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Chapter 1

Today was the day I've been waiting for since forever, Conscription day for the deathly Basgiath War College.

I used to dream of this day, though the reasons have changed a lot over the few years. Today is the day I cross the parapet and enter the riders quadrant, one of the deadliest choices of them all.

This still isn't what I fully want though.

Even if I would want to go into a different quadrant, that wouldn't matter. Since the end of the rebellion, led by one Fen Riorson, father of Xaden Riorson and my own parents, everything has changed.

Even if you were to ask any of the children who were there during the time they would say it was all a blur. I remember it all in perfect gruesome detail though, the way the earth felt, the sounds, the feel, everything.

It was all going according to plan, and everything was all set up for us to be able to live our lives. Then it all went wrong. It's a day all of us remember, a day of loss and so much change for everyone. I remember it all to well.

The day was going perfectly normal, the leadership of the rebellion had a meeting earlier that morning, discussing who knows what. The rest of the day went on with our normal routines, we ate, the littles played outside under the supervision of their parents and siblings, and the night soon closed in.

I remember vagly looking up at the sky as I watched the sun set, Garrick, Xaden, Imogen, and Bohdi had headed off a few hours ago, leaving me to my own thoughts as they sat in on the leadership meeting.

This was what every night was like for me basically, just me and nature. I used to try and insist on my dad letting me sit in on the meetings like Garrick did, but all my dad would say is " Not right now sweetie " , then shut the thick doors, locking me out of the room.

Over the last few weeks I watched as my dad became increasingly more frustrated and stressed, and soon I gave up on asking what was wrong, leaving him alone as he sat in his office. My mother also became increasingly more distant then usual, and Garrick, well I honestly just missed hanging out with him. He and the others were always busy now a days, and they didn't have any time. Honestly I couldn't even fully name the last time I had a genuine conversation with my brother.

My expectations soon dropped, a feeling that something was coming, something worse than what they have been planning for.

I wish I was wrong.

The sound of wing beats filled the air, taking away from the quietness that used to fill the town. We were all snatched out of our beds, hands tied behind our backs as we were escorted out, soon to be forcefully sat on the ground in front of our parents.

My stomach dropped, but I didn't dare let my face falter.

' Don't show fear, this will all be over soon, keep it together ' I kept repeating to myself, trying to keep myself calm as I looked around the area.

We were all there, every single member of the rebellion as well as their children. There was no escape, a huge tall dragon looked over us, scars ridiling his body as he peered down at us. I clenched my fitsts, digging my nails into my palms as time seemed to stop. One moment my dad and mom were standing there, alive and breathing, the next they were gone.

I remember how the ground shifted as the large dragon turned its head towards our backs, the temperature rising around us, and within seconds, the feeling of what felt like our flesh was being seared off. Leaving us with a permanent vary of swoops, widths, and placements. The worse and most visible of all being on Xaden.