The Legend of Astaria: Tale of the forgotten dragon princess

My sister, Aurora, and I were flying together when we noticed something strange on the frozen land far below us.Aurora flew steady beside me. She was a dragon, powerful and beautiful. Her silver scales shined in the sunlight, her wings cutting through the air like blades. I looked at her and felt small. Not weak, just… different.How I came into existence?My father was a shapeshifter and also a god. My mother was a dragon who had been locked away in a dungeon. The gods had sent my father to kill her. But when he saw her really saw her he couldn't do it. He felt her pain. He fell in love with her. It was love at first sight. Because of that, he gave up everything even his place as a god and ran away with her. That's how I and Aurora were born."Fioooona," Aurora called. "Why are you so quiet? What should we do?" She flapped her wings gently as she spoke."Should we go check it out? What about what Oma told us to do?" I asked. Oma was the leader of the dragons. Even though I wasn't fu

I thought of a way to manipulate them and get some information out of them, so I gathered enough courage and approached them."Fiona is a good name. Do you want me to start calling you that from today?" I asked the girl, turning to the supposed daughter. She immediately pulled a face of disgust."Ewww. What's Fiona? And why would I share the same name as you? If you can't call me Iris, just forget it. Don't ruin my perfect name."That meant my name was still Fiona. Perfect.Iris? Perfect? It worked. That meant they weren't like my father or mother. They were mostly humans, then the lady spoke "hope you are done with the dishes I have to go to my shift, I wish someone would take my place" Shift?? What's that, like a momentary turn while safeguarding a post? I think that's what she meant by that, that also would be a good opportunity for me to go out so fine I will use this for her.."Should I help you with your shift today? I can grab something for you on my way back," I asked the wom

I took her hand."Yes, let's see what my father prepared for me."The moment I touched her, we vanished. In an instant, the world shifted beneath our feet, and we reappeared in an entirely different land another realm. This place felt strangely familiar, like home, only darker… and more beautiful. It reminded me of something out of The School for Good and Evil split down the middle, one side cloaked in shadow, the other bathed in light, yet somehow, they existed together in the same space."Now that we are here," she said softly, "there's no going back.""What am I going to do now?" I turned to her, confused.Without answering, she waved her hand or maybe it was magic. I didn’t just feel different; I looked different too.I was now dressed in black leather trousers, a matching jacket, and a small cap resting atop my head. My red-and-white hair, however, remained untouched."You roll with your mate," she replied."What about you? Where are you going?" I asked."To where I belong. See y

"Everything is dangerous for someone with no power,” he said, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. It wasn’t a judgment, just a statement of fact. He turned and started walking again.We continued through the grounds, passing a section of the academy where the buildings were entwined with glowing vines and strange, beautiful flowers bloomed in the moonlight. This had to be Virelle. It felt wilder, more organic than the other sections. He finally stopped in front of a heavy wooden door marked with a carving of a chimera.“This is your room,” he said, his tone returning to one of detached duty. He produced a simple silver key from his pocket and held it out to me. “You have a roommate. Try not to bother her.”I took the key, our fingers brushing for a fraction of a second. A jolt, like static electricity, shot up my arm. His eyes widened slightly, and he pulled his hand back quickly. Did he feel it too?“Wait,” I said, the word escaping before I could stop it. I wanted to ask him. Do

Lucius:From my position at the head of the table, I watched her walk into the dining hall. The whispers started instantly, a ripple of gossip spreading through the room. *That’s her. The one who looks like the legend.* I kept my expression neutral, turning my attention back to the prefect I was speaking with, though I didn't hear a word he said.My focus was entirely on her. Fiona. She carried herself with an unconscious grace, a strength in her posture that belied the fear I could sense flickering in her eyes. She looked so much like she did all those years ago, yet different. Older. The fire in her hair was tamed, streaked with a silver I didn't recognize, a mark of the trauma she’d endured.I remembered it all. The biting cold of the ice. The crushing weight of the snow. The faces of my dead guards. I had been sent on a diplomatic mission that turned into an ambush. I was left for dead, my own powers frozen and useless, until two figures appeared from the sky. A magnificent silver