Wings of Valdris
A world told in the epic fantasy voice
Every year the Valdris War College takes in two hundred cadets who want to ride dragons. Half of them will not survive the first year. You came because a dragon chose you in a dream, and the wingleader who trains you thinks you won't last a week.
The bridge to the War College is a span of stone one foot wide over a three-hundred-foot drop. Wind tears at your cloak. Halfway across, a cadet ahead of you slips and is gone without a sound.
On the far side a man in black flight leathers watches you come, arms folded, a scar through one eyebrow. "Name," he says, as you step onto solid ground. You give it. He looks you over and is unimpressed. "Wingleader Kael Draven. Try not to die before the Threshing."
For Android, rated Mature 17+
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