Mourning Glory
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Now we go to school there. It’d been neutral territory during the war among the dragon-mages, so it seemed like a good location to try and bridge the gap. The queens then had to send out some trusted, not likely to kill each other dragon-mages to remove the noma. After that those dragon-mages became professors and were responsible for building Dracaena Academy. The whole idea was that raising the once warring tribes together might start healing the rifts. By the time we start at the Academy, we pretty much have a handle on changing between human and dragon forms, but flying and other magics are still unexplored until that first year. I kind of miss that. The complete joy of the first successful flight or spell. Today is the first day of my last year. Of course, if Mother doesn’t stop sending me on piddly errands, I am going to be late. I grab the linens she sent me after and rush back to our quarters. Mother is in the solar when I arrive.
