Ayame Howell

I lay in my bed with the sheets over my head, I haven't been to the Metalli-Munitionem Academy in six months. Since, there was a big surprise attack on us near Imber, from one of the werewolves tribes, many dragon riders and warriors were killed and wounded, so we were low on fighters. All the Elders, expect Theo, thought it was a good idea to send me and help rebuild force there, they said, "You are the best dragon rider and fighter we have in this Academy, so we wish you good luck", but the only reason I was the best was because many of the students don't learn how to fight until they are marked to their rightful place, such as Enchanters, Dragon Riders, Warriors, or a Simple. However, since I bear the Howell name I have been training since I could walk, which of course made me more advanced than the other students my age. As I pull the covers off of me I feel the cold chill from the air as I get up from my bed.