Aurelian Isle Universe
Year One
Draconis Academy
Welcome to Draconis Academy-
The solitary bastion where one is either sculpted to rule or trained for war.
Assessment Day determines who survives; Sorting Day seals your destiny.
Father has honed me into a sharpened blade, a weapon intended for my betrothed to wield.
But I have a plans.
If I find my true mate and he marks me, the betrothal shatters.
My fate is mine to command.
Year one weeds out the weak.
Year two, hone your skills.
Year three pits student against student.
Year four, only the strong survive.
Year 2
Draconis Academy
The academy looms above me, shadows curling around its ancient stone walls, a fortress of secrets and threats. After everything that happened last year, I think I fared well. Not only did I survive, but I somehow managed to find *three* mates—the kind of rare connection whispered about in hushed voices. And then there’s the red egg, the one students have tried for centuries to claim, choosing me over the thousands who came before.
But for every victory, there’s always a new challenge, and I still have that fan club—the ones who watch my every move, hoping I’ll stumble, maybe even fall. I can practically feel their eyes on me, like they’re just waiting to pounce.
My mates have warned me. They say this year will be harder, that more students won’t make it through the trials. The gauntlets will push me further, and the training exercises Shadowcarve has planned are notorious for a reason. Sometimes, I wonder if I should have just studied politics instead of the art of war, like I had a choice.
Year Three
Draconis Academy
As I step onto the field, the cold wind bites through my uniform, cutting straight to the bone. Year three. I survived last year—barely—but this feels different. Worse. This year, we’re thrown into the war games, pitted against each other in brutal battles, third years against third years, tearing each other apart for survival. Six months of that, and then we face whoever’s left from the fourth years’ own games. It’s survival of the fittest, but with everything we’ve endured, it feels like Hell itself opened its gates just for us. The air is thick with tension, every student eyeing each other like prey. We’re supposed to be allies here, but nothing about this feels safe. Not with the stakes this high. Then, in the middle of it, the ground shakes, a thunderous roar ripping through the air. I freeze, every instinct screaming at me to run, but I can’t move, my eyes locked on the sky as a shadow blots out the moon. It’s him. The red egg, my red egg—the one that chose me—is cracking open, and I can barely believe what I’m seeing. His scales gleam like molten rubies, his wings stretching wide as he emerges, his gaze locking onto me. Those glowing orange eyes pierce through the night, zeroing in on the battlefield, on me, like I’m his only reason for being here. He dives, his powerful wings sending gusts that whip at my hair and clothes. My heart slams against my ribs as he descends, his massive form filling my vision, his roar drowning out every other sound. The battlefield’s chaos fades to nothing as his shadow envelopes me, the heat of his presence searing into my skin. I have no idea if he’s here to protect me—or to finish me off. Either way, tonight is a gamble, and survival feels as uncertain as ever.
Year 4
Draconis Academy
Blurb
to
be
determined
at
a
much
later
date.
These
are
filler
words for now.