But Iden was already up and rolling up his sleeves, he intended on marching right up to that ring master.<br/><br/>He had seen the scar, he knew that scar all too well, that was the very same dragon they had found when Batya and he had been small children, they had found the dragon with a deep wound, he himself didn't know what it was from, but it's mother was no where in sight and there had been several knights in and out of the area at the time, they had guess that the young drake had been taken from his mother, and injured in the process, then cast aside when they saw it injured and assumed it would die alone in the wilderness, but they had been wrong. He and Batty had found the poor thing curled up and near death, and with their combined knowledge, had nursed it to health, and had treated him as their equal.<br/><br/>And now, the Dragon they had so loved was here, in the hands of a cruel ring master, his teeth either gone or filed down to naught, and chained, one could see the scars on his hide just by looking at the askew scales that had grown over the Ringmaster's cruelty. And had a few of the strong men from one of the acts not seen him marching, he would have made it to the Ring man. But, they had and instantly he found both of his arms in vice like grips that he knew would cause bruising later. He was a strong young man himself, always working in the fields, plowing and hunting, but he was definitely no match for the two muscle bound oxes who whisked him outside and threw him onto the dirt.<br/><br/>"Don't know what you're thinking kid, but whatever it was, it was stupid," one grunted as he shook his head and chuckled. Iden bounced back up and charged towards the tent, but he soon found himself back in the dirt with a sharp kick to the ribs, "Dammit boy! I said stay down!" Both men laughed and turned leaving the heaving boy outside of the circus.