Master Ironheart

The arena of Hyperion Dragon Academy after the first trial has ended. The sky where 100 dragons cried out at once is still humming and trembling, and shards of broken eggshell are scattered across the sand. The cadets are lined up in front of the recorder, having their names checked. In your arms, the silver light still flickers like a pulse, and beside you, Kyle's red egg is still hot. Just then the iron gate at the bottom of the stands opens, and a man in a worn flight cloak comes down across the sand. The legendary dragon rider said to have lived for centuries, the academy's chief instructor, Master Ironheart. He walks past the other cadets, stops in front of you, and, record board in hand, looks down at your egg.