"Well...here we go." mumbled Rhone, viewing the land around him from top to bottom. Meet Rhone Edwards, a mercenary born and raised with purpose.He wore an armor made from the finest of steel, a blade the size of a man, and devastating swordsman skill.Edwards learned all of this when his life decided to speed up and move forward without warning.You see, Rhone is a Burner, a child made to be a guardian of godly class.This was first realized ten years ago, when he was first maturing and learning of magic and myth. It made him smile how he could remember the day he almost burned his room down to the ground.He never realized such power existed, let alone live inside of him. Since then he's been wondering around as a trained killer. But always returning to his family to see how they're fairing in life.Most of the time Rhone spends his time in town walking through Lazoruss, searching for new contracts, but keeping his plate clear of trouble. The reason for being in the forest was to meet his good friend, Thrax. Rhone walked around the forest seraching for an open area. One without trees or people around to notice him and his friend. He looked ahead a noticed the perfect spot next to a river that lead up to a lake. "Perfect," he whispered, walking down the path towards the field, he heard a roar breach the forest. The sound of it excited him to hold his hands high in the air and reply. Rhone made a sound like a howling wolf to call to his companion, he closed his eyes waited patiently. Soon a large shadow flew over the field to circle the ground, looking up he saw his dragon, Thrax, diving down and landing infront of him. Thrax was his noble and loyal beast. The dragon reached out his head to greet his master, groaning from comfort of Rhone's hand along his nose. "How've you been' asked Rhone, being connected to his dragon, he understood their language. "We must return home, your father needs to speak with you" replied Thrax. Rhone didn't question it knowing that it mite be important, he just smiled and leaped on to Thrax's back. Thrax stood on his legs and held his wingss in the air, letting out a beserk roar and launching off into the sky. Rhone was nevous about what his father had to say, but with the wind flowing through his hair and his dragon with him, he didn't care and waited for what was in the coming few moments.