Anyway, my school is called Dragonair Academy. It's more fancy than the regular Damir Valley Mountain Range Middle School, but also more expensive... but my parents pay for that, not me. Mom and Dad say they care more about the students, which is just fancy adult speak for two things:

1. You get MORE HOMEWORK... DUN DUN DUN!

2. You aren't allowed to vent your rage by frying other annoying students.

Kind of sad, acutally. But most of my friends are going there, so I guess-

I'm startled out of my train of thought by a smoky smell. I look back and my tail is giving off a small trail of smoke. As I watch, it fades into the air. Weird, I think. My tail has never given off smoke before. And the only way for my tail to be trailing smoke is if it just was on fire. But dragon's tailtips don't just light on fire, not even the tailtips of fire dragons. Oh well. It wouldn't be the weirdest thing that happened this morning concerning fire. I'll have time to figure this all out later. 

After a few more minutes of flying, there it is. Dragonair Academy. Housed inside three of the mountains of the Damir Valley Mountain range. As I fly, I'm joined my many other dragons, all coming from different directions, and all coasting towards the school. I look around for a bit, amazed by all the different types of dragons. There's one that looks like water, wait, does that one have horns... made of branches? Yeesh, how pink can a dragon get? That one over there looks like it was spawned out of hot pink! 

Then something catches my eye, and I gasp. So do all the other dragons. I see heads turning, voices whispering, dragons holding their breath in awe. And it's clear why. I see two dragons, flying so close to each other they look like they could merge, yet they look like the exact opposite of each other. One is black, with a glowing red sheen on their scales. The other is white, a glowing yellow sheen on their scales. They look like twins of darkness and light, and their features are exactly the same, except for the scales. 

The huge brass bell sounds once, a warning that we only have a few minutes left to get to homeroom. The low, tolling sound revabrates off the mountains and brings everyone out of their stupor. They all focus again on saying goodbye to their parents and trying to get through the main archway without looking like complete fools who don't know what they're doing, although a few glances are still cast in the twins' direction. 

Well, this is it. I fold my wings and swoop into a dive towards the archway, whispering a prayer to Pyrona that my fire won't mess everything up.