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That night at dinner, Avery took a deep breath. This was the moment. She was going to tell her whole family about Wings Academy. The mac’n’cheese in her stomach churned with nervousness. 

“Mom, Dad, Ryan,” she hesitated. “I have something I need to tell you.”

“What’s up?” Avery’s dad asked, taking another bite of mac’n’cheese.

“Today after finals, a few other kids and I got called to the principal's office to talk to us about our scores,” she glanced at Ryan. “I got into Wings Academy.”

Mr. Clay choked on his food, and Avery nudged his cup of water closer to him. Mrs. Clay was in shocked silence, her fork poised halfway to her mouth. When Avery looked at her brother sitting on her left, she was surprised by his expression.

He didn’t seem surprised, just slightly amused. The corners of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile at his parents’ reactions. 

After everyone had recovered from the astonishing news, Avery’s dad asked, “How? How have you already been accepted? It’s only the end of the first semester!”

All eyes stared curiously at Avery. “It’s kind of weird … but basically they tested us early. Well, not all of us. Just Fiona Brinson, Camilla Billingsley, and me.”

“And all three of you passed?” Mrs. Clay asked.

“Yes,” Avery responded. 

There was silence for a minute before Ryan asked, “When do you transfer?”

“Next semester,” Avery said, her nervosity increasing. “I should be getting my packing list and stuff soon.”

The room was silent while everyone digested the news. Had a pin dropped at that moment, it would have sounded like a thunderclap. It was Mr. Clay that broke the dead silence.

He cleared his throat. “Well, this is surprising,” he paused. Then a proud smile spread across his lips. “But it’s also amazing news!” 

“I’m so proud of you, honey!” Mrs. Clay said, her eyes twinkling with love. 

“Me too,” Ryan chimed in.

Avery was grinning. “Thank you guys so much!”

“This is going to be an exciting year,” Ryan said, looking at his sister with a knowing smile.

~ Chapter Two ~

Avery climbed into the back of her mom’s blue car and closed the door. 

“How was school?” her mom asked as she always did. It didn’t annoy Avery the way a repeated question like that may annoy other teenagers. She liked that her mom cared, and it didn’t feel like she was just saying it because it was routine. Her mom began to drive.

“Actually, it was kinda weird,” Avery confessed. 

“How so?” Mrs. Clay asked, looking at Avery in the rearview mirror.

“I think I’ll wait until the whole family is together to explain it all. That way I’ll only have to tell the story once,” she said.

“Ok,” her mom replied after a moment. Then she asked, “Today was Finals for this first semester, right?”

“It was!” Avery said. She told her mom about how everything went fairly smoothly, besides students not staying calm while the teacher reviewed their grades. After she was finished she asked, “Ryan home from Wings Academy, right? For winter break?”

“Mhm, he is. We’re going to make his favorite for dinner, too. Tuna and mac,” Mrs. Clay said. 

Avery smiled. Tuna mixed with Kraft mac’n’cheese was definitely her older brother’s favorite. Avery remembered this one time when Ryan was probably about seven and he ate three bowls of mac’n’cheese. He would’ve eaten a fourth if there had been more, but there wasn’t and six-year-old Avery didn’t want to give her’s up. Apparently he had skipped snack between lunch and dinner on purpose so he could be extra hungry. 

Avery also loved mac’n’cheese, though she couldn’t understand why Ryan liked mixing tuna into it. It ruined the texture! On its own, mac’n’cheese was creamy and warm. But when you added room-temperature tuna, it just was not right. 

 “I feel like I haven’t seen Ryan in forever,” Avery remarked. “When was the last time he came home? Thanksgiving?”

“Yep,” Avery’s mom said. “Which, if I recall correctly, was only three weeks ago.”

“Mom,” Avery said.

“What?” Mrs. Clay said.

“Did you hear yourself?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” her mom asked, twisting back to look at Avery for a moment before turning back to the road.

“You said ‘only’. Like as if three weeks isn’t a long time to not see your son,” Avery said teasingly.

Her mom rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“Do I?” Avery said challengingly.

Mrs. Clay laughed and shook her head. By now they had turned onto their street. After a few seconds, they came to their house.

The Clays’ house was average in size; single-story, three bedrooms, three bathrooms, a small yard. The pillars on each side of the garage and by the porch were inlaid with rectangle blue stones in an irregular pattern that gave the house a sort of natural feel. The front yard was small and had a single willow set off on the left side. The beautiful tree was surrounded by tall grass that had purple and blue wildflowers scattered throughout it. The walkway was made of large, round gray stones with bright green moss filling in the gaps. 

Mrs. Clay pulled into the driveway and turned the car off. They both climbed out and each grabbed their bags; Mrs. Clay her red purse, and Avery her dark green backpack. Avery watched as her mother’s purse moved to her hand without her touching it. Mrs. Clay was a Moonblazer, meaning she could manipulate energy relating to moonlight. This ability also gave her telekinesis. 

As the two of them walked up towards the front door the sweet scent of the wildflowers filled their lungs. Avery took a deep breath, and as she let it out she realized that soon she wouldn’t be coming home every day after school. She would be at Wings Academy, the most prestigious high school in the land. The school that everyone wanted to get into. In the principal's office, she hadn’t thought about what it would be like to not come home every day. Of course, they had talked about packing, but now it was all starting to truly sink in.

Mrs. Clay pulled her keys out and unlocked the front door. She pushed the door open and stepped inside, Avery close behind. Avery closed the front door, and when she turned she saw Ryan standing a few feet away.

“Ryan!” she exclaimed, and embraced him. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“I’ve missed you too,” he said shyly, his hands in his pockets. Ryan was the type of boy who was reserved and didn’t talk much, so Avery wasn’t surprised by his demeanor. 

“You’ve grown so much since summer!” Avery commented.

Ryan shrugged, but it was true. When Ryan had first left for Wings Academy, Avery and he had been nearly the same height. Ryan had only been half an inch taller. But now he was a clear inch taller than Avery, if not an inch and a half. Of course, Avery had seen Ryan on multiple occasions since last summer, but for some reason the change felt especially noticeable this time. 

Besides his height, not much had changed about him. He still had the same wavy red hair, which was combed back neatly, and the same shy smile he had worn since he was little.

“So how’s school been?” Ryan asked.

“Fine. Today was finals for the first semester, which ended a bit differently than I’d anticipated,” she finished. When Ryan looked at her confusedly she said, “I’ll explain at dinner.”

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Avery tapped her pencil against her desk. Tap. Tap tap tap. Tap. She stretched her dark, purple-magenta wings and turned around to glance at the clock. 17 minutes left. She sighed, and began to twirl a strand of her thick red hair. 

Avery was used to being the first one done with her tests, but today it felt like time was crawling at a snail’s pace. Which was a bit silly, Avery reflected, considering it wasn’t like she was anxious to get her exam results. Avery was a straight-A student, and she always did well on tests. Always. 8th-grade semester one finals would be no different.

Finally the teacher, who was sitting at a sturdy mahogany desk at the front of the room, called for the students to take their tablets up to the front of the room for final grading. There was a rustle as students got up from their wooden stools and walked toward the front of the classroom. Avery set her tablet down on the growing pile of electronics and headed back to her desk. Everyone seemed to be in a rush to sit back down, and Avery held her wings close to her back in an attempt to not get tangled in another student’s wings. At last, everyone returned to their seats. 

“Now, you all be good students while I go evaluate your test scores,” the teacher said in a commanding voice. Mrs. Crest was a tall woman about 34 years old with long blond hair pulled back into a ponytail, and deep brown wings that had a reddish hue to them. “That means behave,” she added, narrowing her bright blue eyes at a pair of boys who were known to be mischievous. Then she opened her office door, and went inside.

Within an instant, the room descended into chaos. Students rushed over to friends’ desks to chat about things from the latest gossip, to what answers they got on the test. Paper airplanes were flying above. With a chuckle, Avery realized that if the ceiling were any higher they’d be jumping off desks and flying around. 

After about 15 minutes, Mrs. Crest finally came back in. There was an even louder ruckus as students clambered back to their stools. Avery ran her hands through her hair with impatience.

“Congratulations students, most of you did very well,” Mrs. Crest said. Avery heard a few students sigh with relief. Thinking the teacher was done, Avery began to get up. “There are a few of you I would like to talk to after class. Avery Clay, Camilla Billingsley, and Fiona Brinson, please meet the principal and me in his office in 30 minutes.” Avery slammed back into her chair and the color drained from her face. What had she done wrong? She couldn’t have failed her finals, right? She didn’t hear Mrs. Crest’s dismissal. In a confused haze, she walked mechanically out the door and into the halfway.

***

30 minutes later, Avery sat in the soft chair in the principal’s office. Avery had never been inside the principal’s office before. It wasn’t a large room. There was a mahogany desk like the ones the teachers sat at in the classrooms, and behind that there was a small window with white curtains that let light in. 

In front of the desk there were three stools, the rightmost being where Avery sat now. In the middle was Fiona Brinson, and on the far left sat Camilla Billingsley. Fiona had light blond hair cut in an A-line bob, and was wearing a simple purple T-shirt and medium-wash jeans. Her wings were a deep yellow-gold that complimented her hair nicely. Avery didn’t know much about her. All she knew was that she sat a row behind and a few desks to the left of Avery in class. 

Camilla she knew even less about; she was known to be quiet and to always sit in the back of the room, unlike Avery who always chose the front row so they had never conversed. She had long, dark hair and medium-toned skin, and her wings were a very dark green that flashed teal and blue when the light them at the right angle. She wore plain skinny jeans with a plain white tank top to match and a jean jacket. An extra stool had been pulled up next to the principal’s behind the desk for Mrs. Crest. 

Several moments passed in silence. Finally, Fiona blurted out, “Just tell us how badly we scored.” Her despairing face was a reflection of both Avery’s and Camilla’s.

Mrs. Crest laughed. “Badly? Why, you three are here for quite the opposite reason!” She paused. “The principal and I have been watching you three for a while. We planted extra questions at the end of your tests, and all three of you answered them correctly.”

All three girls’ brows twisted in confusion. “Why?” Camilla asked. 

“What do you mean ‘why’?” Mrs. Crest replied.

“I mean why did you plant those questions at the end of our tests? And why is it important that we answered them correctly?” Camilla pressed.

“Because those questions were a test to see if you qualify to transfer to Wings Academy next semester,” Mrs. Crest answered. All three students drew in a sharp breath. Wings Academy was the most prestigious dragonfolk high school and it was extremely difficult to get in, mostly because students’ evaluations weren’t based on their test grades. Avery was sure of this because her older brother, Ryan, had gotten in last year and Avery knew for a fact that they did not pick him for the letter written on his final report card. 

Typically during 8th grade finals of the second semester all the teachers observed each student very closely, comparing them to some mysterious rubric. Their system was so intricate and unlike any other that no one, in the whole history of the dragonfolk, had been able to unravel and cheat it. So why had Fiona Brinson, Camilla Billingsley, and her been tested if that’s not how it worked? And better yet, why at the end of the first semester and not the last? 

A million other questions swam in Avery’s head, but she decided to only voice the second one. “Why did you test us now and not next semester?” 

Before either the principal or Mrs. Crest could respond though, Fiona interrupted. “There’s no way this is right. You’re pranking us, aren’t you? Wow, I thought as adults you would be past teasing children about Wings Academy, but apparently I was wrong.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head. 

“Miss Brinson!” Principal Banks exclaimed. “This is not a joke! Wings Academy is an amazing opportunity that is to be taken seriously! We do not prank students with it,” he said sternly. 

“Now now, Principal Banks,” Mrs. Crest said, her voice calm as a rippleless lake. “Miss Brinson is just surprised, that’s all. After all, this is the first time this has ever happened, and she has reason to think this is all a hoax.” She looked at the three of us. “However, it is not. You really have all been accepted to Wings Academy, and you will finish the year there with the 9th graders. You will essentially be skipping the second semester of 8th grade,” she finished. 

Silence followed. Then Camilla spoke. “I want to see the acceptance certificates,” she said.

“Very well,” Principal Banks said, opening a drawer in his desk. He pulled out three blue folders with their names written on them and passed them to Camilla. 

She gently slipped the certificates out. Imprinted in golden wax on the smooth paper was the school’s official seal. At the top the seal read “Wings Academy High School”. Below that there was an open book with dragon wings behind it. And below that was the school’s slogan: “Knowledge is your wings to the future”. 

She studied the seal intently for what felt like a great deal of time before she finally turned towards Fiona and Avery. “They’re real,” she said. “See these little words etched into the border?” She pointed at the edge of the seal. “And these swirls in the background?” She pointed again. “A forgery wouldn’t have them. This is indeed the real thing.” She handed the certificates back to the principal.

Indeed the real thing–the words echoed in Avery’s head. She, Avery Clay, has indeed been accepted to Wings Academy–and a semester early, too! It all felt strangely surreal. She had been dreaming of this day since preschool, and to think that it had truly come seemed impossible. Avery wondered if it was like this for everyone who got in, or if the unexpectedness of her acceptance was the cause for it. Surely she wasn’t the only one who felt like she must be in a dream?

After a moment Fiona spoke, bringing Avery out of her reverie. “How’d you know to look for those things on the seal?” she asked. 

Camilla shrugged casually. “I read a lot of murder mysteries.”

“How does that–,” Fiona began, but she was cut off by Mrs. Crest.

“Over winter break you will receive a package with everything you will need for school. This includes your dorm room information, campus maps, school crest, and packing list, to name a few things. You will be expected to pack only the things on the packing list, and not more. If every student brought all of their things, dorms would be a mess, and we can’t have that!” Mrs. Crest finished.

“So that’s really it?” Avery asked.

“What do you mean ‘really it’?” Mrs. Crest asked.

“I mean, we go home, tell our parents that we got accepted to Wings Academy a semester early, and start packing? It’s as easy as that?” Avery clarified. 

“Yes,” Mrs. Crest answered.

The three students exchanged amazed glances. Even though they had studied the certificates and discussed it immensely, it still felt unreal. 

Principal Banks dismissed them soon after, telling them to get a good night’s rest before they began packing. And so Avery found herself in the hallway with two girls she didn’t know having just received the most unexpected news she ever had in her 13 years alive.

“Did that just happen?” Avery asked hesitantly. Fiona, who was shocked into silence, did not answer. 

Camilla muttered something that sounded like, “Apparently,” but Avery wasn’t quite sure, so she didn’t say anything. 

They walked in silence towards the student pick-up center for a while before anyone finally spoke again. 

They were almost to the double doors leading outside when suddenly Fiona said, “Maybe we should get each other’s phone numbers. So we can stick together.” She paused. “I mean, won’t it be easier to transfer if we have each other?” she asked. 

Avery and Camilla exchanged a glance, and shrugged. “I guess so,” Avery said. 

“Cool,” Fiona replied. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and opened her contact list. “So what’re your numbers?”

Avery and Camilla told her, and they all added each other to their contacts. “I’ll make us a group chat. That way we can all talk together,” Camilla said, pushing a few buttons on her sparkly red phone. 

Once that was done, they told each other goodbye and pushed open the dark double doors.

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 this is my friends

~ Prologue ~

Cyfrin Starblast trudged swiftly through the rain, tugging his cloak closer around him. He kept his head low as he approached the Academy gates. Briskly brushing rain from his coat, he opened the heavy wooden doors and stepped inside. He strode quietly down a long hallway until he reached the principal’s office. Adjusting his hood, he opened the door and entered the room.

Upon entry four fellow cloaked figures turned their heads. 

“Cyfrin,” a female voice hissed from behind the expensive desk in the center of the room. “You’re late.” She clicked her tongue disapprovingly. 

“There was a slight complication on my mission,” Cyfrin replied, his voice deep.

In the dark room, he could see her raise an eyebrow questioningly. “You weren’t seen, were you?” Her voice was cold and questioning.

“No.”

She looked him over. “Good.” Her gaze lingered before she turned toward the other figures in the room. “Let’s begin, shall we?” She motioned for everyone to take a seat in the shadowy office. 

Once everyone was comfortable, she sat down as well and removed her cloak, revealing her face and dragon-like wings. She had long, brown hair that fell around her shoulders and thin lips drawn back in a line. Her wings were a dark yellow-brown color, and she stretched them after the confinement of her cloak. Everybody else kept their hoods up.

“So?” she asked sharply, her eyes on Cyfrin. “Is she what we think she is?” 

“It appears she may just be. Of course, she has no idea. Nor does it appear that her parents do,” Cyfrin answered.

“How long do you think until she blazes?” the woman asked.

Cyfrin thought for a moment. “I’d say about three months, give or take. I don’t think she’s experienced any symptoms yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they started soon. I’ve noticed … a change in her,” he finished thoughtfully.

The leader considered the information for a moment before replying. “I want her advanced to Wings Academy early.” She looked at one of the cloaked figures. “Can you do that?”

“Of course. I will arrange it immediately,” the figure replied.

“Won’t it seem a bit strange though, advancing just one student early?” Cyfrin cut in.

The woman turned a piercing gaze upon him. Her expression gentled a little as she said, “You do have a point.” She turned back towards the cloaked figure. “I want you to select two other students to be advanced with her. Choose whoever you think would be best. But no one that will create a spectacle. Do you understand?”

The figure bowed their head and said, “Certainly.”

The woman nodded, satisfied. “This child is our history and our future. The dragonfolk world will never be the same once she rises.”

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he died

i cant get my nine lifes cuz liontail wount die

i said i want my suffk to bes yes i meant yes i would like to 

i think firestar akkat is a ending 

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i dont know how i did it but i have a pet butterfly

just doghe it for a relly long time 

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