DOE[MASS EDIT PHASE]

{I do not own Fourth Wing. Rebecca Yarros does. Keep this in mind.}

"You want a dragon? Earn one."
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"Do what you would normally do with a ribbon.. Just try not to kill me or Noah. Kill the illusion."
I nodded at Bodhi's words, as I whipped the urumi I was given quickly. I could see Noah flinch out of the corner of my eye, as I got into position.
My gaze was now focused on an illusion of Jack Barlowe- who looked ready to kill.
I begun spinning, letting the flexible blade flow, as it got faster.
The more I moved my arms, the more lethal I possibly got with this whip-sword.
And eventually, the illusion dispersed as the blade 'cut' Jack's forearms- the tip of the blade reaching his chest-
His heart.
I could be lethal.

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Managing to get tricked by her adopted home, oblivious for years that she'd have to join the Riders Quadrant as continuing punishment for her mothers crime during the rebellion, plus so many other officers, Fawn Edurne had no choice but take that continuing step forward, knowing she possibly wouldn't even survive the parapet- She trained to be a ribbon dancer for years due to her adopted home, but never a rider.
After finishing the parapet, her head heavily injured, Fawn became vulnerable to the dangers at Basgiath War College, but, little known to her there would always be a 'guardian angel' there to protect her.
Let the ribbon dancer graduate or die.