Genre: Fantasy adventure, coming of age, a little bit of darkness
Summary: Who knew what would happen after stealing some bread from a street stall? Certainly not Nagan. Nothing out of the ordinary should have happened considering stealing food to survive was the norm. But fate, destiny, karma, whatever you want to call it, had a funny way of showing mercy.
Who knew an uncoordinated baby dragon would literally fall out of the sky to deliver an invitation to join Carvolier, the school known for training the finest Dragonmages.
Besides starting his severe dislike of portals.
Nagan Elvar, an orphan boy struggling to survive on the streets, gets invited to join Carvolier along with other promising mages his age to increase their magic potential and hone their skills for something good. Even getting the chance to become the land’s greatest protectors, Dragonmages. He had heard fantastical stories of these protectors of the sky, sea, and land, and his father was even one of them before he disappeared. With wanting to know the truth to why his father never came back as his prime motivation, along with the sheer excitement of being given this opportunity of course, Nagan and his best friend, Az, do their best to learn all they can and do the best they can.
Yet something darker seeps through the seams as the years go on, for the righteous Dragonmages aren’t the only ones who’ve tamed dragons.
Chapter 1 preview
It might have been only a few minutes since Nagan closed his eyes, but an odd beating sound started to come from the air above him. Against his better judgment, he chose to ignore it. He was too damn tired and sore! However, the beating was persistent and growing closer. Nagan stubbornly kept his eyes closed, rationalizing that he was just hearing his own heart beating, but the sound was too erratic and inconsistent to be so.
The ground shook suddenly as something fell in front of him. Nagan’s eyes flew open, but never in a million years would he had been prepared for the sight before him.
The thing had landed on its back with oversized wings lying awkwardly around it and golden eyes peering up at him.
It was a dragon! Frankly, this wasn’t the first time he saw a dragon, but he had enough sense to never cross a wild dragon! At least, he assumed this one was wild since he didn’t see a handler with it.
The baby dragon seemed to think it was funny to see Nagan terrified of itself, and promptly hopped to its feet and growl playfully at him in a crouch, its light blue, jagged scales glittering a bit in the stray beams of sunlight. It continued to jump around trying to get Nagan to play with it until it realized that that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. With a purr of confusion, it sat and tilted its head to the side as if asking why he was still scared.
Nagan sat stiffly against the wall, debating what he should do. The dragon seemed harmless enough though. That’s when he noticed something tied around the dragon’s neck. It was a gold ribbon that held what looked to be a scroll, and the scroll had something written on it, however, it was too far away from him to read properly.
“Uh, you don’t bite, do you?” he scrunched up his nose as he realized how dumb this was trying to talk to a dragon and muttered, “If you can even understand me.”
The dragon purred again and trotted towards him much to Nagan’s horror. Thankfully, it simply sat and presented the scroll proudly. With the dragon being so close, Nagan could finally read what it said. Because it was in fancy golden letters, he struggled to make out the words since it was not in his native language, but eventually, he figured out it read:
That was indeed his name, which he could only assume it meant it was for him. Glancing at the dragon, he slowly reached out to take the scroll, but the dragon had other ideas. Like an excited puppy, it pushed its snout into his hand while its spiked tail wagged wildly back and forth. This action nearly made Nagan jump out of his skin, though he realized what the dragon wanted and started to awkwardly scratch its scales.
“Good…dragon?” he stated oddly and once again reached to take the scroll. Pulling it free from the ribbon, he opened it completely and stared in disdain.
The whole letter was written in Tarkovish, the main tongue of the region. He could speak it fluently with only a small accent, but the letters used were completely different from Rakshu. However, he recognized the crest at the top of the paper easily. It was the crest of Carvolier Academy, a school dedicated to training the lands greatest protectors, dragonmages.
His father had been a dragonmage, though he had disappeared when he was young. It wasn’t until he was older did his mother explain that he may never come back. That was when he was first aware of the concept of death.
But what could Carvolier want with him? A shiver of excitement ran through his body as he thought that maybe, just maybe, this was an invitation to join. This could completely turn his life around, and perhaps he could even find out once and for all what happened to his father.
But before he could even start to decipher the letter, the baby dragon huffed a ring of smoke around him, and Nagan was suddenly thrown into a swirl of colors.
Status: Ongoing with 31 chapters + information and A/N
Part One complete
Link: Resilience Series(Book 1): Nagan
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