mythical
Junior Member
Jason Matthews. A common name for a not so common guy. Jase, as some of his friends called him, or sometimes just "J," was one of the few humans with a dragon partner. See, the great war had ended, almost two hundered years ago now, and gone was the tyrannical rule of the dark riders and their king, Galbitorix. Now the new riders were rising up, but they lived in secret, trying to allow the wounded and distrustful population of humans to recover, and hopefully forget, all the evils that the previous generation of dragon riders had inflicted upon them.
Thus why, Jase and his hatchling, Sierra, lived in a set of canyons and underground elaborate cave systems seemingly in the middle nowhere. Him, and the others; a small group of riders, their dragons, and their mentors. They called it The Academy, not being ones for grandeur. Simple names were fine. He was sure it had a name in the ancient language to be its counterpart, but no one knew it.
Jase was one of the older trainees, and his dragon Sierra was not yet ready to begin rider training, so neither were any of the younger recruits. It was all good though, because his mentors made dang sure they were never lacking in things to do or study. At the moment, he was fifteen feet up in a tree studying a textbook on the ancient language, last minute cramming for his upcoming exam. Magic was not one of his strong suits, but he couldn't afford to fail this test. And the tree was merely his attempt to get away from the noise and chaos the rest of his classmates tended to create.