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Penulis: Bella Fyre
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77

The morning mist still clung to the Wing Corps training grounds when Avi arrived earlier than anyone else, though not by choice. Trace had insisted she sleep in the capital the night before, close to the palace and under sentinel guard. The unofficial order had been clearer than any spoken command:

No chances. Not now.

Commander Thomas waited for her in the center of the field, arms crossed, posture stiff enough to snap. Verek stood beside him with a datapad. Both men looked as if they'd aged a decade overnight.

“Avi,” Thomas said, voice level but too level. “Approach.”

She did. Every guard in the area watched her as if she carried an unstable explosive under her skin. In a way… she supposed she did.

Thomas nodded to Verek. “Let’s begin.”

Verek tapped the datapad. “By order of Queen Brieanika and King Trace, Wing Corp Training Protocol Eleven is in effect. Trainee Avin Sunner is to undergo modified training until her magic ” He hesitated, searching her face. “is deemed stabl
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  • Dawlya’s Dragon   83

    83 Training had been progressing better than any of them expected. Avi was no longer just reacting to the Circle’s pull, she was working with it. When she moved, her magic flowed with the precision of someone who had been trained for decades. When she shifted, the Circle merged with her dragon seamlessly, its power rising through her scales like a second heartbeat. Chance watched her from the edge of the field, arms folded, expression sharp with something between fascination and dread. Verek murmured to him, “She’s stabilizing.” “No,” Chance whispered, eyes narrowing. “She’s synchronizing.” That distinction made the hair on Verek’s arms rise. Synchronizing meant power. Permanency. Evolution. Avi landed lightly, her wings folding as the last of the training spells dissipated around her feet. The Circle settled inside her, quiet, almost content. Chance stepped forward. “You handled the layered cast well.” Avi wiped the sweat from her temple. “It felt like… I wasn’t doing it alo

  • Dawlya’s Dragon   82

    82 The chamber the royals used for private military briefings was dim at this hour, lit only by a ring of wall sconces whose flames flickered against stone. Brie and Trace sat together at the long table, neither wearing their crowns now but radiating the unmistakable weight of authority. Trace’s sentinel waited at the door; Kyle stood behind the queen with arms folded, alert. Chance entered quietly. He bowed not perfunctoryly, not ceremonial, but with a gravity that made both royals straighten. “Report,” Trace said. No softness. No preamble. Chance exhaled once. “Sire. Majesty. I am here to formally confirm that Avin has taken Seppa’s Circle.” Brie’s hand froze halfway to her cup. Trace didn’t move at all, but the air thickened around him. Chance continued, pacing once not out of nerves, but because the words themselves felt heavy. “She is not merely a Keeper. Her circle merged with her dragon. I have never seen, felt, or read about anything like it. Dawlya magic was never meant

  • Dawlya’s Dragon   81

    81 The training field was empty at this hour, nothing but silver mist rolling low over the grass and the circle of ancient pylons humming faintly with suppressed containment wards. The air itself felt hesitant, as if aware of what was coming. Avi stepped into the center, shoulders tight, hands trembling despite her controlled breathing. She hated how the Circle made her feel: full and hollow, powerful and threatened, owned yet resisting. Chance appeared behind her in a flicker of displaced air. His arrival always felt like a gust of warm wind. Tonight it hit her like a warning. “Avin,” he said quietly. No title. No rank. Just her name. She turned, swallowing hard. “You felt it again?” “Everyone felt it,” he answered, jaw tight. “The entire capital spiked for half a second. And you’re still standing, which… shouldn’t be possible.” Avi wrapped her arms around herself. “It wasn’t speaking, just… pushing. Hard.” Chance circled her slowly, studying her with an expression she couldn

  • Dawlya’s Dragon   80

    80 The barracks were too quiet. Avi had barely finished stabilizing her breathing. Chance's emergency training had drained every ounce of strength from her when she realized the silence outside her door wasn’t normal. Wing Corp barracks were never silent. Even at night, someone was always sparring, cleaning gear, cursing Kael, something. This silence meant something else. She sat up, still trembling from the aftershock of the Circle’s attempt to speak, and listened. Whispers. “Did you see her eyes?” “No Wing should have that kind of magic.” “She’s Dawlya.” “No, she’s the Circle Keeper now.” “That’s worse.” Her throat tightened. Then the whispers shifted. “Commander Thomas will never allow her on active wings. ” “Verek said the Queen is already involved.” “We need to keep our distance. If the Circle takes her…” “She killed a councilman, didn’t she?” A slow rage built in her chest. I didn’t kill Ravier, she thought. I saved Puc, Linka. But it didn’t matter. Percep

  • Dawlya’s Dragon   79

    79 Then, very slowly, he exhaled. “Alright. We begin now.” “Begin what?” “Emergency stabilization training,” he answered. “If the Circle is reaching for you, we delay nothing.” He motioned for her to stand. When she did, her knees nearly buckled. He caught her elbow. “Don’t fight it alone. That’s what will break you.” She steadied. “I’m not afraid of them.” His expression tightened. “You should be. And that’s why we train tonight.” He guided her to the center of the narrow barracks room. The air vibrated, humming with unseen power as he raised a hand. “I’m going to provoke a controlled response,” Chance said. “A small one. You’re going to learn to contain it without burying it, and without letting it consume you.” Avi hesitated. “What if I lose control?” “Then I stop you,” he said simply. “But understand that your Circle is tied to both your Dawlya magic and your dragon. If they synchronize at the wrong moment, every ward on this base will shatter.” She winced. “Great. No p

  • Dawlya’s Dragon   78

    78 Lights-out had passed an hour ago. The barracks were quiet breathing, shifting bunks, and the low hum of ventilation. Avi lay on her cot staring up at the dark ceiling, too alert to sleep, too drained to think. Her ribs still ached from earlier drills, and her magic… her magic felt wrong. Not dangerous. Not wild. Just… present. Like it was waiting for something. She rolled to her side and pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders. Chance’s training had left her trembling half from exertion, half from the truth he had admitted so calmly: “You’re not hosting the Circle, Avi. It’s choosing you.” She squeezed her eyes shut. I didn’t choose it. But the Circle didn’t seem to care. Her pulse steadied. The bunk across from her creaked as Lees shifted in sleep. The barracks door clicked softly as the night guard passed by. Then… A whisper. Not sound. Not thought. A pressure, like a breath against the inside of her skull. Avi sat bolt upright. “No,” she whispered into the dark. “

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