Elle let out a weak sigh as she stood in front of the gates that lead up to a marvelous white temple. The people on the streets passed her by, some dragons flew overhead, and a few spells along with mana glow erupted out of the nearby laboratory building on regular intervals. There wasn't much to be said about this world Eleanor Moira Francisca Devon -Elle for short-lived in.
It was crappy if she had a say in it. Mana and magic were involved in everything, multiple explosions happened daily due to someone reckless using too much mana in a spell, and dragons and their riders were sacred and highly glorified. Not that she saw anything to glorify about a winged, fire-breathing, twenty-something feet high lizard. In fact, she always found it ironic how a man in a tin-can had to ride one of these beasts, hold on for dear life and hope for the best.
In short, she hated everything about her life here. A part of this hate came due to the fact she couldn't use magic at all. It