*THEY/THEM* *Book 1 of 2* Every year, swaths of 20-year-olds descend upon a college campus. Unfortunately, this college specializes in war, in consideration of the one raging at its borders. Outposts and enemies line the eastern mountains, guarded by many from the army, but most notably, the Dragon Riders. (Y/N) never planned to be one. They watched their grandfather descend into mad ramblings from his battles, then fell to the whims of a power-hungry colonel who would do anything to hurt them. The quadrant destroyed the good and empowered the bad, and they wanted no part of it. Unfortunately for (Y/N), Basgiath had no plans to let them off so easily. When they stepped onto the bridge leading to the Riders Quadrant, they had no intentions of making it across. The quadrant only accepted volunteers, and they were ready to give their life. Not to fight, but to their mother.

Conscription day is the worst. Especially if you're a Riorson. ~~~~~~~~~ "Anyone else feel like changing their mind?" Xaden shouts, casting his gaze out over the remaining cadets. "No? Excellent. Roughly half of you will be dead by this time next summer. A third of you again the year after that. And the same your last year." He briefly catches my gaze before moving on. "No one cares who your mommy or daddy is here." Unless your mommy or daddy sided with my father, then everyone cares. "Even King Tauri's second son died during his Threshing. So tell me again: Do you feel invincible now that you've made it into the Riders Quadrant? Untouchable? Elite?" This time no one cheers. "Because you're not untouchable or special to them." Xaden points a finger at the navy-blue dragon behind him and leans forward slightly, and says, deadly calm, "To them, you're just the prey." I swallow the lump in my throat. He's trying to scare us, they all are, so the dragons know who to pick off. But I will not let any of them win. I may not have had a choice in coming to the Riders Quadrant, but now that I'm here, the only way I'm leaving is on the back of a dragon.

-Yes, love. You're my mate, my partner, the one to whom the stars drew a path for me to follow in my Sleep.- -------------------------------------------- -Aifos has been dancing with death for many years. A day will come when their steps will be their last.- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "We are Shur'tugals, perhaps war is part of us." [...] "They won't fall like we did." Or: what if Galbatorix's dragon (OC) and his new rider fly up to Navarre, and our golden bean Andarna has a brother. (All rights belong to Rebecca Yarros and Christopher Paolini; I only own my original characters)

*SHE/HER* *Book 1 of 2* Every year, swaths of 20-year-olds descend upon a college campus. Unfortunately, this college specializes in war, in consideration of the one raging at its borders. Outposts and enemies line the eastern mountains, guarded by many from the army, but most notably, the Dragon Riders. (Y/N) never planned to be one. She watched her grandfather descend into mad ramblings from his battles, then fell to the whims of a power-hungry colonel who would do anything to hurt her. The quadrant destroyed the good and empowered the bad, and she wanted no part of it. Unfortunately for (Y/N), Basgiath had no plans to let her off so easily. When she stepped onto the bridge leading to the Riders Quadrant, she had no intentions of making it across. The quadrant only accepted volunteers, and she was ready to give her life. Not to fight, but to her mother.

Sometimes when we find out a secret that has been kept from us for so long, it's not the secrecy that kills us, but what is actually unveiled. ||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Xaden Riorson x Oc, Liam Mairi x Oc, Oc x Oc, Ridoc Gamlyn x Oc, Sawyer Henrick x Oc ||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Story Written By: GhostWriterMia ||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Fanfic rights belong to me Fourth Wing, Iron Flame, and Onyx Storm belong to Rebecca Yarros ||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Set to MATURE for language, sexual jokes, mentions of trauma, ptsd, past abuse, war, fighting, blood, gore, mature topics. If these trigger you, please leave or read at your own discretion <3

'I'm the sweetest girl in town, so why are you so mean?' Little bubbly Saskia Barlowe would follow her twin brother to the ends of the earth even if that includes entering Basgiath War College where death were as common as saying 'hello'. Saskia only wanted to remain by her brother's side but what happens when her section leader catches her eye? She had never felt such attraction to anyone before him yet he didn't even bat an eye to her. Garrick Tavis a brooding, duty-orientated, and rather brutal third-year with a body sculpted to perfection by Gods. Romance was out of the question for him, when he needed an outlet- he'd simply find a one-night stand but things all change when a certain first-year approaches him with such innocence and a warm smile that cracked his serious exterior and ruined him for anyone else. "I didn't expect you to defend me." "Neither did I." Garrick Tavis x Original Character Fourth Wing written by Rebecca Yarros Disclaimer: I do NOT own Fourth Wing or its characters!!!

**AN XREADER VERSION IS AVAILABLE ON MY ACCOUNT. SEE FIRST PART FOR MORE DETAILS** *Book 1 of 2* Every year, swaths of 20-year-olds descend upon a college campus. Unfortunately, this college specializes in war, in consideration of the one raging at its borders. Outposts and enemies line the eastern mountains, guarded by many from the army, but most notably, the Dragon Riders. Zilphyer never planned to be one. She watched her grandfather descend into mad ramblings from his battles, then fell to the whims of a power-hungry colonel who would do anything to hurt her. The quadrant destroyed the good and empowered the bad, and she wanted no part of it. Unfortunately for Zilphyer, Basgiath had no plans to let her off so easily. When she stepped onto the bridge leading to the Riders Quadrant, she had no intentions of making it across. The quadrant only accepted volunteers, and she was ready to give her life. Not to fight, but to her mother.

*HE/HIM* *Book 1 of 2* Every year, swaths of 20-year-olds descend upon a college campus. Unfortunately, this college specializes in war, in consideration of the one raging at its borders. Outposts and enemies line the eastern mountains, guarded by many from the army, but most notably, the Dragon Riders. (Y/N) never planned to be one. He watched his grandfather descend into mad ramblings from his battles, then fell to the whims of a power-hungry colonel who would do anything to hurt him. The quadrant destroyed the good and empowered the bad, and he wanted no part of it. Unfortunately for (Y/N), Basgiath had no plans to let him off so easily. When he stepped onto the bridge leading to the Riders Quadrant, he had no intentions of making it across. The quadrant only accepted volunteers, and he was ready to give his life. Not to fight, but to his mother.

*A Fourth Wing FanFiction* River Melgren, a 20-year-old Women enrolled into Basgiath War College to follow in her fathers footsteps to become the best Soldiers Navarre has to offer: Dragon riders. But Basgiath isn't as simple as she thought it would be, no one easy life of team solitude just because of her name, facing hard decisions and feeling she didn't think possible and with what seems to be a squad of skilled clowns. And love, ironically not on the top of her list, seems to have a conflicting battle with her thoughts. Will it reason itself, or constrict and overtake every thought in her body?

Illena Draekar had no idea why she applied to be a dragon rider. She had her reasons, of course. But her reasons were a secret, and Illena was so full of them that she didn't know anymore what was a secret and what was just a fact. She had a plan, that was a fact. But the plan itself was a secret. The war was getting worse, that was a fact, and was also a fact that Illena was the one to blame for that. Which war? That was a secret. Why she was the one to blame? Also a secret. Why she had so many secrets and so many facts? Well, that's a secret. But I'll give you a fact: she thinks it's time to fight. And what better place to begin than Basgiath? The marked ones were there. The dragons were there, the professors, the weapons, the lies, the reasons, they were all there. The only thing she did not expect to be there was love. But love was for children, and Garrick surely wasn't one. Illena may have fallen in love with him, anyway. But that was a secret as well. And also a fact. (This is a Fourth Wing fanfiction, the characters and the story belongs to Rebecca Yarros, only the main character, Illena, is original)