School of Claw| #Wattys2016

Black, Steel,Ruby infusion -Drake-

I started walking through the main gates. To the sides of me there where two grass courtyards where people where sitting and chatting.

As I walked through the doors a short little man in a tuxedo and a little bit of hair ran-or waddled- up to me.

" This way, Sir!" He said leading me through the mass amounts of students.

" what's your name?" I asked

" Stevy!" He said " and I already know yours."

" what? How?"

We paused in front of giant doors. Turning to me Stevy winked and said

" Because we have been expecting you. "

He got me through the door, and slammed them.

" Hello Drake." Somebody said. I front of me was a man. He bad blond hair, green eyes, and was sitting on a floating pillow. " My name is Master Lyze, and I am going to be your mentor."

"Wha-"

" Let me explain. You are a Claw. You have been chosen to be trained in the art of Claws, to protect your world from the dangers of MythMagic."

"MythMagic?" I asked

Lyze smiled.
" Wolves, as you call them. Also dragons, but dragons are our friends. Do you like dragons? Your name is a type of dragon."

" Yeah." I said.

" Well, let's get started. We must go to the armory and get you fitted, if you want to be trained of course.

You can avenge your parents death.

"I'll do it." I said

Lyze jumped down from his floating pillow. He landed without a sound, and let me out of the room.

The halls went silent as me and Lyze past. Whispers of " One of the Chosen?" And " The Three." Was heard. I was confused. We soon got to the armory.

" Dutch!" Lyze called " Come here!" From behind a tanning wrack came a short, curly haired mans with a beard and very bushy eyebrows.

" Your that Dragon Spirit kid every body had been talkin' about, eh?" Dutch said. He grabbed my right hand. He studied it carefully, then led me to a rack labeled Training Claws 23

" Pick a pair of gloves. They all fit, they are magic." I looked at all the selection of gloves, and my eyes found a pair of black leather gloves. I pulled them off the rack and put them on.

" Huh. That's a odd choice, for someone like you." Dutch said.

I turned to him. " what's wrong?"

" It's nothin kid. Let me find you the rack of Claws your looking for." I once again was lead through the racks to a rack that said training tips 2448. " Pick some, kid. You need 10."

After what seemed like forever I found the perfect ones for me. Steel with Ruby infusion. It was cool. I put them on my gloves finger tips and locked them into place by twisting them. I clenched my hands several times before returning to Lyze.

" Your ready."