The Horn Takers

ONE: TRYNDROK

11:36 AM : OCTOBER 16, 1816 : TRYNDROK : THE EYES (DOME TRAINING ARENAS)
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"be careful, even salt looks like sugar."
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Marcus had been working at the blacksmith all morning. He was in need of a well deserved break.

The sun beamed down on him as he walked around the block, he found himself at The Eyes arenas. He decided to stay and watch the Dragon Capture training. He ran up the boardwalk stairs and made his way over to Eye #7. Down in the arena was a group of around 15 boys. Most around the age of 15 and 16 though a couple were younger. Out of all of them a specific tall, dirty blond caught his eye the most.

Andrew Angel Hajrack.

Marcus laughed at the thought of his middle name. He had heard that he is anything but an angel. That he's a mean, spoiled, and snobby high class but surely those were just rumors. Maybe he was actually a sweet and caring person. He wanted to believe it but Andrew looked nothing like a kind person, if anything he looked extremely unapproachable.

Marcus knew he shouldn't care so much about him but something was causing it, yet he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He watched as the group stood in a line. Their captain, Captain Farel, was walking back and forth, asking them questions but Marcus couldn't hear anything. Every now and then, one of the boys would answer. It had probably gone on for more than 30 minutes before they finally dispersed to different parts of the arena. Marcus couldn't help it, his eyes only followed Andrew.

He watched as he retrieved his axe that had been leaning on the wall. Their captain walked over to a large metal door with multiple steel rods keeping whatever was inside from breaking out. Next to it was a lever. He pulled it and the rods moved away from each other. The metal doors swung open.

"No way! Is that a windrazor?!"

Marcus jumped at the sudden, loud voice behind him. He turned and saw his blond friend leaning against the net, trying to get a better look at the dragon in the arena.

"Elijah!" Marcus gasped "Don't do that, you're going to give me heart attack one day."

"Oops, my bad but look how cool. A Windrazor!" Elijah exclaimed. "Did you know that they have a wingspan of about 30 feet!". The last of his words were met with an ear splitting roar. Both boys looked back at the arena to see the Windrazor attempting to knock off some of the Dragon Capture warriors with its huge wings.

Marcus noticed a dark haired boy behind the dragon.

Jacob Warner. 14 dragon captures. 4 of those captures being Lethal Class dragons.

Jacob slowly crouched down and set something up on the ground. Marcus couldn't make out what it was.

"What is he doing?" He asked Elijah.

"He's setting up a net thingy." Elijah replied quickly, his gaze still on the intense battle below.

Marcus rolled his eyes, nodded, and went back to watching as Jacob inserted a rolled net into the metal device. He pulled a lever and immediately backed up and blocked his ears with his hands. The other warriors did the same, and so did the two boys that were watching the training session unfold. An incredibly loud snapping echoed through the arena, the net shot out and within a second had the dragon struggling underneath it. Large spheres of metal at each side of the net kept it from escaping.

Yells of victory erupted among the Dragon Capture warriors. The dragon had went limp under the net at this point and had given up the struggle.