𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒 [𝟏𝟖+]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅

" The Caddington Family History Book exist ever since Colonel Benjamin Caddington,
who hired a team of scribes to write his family's chronicle in 616 AU. From this moment on, every
Caddington's birth, life and death is chronicled. This was done, so no Caddington will be forgotten
like Captain Caddington "

- Caddington Family History

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CHAPTER THREE
Battle Brief

[ANNIE'S POV]

The next day, after the Parapet, every cadet that survived it was now standing outside the college, together in the courtyard, respectfully listening to Captain Fitzgibbons, who was listing all the names of the fallen candidates on the death roll. The first night was uneventful. Whoever passed was now a cadet, was lead in the shared barracks, that I now share with all the other girls until Threshing. After we managed to be chosen by and bonded a dragon, we get our own rooms. In addition to moving into the bedchambers, where the bed were positioned in four rows, we received the common quadrant's clothing, which included a black tunic, pants and adornments. I was never into accessories, so I preferred not to wear any now either. Unlike the others, I was, like usual, wearing the Dragon rider coat of my father over the uniform, but like everyone else, my clothes were decorated with a silver four-pointed star above my covered collarbone, which was meant to show that I'm a first-year, and a Fourth Wing patch on the shoulder. Another thing we don't get until Threshing was flight leather, which was a shame. 

"Elena Sosa, Brayden Blackburn.", my attention was drawn back to Fitzgibbons, who was standing on the dais and still hasn't finished the roll. Yes, it's horrible and insensitive, but everyone who chooses to come here, has to accept that they might not come out and on top at the end. If I mourn every death here, I will not stop mourning at all. Yet, I couldn't help, but struggle to find sleep the previous night. Dylan's face kept flashing in front of my inner eye, whenever I closed them. Maybe it was grief, maybe it was regret, since I was a bitch toward, only moments before he fell. "Jace Sutherland. Dougal Luperco."

All these names mean everything now, but will mean nothing tomorrow. This was what we were settling for here and that made me think about Captain Caddington once again. How everything, except for his name and war stories, was forgotten. He was the beginning and let me tell you, the Caddingtons are proud, proud people. We don't like being forgotten or even just the possibility of it. So, Benjamin Caddington hired a team of Scribes to begin writing the Caddington Family History. A book the notes every single Caddington from the moment they are born to the day they take their last breath. A matter that shows that we learn from our history, but it was also deep rooted arrogance.