Middle spice level The wind whipped through my hair, carrying the scent of pine and something else... something ancient and powerful. I pulled my worn cloak tighter, the familiar weight a small comfort against the enormity of what lay ahead. Today was the day. My sixteenth birthday. The day my life, as I knew it, would cease to exist. My name is Astera Bloodwing, and I carry a burden and a destiny woven into my very being. My mother, Anthousa Bloodwing, her face etched with a weariness I couldn't yet fully comprehend, had prepared me for this day since I was a child. She told me stories of our lineage, of the Dragon Queens of old, women blessed - or perhaps cursed - with the power to bond with dragons. And I, Astera, was the next in line. From birth, I bore the mark. A swirling tapestry of gold and silver etched onto my right arm. A dragon, coiled and regal, its wings outstretched, framing a crown of intricate design. It pulsed faintly with a warmth that resonated deep within my bones, a constant reminder of the power that lay dormant within me. "A thousand years," my mother had said, her voice hushed with reverence, "it has been a thousand years since the last Dragon Queen graced this earth. Every thousand years, a girl is born with the mark. A girl destined to ride dragons and, more importantly, to understand them." Understanding. That was the key, she emphasized. It wasn't merely about power, about wielding a dragon as a weapon. It was about connection, about empathy, about forging a bond so profound that two souls became one. And so, for sixteen years, I had been trained. Not in the arts of court or the intricacies of diplomacy, but in the ancient languages of the dragons, in the lore of their history, their habits, their very essence. I learned to read the wind, to sense changes in the air pressure that heralded a dragon's flight, to decipher the subtle tremor of the earth that marked its passage.

After Peter's final battle as the web spinning hero, he had hung up his webs for breaking the one rule he had as a superhero: never kill. after that he hadn't felt worthy of the costume ever again. but when he disappeared for sixteen years, a new boy, a troubled teen with a nice heart but some bad choices is given incredible Spider powers of his own. will this boy turn as corrupt as the city he lives in? Or will he attempt to live up to the mantle and become the next friendly neighborhood, as well as what some could consider, the "Greatest Spider-Man"? Note: This is set in my own version of the Marvel Universe, Earth 747. This universe has Gwen Stacy still alive along with most other events in comics continuity