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The Dragon Academy.
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Banshee [1] "Don't whine."
Eli Alstave [0] "Judge me not by my age, but rather by my abilities"
Diana Saar [0] "Despite what you may think, I'm as far from a damsel in distress as one can get."
Gergori Roufosse [0] "Every thing can change"
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The soft breeze that made its way through Berk brought forth a scent that could only be described as spring in full bloom. This was the time when, very rarely, Berk was free of its cold. It did not last for long, so the Vikings of Berk took the opportunity to welcome their visitors from faraway lands and begin the first day of The Dragon Academy.
Banshee stood tall on one of the many dangerous cliffs of Berg, looking over the ships that made their way towards the island. Her students. The future great warriors that would continue the long lived legacy of dragon taming. The soft breeze blew and swept her silver hair in the wind, causing a few stray strands to tickle the nose of her companion, who flew right beside her. Sonar, the Screaming Death, shook her head slightly, but the minute movement was still enough to knock Banshee off balance as the height of Sonar's head was more than three times taller than Banshee. Thankfully, the white dragon managed to quickly catch her master with a swift swish of her tail and helped Banshee stand still again. The silver haired woman gave Sonar an appreciatative smile before petting the dragon's tail affectionately. "You must be careful of your strength, Sonar. Power is not only brute force, but also the understanding that it must be used in moderation." Her voice was soft, melodious, and Sonar's tail wagged ever so slightly in what Banshee took as a sign of agreement.
As the last boat docked on Berk's piers, Banshee turned her eyes away from Sonar. She pulled up a blank mask as she composed herself. The beginning of this year's Dragon Academy would be in thirty minutes. In thirty minutes, she would be face to face with some of the world's potential master dragon tamers. It wasn't her first time teaching - she had three years under her belt - but it would be the first one where she felt that someone out there might just be the one who could inherit her title. She turned back to her dragon, a fond smile slipping through her facade. "Sonar, you may go. Stay in the tunnels alreayd built," she said with a warning eye. She didn't want the whole island to cave, just like it almost did years ago when a rampaging Screaming Death dug tunnel after tunnel beneath the soil. "I probably won't need you for today, but be ready just in case." With a nod and a small pat on her dragon's tail, she sent her off, watching as the huge dragon rose to the air before jumping inside a pre-dug hole.
She shot one last look at the ships as her blank mask slipped on once again. It was time to face the music.
Banshee stood tall on one of the many dangerous cliffs of Berg, looking over the ships that made their way towards the island. Her students. The future great warriors that would continue the long lived legacy of dragon taming. The soft breeze blew and swept her silver hair in the wind, causing a few stray strands to tickle the nose of her companion, who flew right beside her. Sonar, the Screaming Death, shook her head slightly, but the minute movement was still enough to knock Banshee off balance as the height of Sonar's head was more than three times taller than Banshee. Thankfully, the white dragon managed to quickly catch her master with a swift swish of her tail and helped Banshee stand still again. The silver haired woman gave Sonar an appreciatative smile before petting the dragon's tail affectionately. "You must be careful of your strength, Sonar. Power is not only brute force, but also the understanding that it must be used in moderation." Her voice was soft, melodious, and Sonar's tail wagged ever so slightly in what Banshee took as a sign of agreement.
As the last boat docked on Berk's piers, Banshee turned her eyes away from Sonar. She pulled up a blank mask as she composed herself. The beginning of this year's Dragon Academy would be in thirty minutes. In thirty minutes, she would be face to face with some of the world's potential master dragon tamers. It wasn't her first time teaching - she had three years under her belt - but it would be the first one where she felt that someone out there might just be the one who could inherit her title. She turned back to her dragon, a fond smile slipping through her facade. "Sonar, you may go. Stay in the tunnels alreayd built," she said with a warning eye. She didn't want the whole island to cave, just like it almost did years ago when a rampaging Screaming Death dug tunnel after tunnel beneath the soil. "I probably won't need you for today, but be ready just in case." With a nod and a small pat on her dragon's tail, she sent her off, watching as the huge dragon rose to the air before jumping inside a pre-dug hole.
She shot one last look at the ships as her blank mask slipped on once again. It was time to face the music.
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