The insult stabbed deep into him as the room fell into deep silence.
Eryx slowly reached for the envelope and read through it, his name, age and all information about him had already been filled out, all that was left was his signature.
“You already completed it,” he said, dismay clearly rooted in his voice.
“Of course I did,” Caleb smiled flatly. “I wasn’t going to trust you with something as important as this. You could fuck it up as always.”
That earned a chuckle out of Leo.
Eryx inhaled sharply, glancing from one brother to another.
Conscription day was a rite every family feared because most times it will always lead to the death of their sons or daughters.
It happened once every few years, with application letters carried from house to house by district officials. Whenever it arrived, some mothers cried themselves to sleep, fathers drank themselves into silence while their sons left home to impending doom.
Some returned bonded to dragons.
Most never returned at all.
Which was why families dreaded it and made sure their children became apprentices or workers at factories just escape that fate but his own family was pushing this his way.
“I’m not signing it.”
“You really think you have a choice?” Leo asked with a mocking snort.
“You will sign it little brother, whether you like or not.”
“I said…” Eryx swallowed, forcing the words past the knot in his throat. “…I am not signing it.”
Caleb’s smile quickly faded away. He pushed himself off the wall and walked towards Eryx, each step measured and bringing out a raggard breath out of him.
“Look at me!”
Eryx didn’t, he kept his gaze fixed on the application which made Caleb grab his chim, forcing his head up.
“I said…” His voice was calm enough to make Eryx’s stomach tighten. “Look at me.”
Their eyes met.
“You’ve spent sixteen years eating food you didn’t earn. Sleeping under a roof you didn’t pay for. Wearing clothes someone else bought.”
He tapped the conscription form with a finger.
“This is the first chance you’ve ever had to be worth something!”
Eryx stared at him with disbelief written boldy across his face.
“Worth something?” His voice shook. “By dying?”
Caleb let out a humorless laugh.
“Dying?” He shrugged. “Maybe… maybe not.”
He leaned in closer until Eryx could smell the sweat and iron dust clinging to his clothes.
“But whether you come or not doesn’t change the fact that the academy pays every family whose child answers the call.”
Eryx’s heart skipped a beat as realization set in quickly. He glanced around the room from his brother to his mother.
“You just want the compensation,” he said to no one in particular.
“Now, you are finally using your head,” Leo replied, grinning from the table. “It will be more money than you have ever brought into this house.”
Eryx’s lips drew into a small, sad smile. So, that was it? They weren’t doing this because they believed he had a chance at survival and bonding to a dragon. If at all, they had already decided he was as good as dead.
“The payment will keep this family alive through winter,” his mother said.
Eryx slowly turned toward her, a brow raised. He pointed at himself as he spoke.
“You… you want me to die?”
Clara narrowed her eyes on her son. “When a family is drowning, sometimes you have to let go of the weight pulling everyone else under.”
Eryx searched their faces, desperately hoping to find even the slightest trace of hesitation in their eyes. However, there was none, it was like they had already made their minds about his fate.
“You were born defective,” Caleb began. “You can’t work, you can’t even awaken your core, you can’t circulate enough mana to operate factory equipment.”
He jabbed a finger into Eryx’s chest with every sentence.
“So tell me…” he continued, his eyes narrowing. “What exactly are we supposed to do with you, Eryx?”
Eryx staggered back half a step. “But I tried.”
“Oh, don’t start that bullshit again!”
“But I did!” The words burst from him before he could even stop them. A wave of sadness and tiredness running through him.
“I tried every factory in the district. I begged them to let me carry crates for half the wage. I offered to sweep floors! I offered to even clean the furnaces but they wouldn’t even let me inside!”
“And whose fault is that?” Leo asked, furrowing his brow. “If you had been born normal, none of this would have happened, would it?”
“But it’s not my fault I was born this way,” Eryx responded, his voice breaking as he said each word.
No one answered.
“The academy’s compensation could keep this family fed for months. It could repair the roof, pay father’s debts and even buy medicine when Mother gets sick. You will be doing us the service you could never do all these while,” Caleb said.
“Besides, what do you even bring into this house with your presence?” He asked, his gaze hardening. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing!”
Caleb’s words echoed right deeply in Eryx’s soul. To his family, he was barely a burden, a defect they should have gotten rid of a long time ago!
His fingers slowly tightened around the conscription form until the parchment crumpled. His jaw clenched tightly.
He can’t do it.
He can’t.
The dragons will set him ablaze and even rip him to shreds if he were to ever step into the academy. They could smell a weak prey like him from miles away.
“I am still not going to sign it. I will find job somewhere but I won’t sign this.”
The atmosphere in the room immediately changed. They all stared at him in disbelief.
He wants to try to look for job somewhere?! No one would accept him, this was the best they could do for him! His brothers felt that they were doing him a more greater favor than he had ever done for them.
“Wrong answer,” Caleb said in a husky voice, closing the distance between them both.
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The suppression cuffs dug into Lira's wrists, cold and heavy, blocking the spirit-fire in her veins.Commander Vane marched three paces behind her, one hand resting on the brass pommel of his long blade. Six grey-coated Rift Trackers surrounded them, their lead-lined cloaks moving through the dark, fog-covered trunks of the southern ash-woods.In Vane's left hand, the brass compass glowed in the dim light. Its violet needle pulsed in a steady rhythm that seemed to match every beat of Lira's heart."Focus your mind, girl," Vane growled, his rough voice cutting through the rustling leaves. "If the needle flickers because you're trying to suppress the blood resonance, I'll have my men break your fingers one by one."Lira didn't look back. She kept her chin raised, her eyes cold, and her boots sinking into the wet black soil with every step.Let them hold the brass, Lira thought, her jaw tightening beneath her bruised skin. Let them follow the needle.She knew how the paired-bond compass
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The Vanguard Academy was silent, save for the rhythmic metallic clicking of the projection array mounted atop the Spire of Order.Thousands of students, nobles, and junior instructors stood shoulder to shoulder across the cold marble plaza. No one spoke or cheered. A suffocating dread hung over the crowd as the massive blue spirit-lens projected the recovered memory crystal's contents onto the white stone face of the central tower.The footage was shaky but clear.It showed the narrow, fog-covered entrance to the Devil’s Trench. It captured the exact moment Lieutenant Vane’s gilded spear snapped like a dry twig. It showed Eryx, barefoot and drenched in blood, his chest covered in jagged scars, taking down twelve fully armed lieutenants with frightening efficiency.Then came the part that made even the hardened third-year instructors turn away in disgust.The lens zoomed in on Drogo. The massive shadow dragon didn't simply kill the marsh drakes. It pinned them against the granite roc
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The evening wind was cold, leaving the Devil’s Trench in a deadly silence.The six upper-house recruits drinking by the campfire weren’t alone. As the yellow dusk faded into darkness, six more figures dropped from the high cedar canopy, landing in their iron stirrups. Twelve lieutenants in silver-and-crimson cloaks formed a curved wall of steel across the narrow canyon exit, blocking the only path south toward the river delta.Their mid-tier marsh drakes lined the stone ledge, their scaled wings half-spread and their nostrils releasing thin streams of orange spirit-fire into the damp air.The lead lieutenant was a tall, broad-shouldered noble named Vane. He held a gilded dragon-killer spear in his gloved hand and urged his mount three paces forward. His silver breastplate gleamed in the torchlight, free of dents, rust, or blood.“Come out into the light, stray!” Vane shouted, his voice echoing off the granite walls. “We know you’re hiding in the ditch! The Directorate put three hundre
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For seven days, the routine continued without a break. Every morning, before the yellow mist cleared from the high granite walls, Eryx dragged his broadsword through the narrow, sunless ravines, searching for the oldest and most territorial beasts in the unmapped reaches of the Outer Wilds. He never let Drogo strike first. He wouldn’t let the shadow dragon spread his wings or open his jaws until the steel had done its work.Eryx launched himself from the rock ledges with frightening precision. He severed the tendon of a mountain drake, shattered the jaw plate of an iron-scaled boar, and pinned each beast to the canyon floor with his bare hands and the weight of his broadsword.Only when the creature lay gasping and helpless in the mud would Eryx step back, wiping sweat and blood from his eyes.“Feed,” Eryx rasped, his voice low and firm.Drogo stepped out of the shadows. The dragon didn’t thrash or roar. He lowered his broad snout, clamped his jaws around the beast’s chest, tore out i
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The cold wind carried the metallic stench of fresh spirit-drake gore. It clung to the damp air and mingled with wet stone.Eryx didn’t lower his broadsword. The cold steel tip remained planted two inches from the center of Drogo’s broad, obsidian-scaled snout. His chest heaved with shallow gasps, every rib aching, but his dark eyes held a desperate focus that did not waver.“Look at me,” Eryx rasped, his rough voice cutting through the canyon breeze. “Look at my eyes, Drogo.”The shadow dragon didn’t move. His dark-violet pupils remained locked on Lira, who stood ten paces back against a jagged wall, her hands clenched over her empty dagger sheaths. She had little room to retreat, and she knew it.Then, slowly, Drogo shifted his massive head back toward his rider.“We set the line again,” Eryx said, his voice dropping into a deliberate growl, carrying what remained of his authority despite his drained spirit-core. “Just like in the lower pens. Right now.”He gripped Drogo’s broad snou
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Eryx and Lira stood alone amid the wreckage of the Hundred Wings. The basin was covered with the remains of high-house war drakes and shattered vanguard galleys. Iron breastplates lay split across the white soil, and torn reins moved in the damp wind. The bodies were still warm, sending thin plumes of grey mist into the freezing morning air.The wind carried ash across their faces, and every gust stirred the wreckage underfoot. Lira shifted her weight carefully, wincing when the cut on her jaw pulled. Her arms felt heavy from the fight, but she kept watching Eryx. She was too tired to run, and too frightened to turn her back on him. Even the distant sounds of retreat had done little to ease the fear pressing against her ribs.Far above the cloud line, the wild, unbonded dragons that had bowed their heads turned and vanished into the mist, their wings beating in a silent, eerie rhythm.Drogo kept moving.The shadow dragon passed from one fallen war drake to the next with slow, heavy st
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