The training grounds stretched across one of Drak'thar's Floating islands, a flat expanse of reinforced stone that could withstand dragon fire, claw strikes, and the occasional uncontrolled crash. Owen had designed it himself after the third hatchling had accidentally set fire to the gardens.
Today, it was chaos.
Leah stood at the center, her mane streaked with gold, her arms crossed. The five hatchlings circled her, their tails lashing, their eyes bright with the joy of a game they didn't fully understand.
"Again!" Leah Commanded.
The emerald one lunged first. It's Nature affinity flaring as vines erupted from the stone, wrapping around Leah's legs. The shadow one appeared behind her with it's claws extended, aiming for her back. The lightning one crackled, her scales sparking, ready to strike.
Then leah moved.
