The Enchanted Warriors (Dragon Riders AU)

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As Hanbin staggered out of the ring, Professor Willow's eyes narrowed on him.

Y/N rushed to her brother's side, slipping an arm around his waist as he nearly collapsed. Blood streamed from the gash, hot and heavy against her palm as her magic fought to seal it. Hanbin's hand found her shoulder, squeezing weakly - a wordless plea not to worry.

From the shadows at the edge of the arena, Tori stepped forward. Her eyes were ice, her hand still wet with Hanbin's blood.

"Stand."

Professor Willow's command cracked through the silence like a whip.

"This is a training ground, not a tragedy."

Her gaze cut to the blood on the stone, then back to the siblings.

"If your heart wavers, your enemy will carve it out for you. Keep your pity, your tears, your hesitation - off my floor."

She turned sharply, her voice rising to strike every student in the arena.

"Emotions make you sloppy. And sloppy gets you killed."

Her eyes swept over the class, pinning each of them like prey.

"You were chosen to lead - kings and queens, forged by fire and sharpened by the fiercest beasts in existence. Dragons do not waste themselves on fools. Do not make them regret it."

Her voice dropped into something low and venomous.

"When war comes - and it will come - you will lead. You will bleed. And if you are not ready, you'll die screaming before you ever taste the crown you were meant to wear."

She turned on her heel, her cloak snapping behind her.

"Prepare yourselves."

And with that, Professor Willow strode out - her footsteps echoing louder than any scream, leaving only the sting of her words behind.

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The arena pulsed with fire and noise. Banners of crimson and silver snapped in the wind, the sigil of Draconyas glowing against the night. Across the field, the sharp black banners of Ironwing Academy billowed like stormclouds, their dragons restless and snarling.

The arena roared to life. Twenty players took their positions - ten from Draconyas Academy, ten from Ironwing Academy - each astride their dragons, the ground trembling beneath the weight of so many wings and claws.

Light spilled over the academy walls, red and gold bursting like falling stars. Then came the roar - not human, but dragons - rattling the air, vibrating in her bones.

the arena, the crowd roaring, banners snapping in the wind. Draconyas versus Ironwing Academy - their fiercest rivals. Dragons streaked through the skies above the stadium, blazing arcs of fire and light.

High above, the announcer's voice rang out, sharp and thrilling:

Welcome, students and masters alike, to the Dragon Skit Finals! Tonight, Draconyas Academy faces their fiercest rivals-Ironwing Academy!"