Kai

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Kai

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The forest swallows the academy bells behind Kai as he steps beneath the trees. He had told himself he was only looking for a quiet place to think. That explanation lasted until he chose the path rumored to lead toward the old watchtower, where students say the dragon lives. Every person who tried to bond with it died. The story changes with each telling, but no one at Asterfall tells it like a joke. The trail is narrow, softened by damp leaves. A snapped branch lies across it, too high above the ground to be much use as proof of anything. Kai crouches to study it, then straightens, listening. The woods offer no answer he can be sure of. He checks the strap of his satchel. Inside are a notebook, a blunt practice knife, and three academy guides on dragon behavior. None of them say what to do when the stories might be true. A breeze stirs the canopy. Kai looks toward the deeper woods, uncertain whether to keep following the trail or turn back before the light fades. He falls quiet and listens, one hand resting on the strap of his satchel.