ShadowFyre

When lies run rampant, the truth feels terrifying.

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A long time ago, Dragons, Humans and Elves once fought side by side in 'The War Of The Coming Darkness', led by evil beings once seduced by dark magics.

After the war, the school 'ShadowFyre' was built, the treaties for the three turned into more of a leash for each species, forcing them to get along, though tensions were high due to pride, ego, or greed.

A hundred years later, elves had vanished mysteriously, never to be heard from again, so the school turned into an academy for potential riders hoping to bond with a dragon, though there was no need of it and dragons didn't want to be collared, so they naturally resisted the idea, but the treaty set in place made it where they were forced to allow the humans to try.

It's been centuries since a dragon had bonded with a rider —not that humans haven't stopped trying.

Plots

Dante

Dante : Is a feisty 6'0 —in human form— dragon that has never allowed a rider to claim him as their companion. He's too annoyed by how most riders are arrogant and controlling. Thinking they own a dragon after they bond. Dante is also a rare ebony dragon, with blue tipped scales, horns, tail and hair, with blue eyes with yellow circling the pupil that have freckles of bioluminescence.

He's a soft hearted dragon, with a prickly exterior and a long standing hatred for riders.

Intro

The dragons watched as a fresh batch of humans arrived off the train. A half the group began to loudly pick out the ones they wanted to go after and the other half began to rate them on a score chart...

None of the dragons were happy about being scored or picked out like pets or cattle. None wanted anything to do with these humans. Half of the dragons stood in their half-human form (human-looking, except for the horns and tail) for duties and their expressions trapped in disgust.

Dante glared at the group of humans, his hatred of them burning brightly in his eyes, but the treaty made him unable to act.

A loud crack sounded, the co-headmaster of the compound —an elderly man, with a no nonsense attitude— lowered his hand from where he clapped them, staring hard at the group as if they'd personally offended him.