I Only Tame Dragons

The kingdom was a haven for mages, known for its unparalleled focus on magic and ruled by Queen Peremedis, an enigmatic and powerful mage whose influence shaped the kingdom into a hub of arcane excellence.

At the heart of the kingdom was the Mage Tower, a colossal structure that pierced the heavens like an obsidian spear.

The tower\'s upper floors were reserved for the most gifted students, and on the highest level, Trisha — a young prodigy — stood in the center of a grand, circular chamber.

The walls were adorned with ancient glyphs and floating orbs of light, softly humming with energy. Trisha\'s eyes glowed faintly as she absorbed the complex spellwork being taught to her.

Around her, the air crackled with magic as her instructors, some of the most esteemed mages in the kingdom, guided her through intricate spell formations.

Their voices, calm and authoritative, echoed through the chamber as glowing runes floated in the air, forming the foundation of the incantations they were teaching.

Trisha\'s focus was unyielding. With a wave of her hand, she summoned a vortex of starlight that swirled around her like a celestial ribbon.

The other recruits, scattered along the edges of the chamber, couldn\'t help but glance at her in envy. While they struggled to master even the simplest spells, Trisha\'s command over the arcane seemed effortless.

"Look at her," one of the recruits whispered, her tone a mixture of awe and resentment. "She doesn\'t even break a sweat."

"She\'s the queen\'s favorite," another sneered, crossing his arms as he watched Trisha channel a burst of lightning from her fingertips, the energy dissipating before it reached the floor. "No wonder the instructors are all over her."

"I heard she\'s been betrothed to Cedrick," one of the recruits whispered, her voice laced with frustration.

"What? Our great Warlock?" another recruit gasped in disbelief. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah. Apparently, the Queen arranged it to make sure she stays here in the Kingdom," the first recruit replied, bitterness seeping into her words.

"Damn it. I hate her even more now. Cedrick was supposed to be for everyone!" a third recruit chimed in, his fists clenched in silent anger.

Cedrick, the legendary warlock who dominated the magic category in the last Eternian competitions, was sought after by every mage in the land.

His power was unrivaled, and his reputation had spread across all of Eternia. To be his partner was to be bound to greatness.

"With Trisha\'s talent, she\'s definitely going to dominate the rankings this year," one recruit muttered, glaring at her from the shadows. "She\'s a Rank-S sorceress. The moment her stats hit triple digits, she\'s got a 100% chance to evolve into something even more powerful."

"Some humans are just born luckier than the rest of us," another recruit growled, his envy palpable. "Why can\'t I be an S-Rank? If I was, my whole fate could have been different."

The murmurs grew more hostile, but none of them could deny the truth. Trisha wasn\'t just talented — she was destined for greatness.

And while they toiled in her shadow, she soared far above them, her future intertwined with power, prestige, and the Warlock himself.

Despite their whispered gossip, there was no denying Trisha\'s talent. Every gesture she made was precise, every word of her incantations flawless.

The magic she wielded flowed through her like an extension of her own being, and it was clear to everyone in the room — whether they admitted it or not — that she was special.

One of the instructors, a stern-faced mage named Kharim, stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized Trisha\'s latest spellwork. "Again," he ordered, his voice sharp and demanding.

Without hesitation, Trisha raised her hand, and this time, a spiral of blue flames erupted from her palm, hovering in the air like a miniature sun.

She held it there, perfectly still, as sweat beaded on her brow. The other recruits watched in stunned silence, their jealousy momentarily forgotten as they witnessed the sheer control and power she wielded.

The flames flickered for a moment, then dissipated, leaving the room in a heavy silence. Kharim nodded, a rare look of approval crossing his face.

"Impressive," he said, turning away. "You\'re progressing faster than expected."

The other recruits exchanged bitter glances. Trisha was advancing at a rate they could only dream of, and no matter how hard they tried, it seemed she was always one step ahead.

"She gets all the attention," one recruit muttered under his breath. "What\'s the point of even trying?"

But Trisha didn\'t seem to notice the murmurs of discontent around her. Her gaze was fixed on the glowing runes still hanging in the air, her mind already focused on the next challenge. For her, this was just the beginning.

The Kingdom of Stars was hers to claim, and with each spell she mastered, Trisha inched closer to become powerful so that she didn\'t have to rely on anyone to protect her.

A lot had changed over the past year. Trisha wasn\'t the timid girl from the ARK anymore, the one who constantly needed protection. She had grown stronger, sharper, more powerful. Her transformation had been nothing short of extraordinary.

For a brief moment, Cloud\'s face flashed in her mind, but she quickly shook it off. There was no time to think of him now. Their paths had diverged. She was destined for greatness, while he was fated to fade into obscurity, unevolved and forgotten.

His future was sealed, and she refused to let herself be dragged down by dead weight. She couldn\'t afford it. Not with the great future that awaited her.

"Alright, take a break," one of the instructors called out. "We\'ll resume in thirty minutes."

Trisha nodded and sank into one of the chairs, her eyes drifting toward the shimmering screen displaying her stats. The numbers had risen so much in such a short time, a testament to her relentless drive.

|| T R I S H A ||

Race: Human

Class: Sorcerer Rank-S

HP: 4 000

MP: 2 000

STR: 10

INT: 80

CONS: 30

DEX: 20

CHA: 50

LCK: 40

|| E N D ||

Satisfied with her progress, Trisha was about to reach for one of the ancient tomes resting on the shelf when a flash of red light suddenly flooded the room, casting eerie shadows across the stone walls.

"What? What is that?" a voice trembled from the corner.

"What just happened?"

Panic spread through the tower as the students murmured in confusion, their eyes drawn to the windows.

Trisha, too, stepped toward the glass and gasped along with the others. Hanging ominously in the sky were the twin moons, now bathed in crimson.

"The Red Moon!" one of the professors shouted, their voice sharp with urgency. "Everyone, quickly! Get down to the underground chambers! Hurry!"

While the rest scrambled, Trisha stood in awe, captivated by the sight.

The crimson light of the Red Moon glowed fiercely, illuminating the sky like a bloodstained omen. She could hear it — roars, distant but powerful, echoing through the air.

Dragons.

Their colossal forms began to descend, their presence heralding chaos and destruction.

For a moment, Trisha\'s heart raced with fear. At her current level, she couldn\'t even dream of standing against such monsters.

Not yet.

But one day . . . one day soon, she would be among the legends, a name etched into history as one of the mighty dragon slayers who had felled a beast from Drakha.

The professor\'s desperate shouts finally pulled her back to reality. With one last look at the Red Moon, glowing like an ancient prophecy in the sky, Trisha turned and joined the others, fleeing the tower and heading for safety.