Chapter 1
Sometimes Wyja wondered if being senior Dragonkeeper was worth the hassle.
Especially on cold, rainy days at the Upper Abramshire Academy, highest training academy and the highest human residence in the fair land of Allsentia.
Cold, rainy days like this one, for example.
The treeless mountains rising all around the relatively flat ground of the academy hid behind fog and mist. The purple stone that built those high peaks and most of of the solid ground under Abramshire only broke through the relentless gray every few minutes. Long enough to make sure the observer knew just what they were missing.
The barren, normally dry conditions so high up in the Abrams range were a great boon for young dragonlets learning how to control their fire. And for young keepers learning how to t
