Author's Academy

It is a beautiful, sunny morning in front of Authors' Academy. The island located between Pyrrhia and Pantala is always calm and peaceful, and today is no exception. The waves lap at this crystalline sand; birds chirp in the rainforest beyond the magnificent building. It is a normal day at Haven Island.

Except for the dragonets arriving.

The first one to appear is a small Sand/Leaf hybrid. Mesquite. Landing gently on a rock embedded in the sand, she glanced around nervously. It was clear that she was anxious about the upcoming school year.

Suddenly, the door is flung open by an elderly, graceful hybrid. She has features from every tribe, and carries herself with a regal air. A pair of golden spectacles rest on the end of her snout. Despite her age, Mesquite got the feeling that this is not someone to mess with.

"Hello," the older dragon says. "I'm Flora, and I'll be your principal this school year."

Mesquite waved a tentative hello. "What... what will we be doing here?" she asked shyly. "The letter just said I got accepted into a prestigious school."

Flora's smile brightened. "Why, writing, of course. All sorts of writing. Stories and fanfictions and poetry and - well, anything, really."

Mesquite's eyes stretched wide in wonder. "Really?"

"Oh, yes," Flora answered, spreading her wing toward the school behind her. "Welcome, my dear, to Authors' Academy."

"Author's Academy." Mesquite said wonderingly. Flora smiled.

"Yes of course." She suddenly spots a icy blue dragon pacing the length of the school. "Chinook, would you please show our new student around?" Chinook smiled sideways at Mesquite.

"Sure." Her voice is soft, but powerful. "Come." The word was so simple, and yet so commanding, Mesquite felt herself following. Chinook smiles again as they pass a huge library.

"Wow." Mesquite said softly. The library was huge and shiny, with polished wood everywhere, and bookshelves full with books. Mesquite sighed in spite of herself.

"Pretty, isn't it?" Chinook grinned again.

"Yeah." Chinook tugged her along. They suddenly heard yelling coming from up ahead. "Oh no." Chinook muttered. Mesquite titled her head. What was going on?

"NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" A voice bellowed. Mesquite peeked into the nearby classroom, and spotted a blueish-yellow dragon lashing his barbed tail. Another dragon was frowning at him, this one a NightWing. The NightWing pressed her wings against her sides.

"I'm sorry, Snowdust, but that's not how you write a haiku." The yellowish dragon, Snowdust, frowned.

"Just because you get an 'A' in our poetry class doesn't mean your perfect." The NightWing shook her head.

"I didn't think it was." Mesquite wondered if she was the only one who heard a bit of amusement in the NightWing's voice. The NightWing was jet-black, with an opal necklace hanging around her neck.

"AHEM!" Chinook cleared her throat significantly. Snowdust whipped towards her. Snowdust's unfriendly eyes traveled over Mesquite and she got the feeling Snowdust now knew more about Mesquite than Mesquite did herself.