Rough wood pushes against the soft dirt, a large toy that would belong in a giants playhouse is instead bringing a young boy to war. Many a splash of blood has adorned the wooden steed, but now he served the Latin boy. [i] And a boy he is [/i] Chariot thought. [i] Every hunter i have served has been younger than the last. [/i] He bowed his head. "And they have died younger as well." He said in a deep rumble. 
"Whats that, chariot?" Eduardo said, looking down at the horse. "Nothing, Sir Ed. But we must hurry if we wish to reach the daemon first." Ed shrugged. "You're the one running." Chariot sped up, leaving the castle far behind them.

Ed spent some time thinking, wondering where the daemon might be.
First he thought that with all the new first years, the Staff would be careful not to let the daemon venture in to far before warning.
But then again, maybe the first day would make them so busy the daemon would be much closer before they noticed. It could be anywhere.
Then he thought about his competition. He remembered the girl in the lobby, he saw some kid with two daemons, and he heard a daemons roar not too long ago, but beyond that he didn't know anyone else who might be hunting. (Other then first years)

[i]Damn it all[/i] He thought, sighing and looking to the sky. Then he noticed the girl. Not too far ahead, flying between the trees a few feet up, was the girl from the front lobby. 
He assumed the daemon hadn't been found yet, or she would be back helping the new kids. First he was going to ignore her, or even try to pass her, but as he thought about it, he decided that the hunt isn't as fun alone. He wanted to prove himself by fighting the daemon, sure, but he wanted to prove it to himself, not the school. He wouldn't care if someone else took the credit. Besides, even if she works alone, he can still stand to make a friend. He nodded, hitting his heel against Chariots side to try and catch up with the girl. He settled with keeping pace a few feet behind her.

He waved his spear above his head, trying to get her attention. 
"Hey!" He yelled. "I know you, You're the Headmasters girl, right?"
He kept his eyes glancing between the path and the girl. He noticed the daemon carrying her, taking careful notes on its appearance and what he assumed of its strength. 'Its important to know your allies strength as much as your enemies.' his mom always told him.
"Hows hunting going, seen anything yet? I would think the daemon is farther from the school but me and chariot haven't found anything." He realized he wouldn't get an answer either way, but whatever, it was conversation. and he had been alone for to long.