Post by yfwe on Nov 8, 2005 19:09:54 GMT -5
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Ch. 3: Reflections
Had Jake switched sides?
The black Huntsclan weapon he was holding was extremely reminiscent to one that any member of the Huntsclan would use. Even more so, it was basically identical to the Huntsgirl’s.
“Surprised?”, Jake smiled slyly, “I wouldn’t be if I were you. You know what’s going on... oh, that’s right. You don’t. Even you, the great Lao Shei, hasn’t a clue.”
“Well then let me fill you in- the artifact we went after, remember it? We, of course, didn’t know what it was, or what it’d do. Neither did the Huntsclan. And even now, I still am unsure of its greatest potential. But I DO know the name...”
Jake stared at Grandpa in the eye, “The Crystal of Tilton. From a small town in Denmark. How it was somehow transported to New York is beyond me, but it matters no more. For as you surely know, it’s gone. Shattered into a million pieces.”
“Jake... I don’t understand. How do you know all this? What is wrong with you? Where did the Huntsclan weapon come from...?”, Grandpa was confused.
“Quite simple, really”, replied Jake, “Touching the Crystal- it opened my eyes. It changed me. For instance...”, he twitched his Huntsclan weapon, “I found that I could make weapons such as this appear at will. Not only that, you wanna know the most important thing?”, he lowered himself to Grandpa’s level, “I’ve officially lost my dragon powers. No more ‘dragon up!’ for me! But it’s not a big deal, because there’s something new in my life- a hatred”, he frowned, “A hatred of you dragons!”
“No! You’re lying!”
“Lying is for cowards, Gramps. And I ain’t no coward- you’ve always known that.”
“What’re you going to do, Jake? You- the Dragon Council knows your identity! They hunt you down, and- I cannot let you join the Huntsclan!”, Grandpa exclaimed.
“Lesee... first off, I already joined the Huntsclan. Well, technically, I never joined. Touching the Crystal made it kinda ‘come to be’, y’know? And second, we’ll- and notice I said we, as in the Huntsclan- be taking care of the Dragon Council soon enough. So don’t YOU worry. For now, that is. Now... whoever becomes the American Dragon, that’s who I’d be worrying about. Been thinking of a replacement yet? You’re gonna need one.”
He turned to leave, “My work here is done. In fact- I don’t think I’ll be back again. Farewell, Grandpa- ‘til we meet again.”
“I will not tolerate this! I will not let you leave!”, Grandpa took a step forward.
“That so?”, he paused, “We’ll see about that!” He whirled around, pointing his newfound Huntsclan weapon at his grandfather. A large net came out, and engulfed him, as he fell to the ground.
“There’s nothing you can do... so sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.”
(End)
The Huntsmaster stared in shock at the yellow dragon claws Rose was now sporting. She was... no, it couldn’t... yes, it was! A dragon’s claws.
“Uncle! It’s not what it looks like! I-“
”Get out”, he said quietly.
“I’m serious, I have no idea...”
“Get out.” Growing intensity.
“This is just a misunderstanding, maybe from what happened last night!”
“OUT!”, he yelled at the top of his lungs, pointing his long staff at her. Rose let out a small cry, and sprinted out of the room. She knew now she couldn’t stay. Whatever was happening, her uncle wasn’t helping. She had to get out.
She ran to the door, opened it, and took one last look back at the Huntslair. She felt her vision blur- and then sharpen- becoming much clearer than it had been before. Another change. She sighed, and shut the door.
Running outside...
Her whole body ached.
“Dammit- what’s happening to me?”, she grunted. “My hands- they’re like... a dragon’s!!”
She sighed, “Dragons. They got me into this mess!”
She slid her enlarged hands into her pockets, “Somehow... I gotta find a way to reverse... whatever’s happening to me. But how?”
Rose walked down the sidewalk, a bit dizzy. After all, she had different vision now- something she was still getting used to.
Another pain in her stomach.
“No... not here”, she moaned, for she knew that another change would be occuring.
RIIIIIPPPP!!!!
Rose winced. She knew what had just happened.
“I just grew a tail”, she cried, noting the yellow-and-green spiked tail now twitching behind her, “And I LIKE these pants!”
People had begun to stare. Even New Yorkers can be a little freaked out seeing a girl grow a tail.
She ducked into an alleyway, “This’ll have to do for now”, she said to herself, “The subway’s not too far- maybe I can hide there.”
She continued onward, finding a trenchcoat on the ground. “I might need this...”, she said, putting it on over her clothes. There was still a bulge behind her where her tail was, but other than that- it worked pretty well.
The subway entrance was a few paces from the alley. Down she went, hoping to find refuge in its walls.
When downstairs, she found a bench to sit upon. “Perfect”, she smiled, making her way over, and sitting down. Here, she could think. About what to do.
She fell asleep while she was there. Unintentionally, but yet, it was a bit soothing. To be able to calm down. But the calm feeling was erased when she was awoken.
By someone she never expected to see- not here.
“So... I see what the Crystal has done to you”, the voice said.
“Wha?”
She slowly opened her eyes- and saw Jake standing above her. Jake... Jake was a dragon! He could help her!
“Jake! You’re just the person I wanted to see!”
“Are you so sure about that... dragon?”
“Huh? Jake, what are you talking about?”, Rose realized that while she had slept, her face had become a dragon snout. God, how weird she probably looked now!
“Can it. Here’s the thing- as an apprentice of the Huntsmaster, I know that it is MY duty to slay a dragon. And look at this- a dragon! Luck is comin’ to me today!”
“What’s wrong with you, Jake? Why are you...”
“Are you really that much of a dumbass? Well, let me fill ya in- we’ve been switched. You’re a dragon, I’m in the Huntsclan. And you of all people know my destiny...”
“No...”, Rose was on the verge of tears. She had made Jake like this... She had turned him evil!
“So... how ‘bout you get up and fight, b----!”, he willed his Huntsclan staff to appear, “I’ll show you TRUE fear! Hm... I’ve been in the Huntsclan for two hours, and I’m already gonna slay my first dragon!”
“You won’t!”, Rose ripped off her trenchcoat, and her tattered clothing fell to the floor. She had nearly become a full yellow dragon- minus a vital part, the wings.
“Ah, a fighter, eh? I respect that... about as much as I respect any other dragon!” He rushed toward her, staff pointed forward.
“Aah!”, Rose turned her back, bracing for impact. Her tail whipped around... and hit Jake square in the chest. “Oomph!”, he was sent sprawling back, slamming into a pillar.
Once more, there were people staring at this quarrel. A dragon... and some kid with a large pointed weapon. 9-1-1 worthy, I believe.
“The police have been notified”, someone said, “We’ll get these jokers outta here...”
“Police? Ah... well, seems like I gotta split, dragon”, Jake grinned, “I LET you win this time, but next time... you may not be so lucky. Farewell!”, and he dashed up the stairs and out into the sun.
Rose frowned, breathing heavily. She looked around at the people, whined, grabbed her trenchcoat, and took off up the stairs as well.
A pain in her stomach.
Good, Rose thought, I’m gonna get some wings.
And they did come, a few moments later. As if she had known how to fly for a few years, Rose took off, up to the building tops.
I did this to him...
Tears streamed from her face. She felt guilty- for everything that had happened. Even if it wasn’t really her fault. She felt sorry...
I made Jake evil.
She sighed sadly, touching down on one of the building tops.
She would cry herself to sleep, the only thing she could do to get the pain away...
END CHAPTER
YFWE
Ch. 3: Reflections
Had Jake switched sides?
The black Huntsclan weapon he was holding was extremely reminiscent to one that any member of the Huntsclan would use. Even more so, it was basically identical to the Huntsgirl’s.
“Surprised?”, Jake smiled slyly, “I wouldn’t be if I were you. You know what’s going on... oh, that’s right. You don’t. Even you, the great Lao Shei, hasn’t a clue.”
“Well then let me fill you in- the artifact we went after, remember it? We, of course, didn’t know what it was, or what it’d do. Neither did the Huntsclan. And even now, I still am unsure of its greatest potential. But I DO know the name...”
Jake stared at Grandpa in the eye, “The Crystal of Tilton. From a small town in Denmark. How it was somehow transported to New York is beyond me, but it matters no more. For as you surely know, it’s gone. Shattered into a million pieces.”
“Jake... I don’t understand. How do you know all this? What is wrong with you? Where did the Huntsclan weapon come from...?”, Grandpa was confused.
“Quite simple, really”, replied Jake, “Touching the Crystal- it opened my eyes. It changed me. For instance...”, he twitched his Huntsclan weapon, “I found that I could make weapons such as this appear at will. Not only that, you wanna know the most important thing?”, he lowered himself to Grandpa’s level, “I’ve officially lost my dragon powers. No more ‘dragon up!’ for me! But it’s not a big deal, because there’s something new in my life- a hatred”, he frowned, “A hatred of you dragons!”
“No! You’re lying!”
“Lying is for cowards, Gramps. And I ain’t no coward- you’ve always known that.”
“What’re you going to do, Jake? You- the Dragon Council knows your identity! They hunt you down, and- I cannot let you join the Huntsclan!”, Grandpa exclaimed.
“Lesee... first off, I already joined the Huntsclan. Well, technically, I never joined. Touching the Crystal made it kinda ‘come to be’, y’know? And second, we’ll- and notice I said we, as in the Huntsclan- be taking care of the Dragon Council soon enough. So don’t YOU worry. For now, that is. Now... whoever becomes the American Dragon, that’s who I’d be worrying about. Been thinking of a replacement yet? You’re gonna need one.”
He turned to leave, “My work here is done. In fact- I don’t think I’ll be back again. Farewell, Grandpa- ‘til we meet again.”
“I will not tolerate this! I will not let you leave!”, Grandpa took a step forward.
“That so?”, he paused, “We’ll see about that!” He whirled around, pointing his newfound Huntsclan weapon at his grandfather. A large net came out, and engulfed him, as he fell to the ground.
“There’s nothing you can do... so sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.”
(End)
The Huntsmaster stared in shock at the yellow dragon claws Rose was now sporting. She was... no, it couldn’t... yes, it was! A dragon’s claws.
“Uncle! It’s not what it looks like! I-“
”Get out”, he said quietly.
“I’m serious, I have no idea...”
“Get out.” Growing intensity.
“This is just a misunderstanding, maybe from what happened last night!”
“OUT!”, he yelled at the top of his lungs, pointing his long staff at her. Rose let out a small cry, and sprinted out of the room. She knew now she couldn’t stay. Whatever was happening, her uncle wasn’t helping. She had to get out.
She ran to the door, opened it, and took one last look back at the Huntslair. She felt her vision blur- and then sharpen- becoming much clearer than it had been before. Another change. She sighed, and shut the door.
Running outside...
Her whole body ached.
“Dammit- what’s happening to me?”, she grunted. “My hands- they’re like... a dragon’s!!”
She sighed, “Dragons. They got me into this mess!”
She slid her enlarged hands into her pockets, “Somehow... I gotta find a way to reverse... whatever’s happening to me. But how?”
Rose walked down the sidewalk, a bit dizzy. After all, she had different vision now- something she was still getting used to.
Another pain in her stomach.
“No... not here”, she moaned, for she knew that another change would be occuring.
RIIIIIPPPP!!!!
Rose winced. She knew what had just happened.
“I just grew a tail”, she cried, noting the yellow-and-green spiked tail now twitching behind her, “And I LIKE these pants!”
People had begun to stare. Even New Yorkers can be a little freaked out seeing a girl grow a tail.
She ducked into an alleyway, “This’ll have to do for now”, she said to herself, “The subway’s not too far- maybe I can hide there.”
She continued onward, finding a trenchcoat on the ground. “I might need this...”, she said, putting it on over her clothes. There was still a bulge behind her where her tail was, but other than that- it worked pretty well.
The subway entrance was a few paces from the alley. Down she went, hoping to find refuge in its walls.
When downstairs, she found a bench to sit upon. “Perfect”, she smiled, making her way over, and sitting down. Here, she could think. About what to do.
She fell asleep while she was there. Unintentionally, but yet, it was a bit soothing. To be able to calm down. But the calm feeling was erased when she was awoken.
By someone she never expected to see- not here.
“So... I see what the Crystal has done to you”, the voice said.
“Wha?”
She slowly opened her eyes- and saw Jake standing above her. Jake... Jake was a dragon! He could help her!
“Jake! You’re just the person I wanted to see!”
“Are you so sure about that... dragon?”
“Huh? Jake, what are you talking about?”, Rose realized that while she had slept, her face had become a dragon snout. God, how weird she probably looked now!
“Can it. Here’s the thing- as an apprentice of the Huntsmaster, I know that it is MY duty to slay a dragon. And look at this- a dragon! Luck is comin’ to me today!”
“What’s wrong with you, Jake? Why are you...”
“Are you really that much of a dumbass? Well, let me fill ya in- we’ve been switched. You’re a dragon, I’m in the Huntsclan. And you of all people know my destiny...”
“No...”, Rose was on the verge of tears. She had made Jake like this... She had turned him evil!
“So... how ‘bout you get up and fight, b----!”, he willed his Huntsclan staff to appear, “I’ll show you TRUE fear! Hm... I’ve been in the Huntsclan for two hours, and I’m already gonna slay my first dragon!”
“You won’t!”, Rose ripped off her trenchcoat, and her tattered clothing fell to the floor. She had nearly become a full yellow dragon- minus a vital part, the wings.
“Ah, a fighter, eh? I respect that... about as much as I respect any other dragon!” He rushed toward her, staff pointed forward.
“Aah!”, Rose turned her back, bracing for impact. Her tail whipped around... and hit Jake square in the chest. “Oomph!”, he was sent sprawling back, slamming into a pillar.
Once more, there were people staring at this quarrel. A dragon... and some kid with a large pointed weapon. 9-1-1 worthy, I believe.
“The police have been notified”, someone said, “We’ll get these jokers outta here...”
“Police? Ah... well, seems like I gotta split, dragon”, Jake grinned, “I LET you win this time, but next time... you may not be so lucky. Farewell!”, and he dashed up the stairs and out into the sun.
Rose frowned, breathing heavily. She looked around at the people, whined, grabbed her trenchcoat, and took off up the stairs as well.
A pain in her stomach.
Good, Rose thought, I’m gonna get some wings.
And they did come, a few moments later. As if she had known how to fly for a few years, Rose took off, up to the building tops.
I did this to him...
Tears streamed from her face. She felt guilty- for everything that had happened. Even if it wasn’t really her fault. She felt sorry...
I made Jake evil.
She sighed sadly, touching down on one of the building tops.
She would cry herself to sleep, the only thing she could do to get the pain away...
END CHAPTER