the others to scurry after him like ducklings. Passing another squad on the way from... Fourth Wing. It hits Reserras Atonal like a brick.
๐hey're moving to Fourth Wing. Xaden's wing.
๐ith him and his squad taking their place in the new formation, Reserras looks to his wingleader. There's a smirk on his handsome face, neither truly malicious nor playful.
โes scoffs in amusement beneath his breath, ignoring the fluttering in his stomach.
๐hough, he admits to himself a boulder lifts off his chest at being in the man he trust's wing, under his protection... should he need it.
๐yra looks at Xaden as she finishes assignments,
and he nods, stepping forward and finally breaking
their staring contest. Res is pretty sure Xaden won, considering his heart is pounding like Dunne's
drums of war.
"You're all cadets now." Xaden's voice carries out over the courtyard, stronger than the others. "Take
a look at your squad. These are the only people guaranteed by Codex not to kill you. But just because they can't end your life doesn't mean others won't.
You want a dragon? Earn one."
๐ost of the others cheer. Reserras doesn't. He knows there is more to it, he knows that look in Xaden's eyes. Very few would see itโand he does.
๐aden's eyes find Reserras', and his stomach is attacked by more butterflies before the wingleader looks away.
"And I bet you feel pretty badass right now, don't you, first-years?"
๐ore cheers come. Reserras keeps his mouth shut still.
"You feel invincible after the parapet, don't you?" Xaden shouts. "You think you're untouchable! You're on the way to becoming the elite! The few! The chosen!"
๐nother round of cheers goes up with each declaration, louder and louder. ๐ต๐ข๐ก ๐๐. ๐โ๐๐ก'๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐โ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐กโ๐๐ก'๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐.
"Oh gods, they're beautiful." The woman beside Violet whispers as they come into viewโa riot of dragons.
๐hey were magnificent, impossibly large even from the distance between sky and ground. Flying towards the murmuring crowd gathered in the courtyard, their wings spread out across the sky. A few blow out a plume of orange-and-yellow fire.
๐he cadets in the courtyard all stare up at the blue sky filling with the winged creatures, and fear radiates off of them.
โeserras has spent his entire youth around his father's big red dragon, but always from a distance. They don't tolerate humans they haven't chosen. But these eight? They're flying straight for themโat terrifying speed.
๐nd the second Reserras thinks they're about to fly overhead, the dragons pitch vertically, whip the air with their huge semitranslucent wings, and stop, the gusts of wing-made wind so powerful that Reserras nearly staggers backwards as they land on the outer semicircular wall. Their chest scales ripple with movement, and their razor-sharp talons dig
into the edge of the wall on either side.
๐ow he understands why the walls are ten feet thick. It's not a barrier. The edge of the fortress is a damned perch.
A few cadets scream.
๐บ๐ข๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ก๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ฆ'๐๐ ๐ก๐ค๐๐๐ก๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐ค๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.
โeserras' heart thunders without mercy as a mighty blue dragon lands behind Xaden on the wall around the courtyard. The dragon stares at them, its navy-blue scales reflecting the sun... just like the scales of his armor.ย
๐team blasts his face as the navy-blue dragon exhales through its wide nostrils. Its glistening blue horns rise above its head in an elegant, lethal sweep, and its wings flare momentarily before tucking in, the tip of their top wing-joint crowned by a single fierce talon.
๐heir tails are just as fatal, but Res can't see them at the angle or even tell which breed of dragon each is without that clue.
๐ll are deadly.
๐aden's gaze flickers across the screaming cadets until landing upon Reserras, and so does the navy-blue dragon's golden eyes.
๐hey are both ethereally beautiful to Reserras Atonal, with eyes one could get lost within for hours and still discover something else they love about them.ย
๐he wingleader smirks at the cadet, scarred brow twitching and Reserras mirrors this, straightening his back as his broad shoulders rise then fall with a
breath.
๐his was Sgaeyl.
๐gaeyl's glowing gold eyes settle upon Reserras Atonal, blowing smoke from her flared nostrils that envelope him in a blazing hot pale-steam.
๐henever Reserras moves, her eyes move, trailing his every movement no matter how small.
"We're going to have to bring the masons in again." Dain Aetos mutters as chunks of rock crumble under the dragons' grips, crashing to the courtyard in boulders the size of Res' torso.
๐lthough being wary to not look into the dragons' eyes, Reserras glances at every one to see three in various shades of red, two shades of green, one brown, one orange, and the enormous navy one ahead of him. They're all massive, overshadowing the structure of the citadel as they narrow their golden eyes at the first-years in absolute judgment.
โeserras finds himself wondering for a split second which of these terrifying creatures bonded with his brother.
ย ย ๐ด ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐โ๐๐๐ ? ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ค๐. ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐'s ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐-โ๐๐๐๐๐.ย
โf the dragons didn't need humans to develop signet abilities from bonding and weave the protective wards they power around Navarre, Reserras is quite certain they'd eat them all and be done with it.
๐ต๐ข๐ก ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐โthe
valley behind Basgiath the dragons call homeโ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐โ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐, ๐ ๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ .
๐ cadet bolts out of Third Wing, screaming in terror as he makes a run for the stone keep. The entire mass of humans and dragons alike turn to look as he sprints for the giant arched door at the center.
๐ne of the red dragons on the left opens its vast mouth, revealing teeth as big as Reserras is. ๐โ๐๐ก ๐๐๐ค ๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ โ ๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐ ๐ข๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐ค๐๐๐ก๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. Fire erupts along its tongue, then shoots outward
in a macabre blaze toward the fleeing cadet.
๐he cadet is a pile of ash on the gravel before he could even reach the shadow of the keep.
๐๐๐ฅ๐ก๐ฆ-๐๐๐โ๐ก ๐๐๐๐.
โeat from the dragon's flame blasts the scarred side of his face as more screaming reverberates across the courtyard. There are two more gusts of heat.
๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ก๐ฆ.
๐ixty-seven taken by the parapet, three taken by the dragons.
'๐is then Reserras Atonal realizes Basgiath truly plucks out the weakest like weeds in a garden.
๐gaeyl seems to tilt her spiked head at him, as if her narrowed golden eyes can see straight through him. ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ค๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐๐๐ค. The dragon blinks, which
might be a sign of approval, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
"Anyone else feel like changing their mind?" Xaden shouts after the yard falls solemnly silent, scanning the remaining rows of cadets, mirroring the shrewd gaze of his navy-blue dragon behind him. "No? Excellent. Roughly half of you will be dead by this time next summer."
๐he formation is eerily silent apart for a few, untimely, sobs from Reserras' left.
"A third of you again the year after that, and the same your last year. No one cares who your mommy or daddy is here. Even King Tauri's second son died during his Threshing. So tell me again: Do you feel invincible now that you've made it into the Riders Quadrant? Untouchable? Elite?"
๐o one cheers.
๐nother blast of heat rushesโdirectly at Reserras' faceโbut it's not flames, just steam, and it blows back his silver hair as the dragons finish their simultaneous exhale.
๐he breeches on the first-year ahead of Violet Sorrengail darken, the color spreading down his legs.
๐โ๐๐ฆ ๐ค๐๐๐ก ๐ข๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
"Because you're not untouchable or special to them." Xaden points toward Sgaeyl and leans forward slightly, like he's letting them in on a secret as him and Res lock eyes. "To them, you're just the prey."
__________โขเผป*โฝ*เผบโข__________
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Second chapter, here we go! I love this book so d*mn much, oml! Ressy is so smitten for shadow hubby. ๐ ( then again who wouldn't be ๐ฅต )
The reunion between the Atonal brothers ๐ฅน they are my hearts.ย
Anyways, hope you lovely readers enjoyed! ๐
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