The First Legendary Dragon Tamer

The dream began in silence.

Draco stood in a space so vast it felt infinite. There were no walls, no ceiling—only a sweeping expanse of emptiness broken by rivers of radiant orbs.

Balls of light drifted lazily through the void, glowing like fireflies spun from stars. Their movement pulsed with rhythm, as though the air itself was breathing.

And in the middle of it all lay the Dragon.

It was colossal—a true colossus!

Its sheer size defied comprehension: over a hundred times larger than Draco, a mountain of pale majesty sprawled across the floorless expanse. Its scales shimmered pure white, yet every edge gleamed with a golden luster, as though sunlight itself clung to its body.

Its five horns, arching proudly from its crown, glowed faintly at the tips.

The light traveled down the length of each horn, throbbing like the heartbeat of something divine. Two massive wings, furled and folded, rested against its back. Its tail curled behind it like a fallen tower, still and silent.

The Dragon did not move, yet Draco could not mistake it.

"…Lumina," he whispered.

The name rose unbidden, pulled from memory and instinct alike.

This was the Dragon he had met in the Cave of Trials. The one who had started all of this: the System, the Legendary Class, his path as the first Dragon Tamer.

—His first Dragon.

The moment his gaze landed on her, a powerful tide of emotion surged within him.

It was not fear. It was not even awe. It was… affection.

A warmth so deep and unshakable it startled him. He had tamed other Dragons already, and he felt connections to each of them—threads of loyalty, strength, necessity.

But this…

This was different.

His heart ached with yearning, as though a piece of him had been left behind inside her slumber.

"Lumina…" Draco's voice broke with an emotion he didn't fully understand. His legs carried him forward before his mind could resist. Each step echoed faintly in the endless chamber, his hand outstretched, trembling.

The closer he came, the stronger the pull became.

Like gravity, like destiny itself. He reached out toward the smooth white scales—

—And woke up.

********

"A–ahh…!"

Draco gasped, his eyes snapping open.

The ceiling of his dormitory replaced the starry void, wooden beams etched with faint protective runes staring down at him.

His hand was still stretched outward, fingers clutching only empty air.

"…Tch." He pulled it back slowly, sitting up on his cot.

The remnants of the dream clung to him like dew. The warmth of her presence, the brilliance of her scales—it all felt too real to dismiss.

"System…" He called with a thought.

The golden screen instantly flickered into view.

Among the tabs—System Window, Class Details, and others—he pulled up [Captured Dragons].

[Captured Dragons (9/9)]

<Lumina>

Rank: Unknown (Variant)

Status: Ally (Almost done Recovering)

Breath: Let There Be Light

<Preta>

Rank: 3 (Nightcrawler)

Status: Subordinate (Active)

Breath: Into The Shadows, Dark Fart

<Nyx>

Rank: 3 (Nightcrawler)

Status: Subordinate (Active)

Breath: Into The Shadows

<Aqua>

Rank: 3 (Aquarius Solaris)

Status: Subordinate (Active)

Breath: Water Threads

<Blue 1>

Rank: 2 (Aquarius Solaris)

Status: Subordinate (Active)

Breath: Splash

<Verdantia>

Rank: 3 (Verdant Wrym)

Status: Subordinate (Active, busy with children)

Breath: Verdant Breath Of Life

<Blue 2>

Rank: 2 (Aquarius Solaris)

Status: Subordinate (Active)

Breath: Splash

<Blue 3>

Rank: 2 (Aquarius Solaris)

Status: Subordinate (Active)

Breath: Splash

<Blue 4>

Rank: 2 (Aquarius Solaris)

Status: Subordinate (Active)

Breath: Splash

[Note: Captured Dragons can not be expelled without consent from both parties]

Draco's chest tightened. She was healing. Almost free.

"I'll soon be able to have my answers," Draco muttered.

A faint smile touched his lips, but it quickly faded as reality pressed in.

He swung his legs off the bed, flexing them experimentally. No pain. His wounds had healed.

His body felt whole again.

"Classes start today. I should get going." He sighed and rose, moving to the small desk where his Academy-issued uniform lay folded neatly.

Black and silver fabric with crimson trim, sturdy enough for sparring yet formal enough to bear the Academy's crest. He dressed quickly, adjusting the fit around his shoulders, then fastened the clasp of his cloak.

When he caught sight of his reflection in the polished steel mirror, he barely recognized himself.

Draco smirked faintly.

"Alright!"

***********

The Academy's corridors were nearly desolate.

Stone passageways lined with banners stretched endlessly, echoing with eerie silence that would cause anyone to shiver to their core. It almost felt like one was constantly watched with the bellows of wind that danced in the air.

Despite the immense space of the Academy, not even up to thirty students had been admitted into it. As such, it had a lot of vacant room.

Even for the students who were enrolled, there was very little excitement in their eyes.

Everywhere Draco looked, the energy was the same: anticipation mixed with tension. This was the Dragon Hunter Academy. Every student here had gone through the Cave of Trials and were fully aware of the horrors of Dragons.

They knew the dangers, so none of them took their admissions flippantly.

Draco arrived at his assigned classroom, a wide chamber with rows of tiered seats rising like an amphitheater. Sunlight streamed through tall arched windows, illuminating blackboards that remained bare.

At the front stood a long instructor's desk, already set with scrolls and vials of ink.

The room buzzed with silent discourse.

Students claimed seats, their hushed voices mingling into a constant hum. Some groups compared notes on the subjects they expected—Breath Control, Anatomy, Combat, etc. Others traded boasts, already measuring rivals.

Draco stepped inside, and silence rippled outward.

Heads turned almost immediately.

For a brief moment, the room's focus centered on him. Then came the greetings—firm nods, words of respect, even a few claps on the shoulder as he passed.

"Draco!" a girl with short brown hair called from one side. "Over here!"

"You did amazing in the exams," another boy said, eyes shining with admiration.

Draco acknowledged them with curt nods, offering nothing more.

He was never the social type anyway.

From the very beginning, he had already determined his purpose in this Academy.

He was here to win!

Still, the recognition mattered—it meant that, for now, he was seen.

He found his seat near the middle rows. From here, he had a clear view of both the board and the door. It was a strategic positioning since that would keep him in constant awareness of everything in the classroom.

It hadn't even been a minute after he entered when another student walked in.

Every student froze.

Jet Ashborne—the Prime Student—entered..

His dark hair caught the sunlight, his eyes smoldering with a quiet intensity. His posture was unshakable, exuding both strength and authority.

He carried himself like someone already used to being at the top. And by Academy regulation, every student in the room rose to their feet.

Chairs scraped against stone.

Draco stood with the rest, his expression calm but his chest burning with dissatisfaction.

Jet's eyes flicked briefly across the room, acknowledging no one. Then he strode to his seat at the front—reserved exclusively for the Prime Student.

Only when he sat did the rest follow suit.

Draco lowered himself back into his chair, jaw tightening.

This… charade. Rising for him, recognizing him, yielding to his stolen glory. Every part of it clawed at Draco's pride.

He was the one who had scored first in the entrance exams.

He was the one who should be there.

'That damn ceremony ruined everything! But these are the rules, so I can't exactly appeal…'

Draco had no choice but to endure

At least, for now.