"Unshackling the Truth"

The words still lingered in Draco's mind like an open wound, a constant reminder of the restrictions that had been placed upon him. Eriol had forbidden him from using his dragon form during the training sessions, citing concerns about his impulsiveness and lack of control. Draco couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it than that, but he had been forced to comply, relegated to watching from the sidelines as his teammates clashed in a flurry of scales and claws. As he walked back to the dormitory, Draco couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration and resentment. Why was he being treated like this? Wasn't he a member of the faction, just like everyone else? Didn't he deserve the same freedom and trust? As he entered the dormitory, he was greeted by Astra and Lyra, who were lounging on their beds, looking relaxed and content. "Hey, Draco, how was training?" Astra asked, noticing the look of frustration on his face. Draco scowled, flopping down onto his bed. "It was fine," he muttered, not wanting to talk about it. Lyra sat up, her eyes narrowing. "What's wrong, Draco? You look like you've lost your last marble." Draco sighed, rubbing his temples. "Eriol won't let me use my dragon form during training. She says I'm not ready, that I'm too impulsive." Astra and Lyra exchanged a look, and for a moment, Draco thought he saw a flicker of understanding in their eyes. But then Astra spoke up, her voice cautious. "Maybe Eriol just wants to protect you, Draco. You're one of the most powerful members of our faction. If you lose control during a battle, it could mean disaster for all of us." Draco snorted, rolling onto his side. "Protect me? By taking away my freedom? I can take care of myself, Astra. I don't need to be babysat." Lyra leaned forward, her voice low and serious. "Draco, we know you're powerful, but Eriol has her reasons for doing this. Maybe we should try to understand her perspective before we get angry." Draco raised an eyebrow, surprised by Lyra's words. Was it possible that Lyra and Astra were right? Was Eriol's decision motivated by a desire to protect him, rather than to restrict him? As he lay there, lost in thought, Draco heard a knock at the door. It was Kael, one of the faction's senior members. "Draco, Eriol wants to see you in her office. She says it's about your training restrictions." Draco's heart skipped a beat as he sat up, a sense of anticipation building in his chest. Finally, he would get some answers.