Chapter 8 - The Breaking of the Plaza
Dawn broke over the mountains, painting the stone towers of Highcrest Academy in shades of orange and gold.
It was the morning of the fifth day. By order of the council, the entire student body, faculty, and visiting nobles had gathered in the central grand amphitheater for the official conclusion of the trial.
Chancellor Reev stood at the elevated podium, wearing his official gold-trimmed robes. His expression was calm, composed, and carefully rehearsed.
"Regrettably," Reev announced, his voice amplified by magical speakers, "the stable hand Winn has fled with the rogue beast into the night, confirming our suspicions of her corruption and the animal's irredeemable danger. Therefore, by authority of the High Council, I declare the beast condemned to death on sight—"
A shadow fell over the sun.
A sound like cracking thunder ripped through the air as Kestrel dove out of the clouds, his wings folded tight against his body, dropping straight toward the center of the amphitheater at terrifying speed.
The crowd screamed, scattering in panic.
At the very last second, Kestrel snapped his wings open, creating a massive backdraft of air that blew away banners, overturned wooden benches, and knocked Reev’s guards off their feet.
The giant red dragon slammed onto the stone dais, smashing the Chancellor’s podium into splinters. Sitting high on his neck, holding simple rope reins, was Winn — dirt-streaked, eyes blazing, completely unharmed.
The entire amphitheater fell into dead silence.
Winn looked down at the shocked crowd of five hundred cadets and instructors.
"The dragon didn't flee!" Winn shouted, her voice ringing clear across the arena. "And he isn't wild! He was protecting this academy from the real monster sitting in the Chancellor's chair!"
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"Treason!" Reev shrieked, scrambling up from the ground, his polished robes covered in dust. "Guards! Execute her! She has lost her mind!"
"Touch her and you answer to the High Council!" Deputy Commandant Kalen yelled, stepping onto the arena floor followed by a dozen loyal senior guards, swords drawn. "Let the girl speak!"
