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Post by americanhuntsgirl on Jul 31, 2005 19:42:13 GMT -5
WHAT HE SAID GO ON GO ON
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Post by yfwe on Jul 31, 2005 19:48:22 GMT -5
Mwahaha. I am an evil person, and to boot, an evil person that adores cliffhangers! K, thanks everyone, and the new chapter should be coming soon.
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Post by americanhuntsgirl on Jul 31, 2005 19:50:54 GMT -5
I CANT WAIOT POST IT NOW
Cassie: YOu are a evil person
Danny: what she said
Me, Cass, Danny: POST IT NOW POST IT NOW
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Post by yfwe on Jul 31, 2005 19:53:33 GMT -5
Hey, I'll post it when its written... which it isn't right now. -_-
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Post by polydactyl on Jul 31, 2005 19:57:59 GMT -5
Yeah, author dude's a procrastinator.
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Post by americanhuntsgirl on Jul 31, 2005 20:05:54 GMT -5
Ok i can wait
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Post by magenta on Jul 31, 2005 20:08:48 GMT -5
Me too! ^^
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Post by yfwe on Aug 1, 2005 9:39:27 GMT -5
Yo, author dude is not a procrastinator. Author dude just has a lot of chapters for stories to write, and has another life besides being on the computer all the time. Writing is just a hobby for me; I don't do it 24/7.
Now, since I can't double post... Hear ye, hear ye, everyone! New chapter!
Ordinary: Ch. 5 YFWE
Is this what you want?
“What?”, Jake opened his eyes and looked around. He’d heard... someone... but he didn’t see anyone. “Who’s there?”
Is this what you want?
“Look, I don’t have time for this. What I want? Want what? Listen, I’m done with all this magical stuff, if that’s what you are.”
Do you want it to end?
“End what?”
I can make it happen... And finally, there was some sort of activity around Jake. At first, it was a small blue orb floating in mid-air. But then the orb became larger, and it took a form. What appeared to be a human form.
Hello, Jake.
When the light faded, a tall, Asian man wearing a flowing blue robe stood before him. The man held a large sphere-like object under his arm. And he was smiling slightly.
“Who... are you?”, Jake asked, bewildered, “And how do you know my name?”
Hm. I know much more about you than your name.
Jake was hearing this man talk to him... but his mouth wasn’t moving. Almost as if he was talking to Jake in his thoughts.
Allow me to introduce myself. I am Chiang Minh, once a respectable leader of the rights and interests of dragons in China. “Really? Do you know my Grandpa?”
Lao Shei? Yes, I know of him. Actually, he was a young dragon himself when I was in power.
“Ok, dude. I guess that’s cool, but if you’re looking for my Grandpa, he went that way”, Jake pointed back towards the city, “‘cause I’m not a dragon anymore. That’s my Grandpa’s job now.”
Not a dragon, eh?
The man set his large object on the ground, and raised his arms toward Jake. His fingertips glowed, and before long, Jake was glowing slightly as well.
“What’re you... hey!”, Jake brought his hands before his face and watched as they twisted into sharp red claws. “Stop it!”, he yelled as he suddenly increased greatly in size and his face elongated into a long dragon snout.
You look like a dragon to me.
“Yo! Stop that!”, yelled Jake, as he tried to revert back to human, and eventually succeeded, “Stop messin’ with me! I’m not your puppet or something!”
I am fully aware of that, Jake. All I was showing you... He walked over to Jake, who put his arms in front of him, as if he believed he could somehow counter another spell from Chiang.
...was that although you may not want to believe it, you are a dragon, Jake. And not just any dragon- the American Dragon. “Do you think I had a choice?”, Jake asked, “Becoming a dragon just happened. It’s not like I wanted it to happen.”
Oh really?
Chiang picked that sphere object again, pressed something, and he appeared to go into a deep trance.
“Uh... hello?”, Jake wasn’t sure exactly what to do. In fact, he had just about decided to high-tail it out of there before the sphere shot a green laser-like beam of light directly at his forehead, and he too fell into the same trance.
Jake was no longer in the middle of London Street. He was staring at... himself. And his Grandpa. Jake thought he looked a little younger than he was now- maybe a year younger. And Grandpa spoke...
“Jake, do you accept the responsibilities of the American Dragon? Do you promise to protect all magical creatures not only in New York City, but the entire United States (but mostly NYC)?”, he asked.
And without hesitation, Jake said...
“Totally, Grandpa! You don’t even have to ask! How could I say no?”
It was a flashback... and now it was ending, as little by little, that scene disappeared and Jake found himself on the pavement with Chiang once more.
Sounds like you had a choice. “Okay, okay, so maybe I did”, admitted Jake, “But that was then... and now I’m tired of being it! It’s just messing with my life! I wonder...”, his eyes searched the ground, “If I was better off to never be a dragon. If my family was just normal- with the exception of Grandpa, that is- would we be better off?”
“I’m sick of lying to Rose. I hate it when I have to fight Huntsgirl, knowing who she is and barely bringing myself to do so.”
“I’m tired of missing out on time to hang out with my friends. Once, I remember that I said that I wanted to learn to be a pro skateboarder. I was gonna start when I was 13.”
“That never worked out, because of all this. I don’t think my relationship with Trixie and Spud suffered any- especially when they discovered my secret. But still... it could be better.”
“And most of all...”, Jake continued, “I don’t like lying to my dad. I never wanted to keep secrets with anyone- especially with him. But being... this... I have to. I have to lie to a lot of people.”
“So what if I wasn’t a dragon? Grandpa could manage without me, couldn’t he? They could find another American Dragon, right?”
You still haven’t answered my question.
“What’s that?”
Is this what you want?
He thought about it for the longest time, before replying, “Yes. More than anything right now, this is what I want.”
But then he felt as if he was being lifted up and off the ground. And upon looking down, he realized that he was.
He looked over to see Chiang floating beside him.
Then I shall grant your wish. But first, follow me. I want to show you something. “What’s that? Could we stop with the floating?”
I will now take you to a separate dimension. It will be much like this world... and much unlike. Not much will have changed, but some things will have. Jake... I will now show you a world without you as the American Dragon.
END CHAPTER
What will this new world be like. We'll find out, next chapter! Yayness.
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Post by yfwe on Aug 6, 2005 15:16:37 GMT -5
Hey, just wanted everyone to know that the new chapter's up. Look above and you'll find it. Later!
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Post by magenta on Aug 6, 2005 15:40:05 GMT -5
It's great! I read it a fanfiction.net. I hope you can update soon!
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Post by jenny on Aug 8, 2005 23:00:47 GMT -5
wow wow wow its amazing
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Post by yfwe on Aug 10, 2005 13:20:07 GMT -5
Thanks everyone! Here's the new chapter!
Ordinary: Ch. 6 YFWE
I will now show you a world without you as the American Dragon. SNAP! In a wisp of smoke, Jake felt himself... almost disappear, but then reappear seconds later.
“Aah... much better...”, a voice said beside him.
“Who said that-“, Jake spun around, but Chiang was the only one there.
“It was me. For some odd reason, the stench in that part of the city was so awful, I had to use telepathy so I could hold my breath”, Chiang explained.
“You held your breath for that long?”
“Er- when one spends as much time alone as I do, one... uh, capitalizes on certain things.”
“Okay then...”, Jake looked around. He was in New York City. To be exact, he was a few blocks from his school. And amidst all the buildings, he could see the sun just barely coming over the clouds. Was it rising? Or setting? If it was rising...
“Rising. You need to get to school, I believe.”
“Will you please stop reading my mind?”
“Does it bother you?”
“Yeah, just a little bit”, Jake rolled his eyes. He looked at his watch. But it read 6:00 P.M. “Um... you know what time it is?”
“I believe it is 7:45 A.M., your time.”
“Say what?!? Then that means I have 10 minutes to get to school!”
“Well, then I’d suggest that you get going.”
“You know? I’m really starting to not like you...”, Jake turned away and toward his school’s direction, “But it’s not that much of a problem. I can get there in ten. DRAGON UP!”, he yelled.
And he expected himself to be a dragon after he said those words. But upon further examination of himself, he noticed that he was still human. Every part of him, in fact. He looked over to Chiang as if to ask what was going on.
“From what I’ve heard, you’re not a dragon anymore, Jake. That means no dragon powers.”
Jake growled. But Chiang was right. He slowly turned back around and began running toward school. So far, he wasn’t exactly liking this new world.
And couldn’t Chiang have dropped him off in a spot closer to school?
(End)
At approximately 7:54, one minute before school began, Jake sped into his first period class and sprinted to his seat. Seconds later, the bell rang.
Jake’s first period class was Reading. It was taught by Ms. Nannini, who, it was said, had the world record for putting the most people to sleep during her ‘rants’. She’d been teaching since Jake’s dad was in school, and his dad claimed that she’d already broken the record when he was in the seventh grade- about 20 years ago. Just think of how many minds have tried to endure a long speech- and have failed.
But today... today was different.
“Heeelllllooo, class!”, Ms. Nannini shouted, and somehow mustered up the strength to stand up on her desk, sending various pencils, pens, and her coffee mug flying.
“Hello, Ms. Nannini”, the class replied, all but Jake. He was not used to her being so... enthusiastic. Rather, he was used to her walking in quietly, acting as if she didn’t want to be there, sitting down before telling them to get their textbooks out about five minutes later.
This definitely was not the same Ms. Nannini.
Then again, this wasn’t the same dimension.
But why would Jake no being the American Dragon affect the way Ms. Nannini taught?
Jake decided that it was best if he didn’t think about it, and go along with the class. Maybe he could ask Trixie and Spud.
But if Ms. Nannini had changed...
Could that mean that he had new friends, not Trixie or Spud?
The anticipation grew as the class went on. And, unlike before, it actually went kinda fast. As opposed to before, when it seemed as if reading class took up half the day. (Rotwood’s class being the other half)
They were reading a book by a guy named Jace Sirotka, whom Jake had heard of before. He wrote mostly sports books, and had just released a skateboarding book. But it was in pretty high demand, and Jake wasn’t that much of a reader, so he figured he’d never read it.
But there before him, sat the book. Ms. Nannini was actually letting them read a book they wanted to read.
Weird, that’s what this day was thus far. And Jake hadn’t even completed his first period class yet.
(End)
RIINGG! End of the first class of the day. Everyone began shuffling out of the room, as Ms. Nannini called an assignment to read ahead a bit in the book for extra credit.
“Mr. Long”, Jake was about to walk out when Ms. Nannini called him back.
“Um, yes?”
“Don’t worry, Jake. You’re not in trouble”, she smiled, “I’ve forgotten to thank you... for all you’ve done for me the past few weeks.”
“Huh?”
“Oh, come now, Jake. All of the help- you know, helping with the curriculum, teaching me to be a little more exciting... all those days after school that you helped me. And as you can see, all the students seem to be liking it. So thank you.”
“Um... sure”, mumbled Jake.
“Okay then. Next class starts soon, you’d best get going! See you after school at the skatepark!”
Jake walked out the door, bewildered. Not only had he turned Ms. Nannini into an exciting teacher, but... a skater as well? Wow. So that’s what he had been doing with his spare time after school since he didn’t have to train with Grandpa. Alrighty then.
“Yo, Spud!”, Jake called to his friend in the hallway. Or, at least he hoped that Spud was still his friend. So many things had changed...
But fortunately, “Hey, buddy, why were you late today?”, Spud asked.
“I wasn’t”, said Jake shortly, “I got there with a minute to spare.”
“Uh... that’s not what I was talking about”, Spud looked over his shoulder, and his eyes widened in amazement, “This is what I’m talking about.”
“Wha?’, Jake whirled around, to see an amazing sight.
“Husky Molina!”, he exclaimed.
The man that had been walking toward him smiled a bit. It was Husky Molina, a nationally renown skateboarder. And he was standing there before him... in their school, “Don’t look so surprised to see me, Jake.”
“But you’re...”
“Jake, I understand that sometimes things come up that you can’t avoid, but nevertheless... I told you to be here 30 minutes before school, and you never showed! I’ve got a busy schedule, and things like this can’t be tolerated!”
“Uh... I’m sorry?”, Jake, not knowing what was going on, didn’t really know what to say. “Well... I guess it’s okay this time. So I’ll cut you some slack and reschedule for tonight at 6 at the skatepark. Got it?”
“Um, sure.”
“See you later, then. Don’t be late! Or I just may have to use Ms. Nannini in your place.” They looked over to see her standing outside her door, saying things like “Yo, dudes. What up with y’all?” to passing students. Believing his point was across, Husky turned and walked away.
“THAT’S what I was talking about”, whispered Spud.
“So what was that all about?”, Jake asked, “I mean- Husky Molina, in our school?”
“Dude”, Spud looked bewildered, “What is up with you today? Did Haley put something in your coffee?”
“I don’t drink coffee.”
“Still... you don’t remember that you had an appointment to shoot a commercial for Husky’s Boards at the school today?” “I’m... in a commercial?”
“Not unless if you show up tonight, you won’t be.”
“But... why would he want ME in his commercial?”
“‘Cause you’re the top boarder in the NYC, duh! You’ve won the Inter-City championships two straight years! Look, man, I dunno what’s up with you today, put pull it together! We got Rotwood next class!”
Talk about things changing. Jake had only dreamt of even competing in the Inter-City championships, let alone winning. And now... because he had so much more time to spare, he had. Grinning, he took off to Rotwood’s class.
(End)
It was there where Jake discovered that some things never change.
“Good morning, class”, Rotwood greeted as he entered the room, “Today ve vill be doing vat ve have been doing for de last few veeks- study you, de students’s choices on a certain magical creature until your presentations on your findings next Thursday. Any questions? No? Good, get going den.”
As everyone else began working, Jake began to wonder what he was doing the report on. He reached into his desk, and pulled out a folder, which was headlined ‘Jake Long’, and then ‘Dragon Project’. How ironic. He had been doing a project on dragons, when he was- or used to be- a dragon.
He opened it up, and saw a neatly typed page- no, two pages- of info on dragons.
He half expected them to be false, like Rotwood’s teachings.
But to his surprise... everything was dead on! And there was a side note that read ‘I think Rotwood’s wrong on all this dragon stuff. I think he’s been teaching us the wrong stuff. I found this info in one of my Grandpa’s books, so I dunno.’
So even now, Jake felt that Rotwood was off his rocker.
Some things never change, do they?
END CHAPTER
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Post by yfwe on Oct 8, 2005 16:44:49 GMT -5
Hey! I updated this fic for the first time in 2 months. Go me! Here 'tis.
Ordinary: ch. 7 YFWE
Rotwood’s class actually seemed to go rather quickly that day. Maybe it was because in this world, Rotwood didn’t hate him. Yeah, that was probably it, considering that Jake was usually reprimanded by the professor five times a class period.
But now, the class was over. Scratch that, the day was over.
And Jake had a date with destiny at 6:00.
He was actually going to be in a commercial for the skateboarding legend Husky Molina.
How could this day get better?
Rest assured, Trixie has a way to make it all go away. (Well, some of it, that is.)
“Jake! Oh, Jaaaakkeee!”, she called in a singsong voice to him as soon as he left Rotwood’s class and was on his way to his locker to go home.
Jake had just realized that Trixie hadn’t been in his class prior. Strange- he, Trixie, and Spud had always been in the same class.
“Yo, Trix, whassup?”, he asked when she reached him.
“Not you”, she replied coldly, “Tell me... you have your book from Rotwood’s class right now, correct?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Look in the inside cover. Whose name is on it?”
He checked. “Says... Trixie Carter...”
He was promptly smacked on the forehead by her, “I told you that you could borrow it for the night, and then you had to bring it back in the morning. Did you do it?” “Um...”
“No. Man, Jake... you also missed your commercial with Husky! I swear... you’re really off it today!”
“Sorry... things have been going on lately, and...”
“Homie, I don’t even wanna hear any excuses. Just give me my book back and make sure you aren’t late to Husky’s gig tonight!” And with that, she turned and walked away.
Jake’s forehead was throbbing now. Man, that Trixie... even in this world, she packed quite a punch.
So onward he walked, trying to avoid any other diversions as he made his way to his locker. It was 3- the thing at the skateboard park was at 6. He needed to get home and get ready.
But unfortunately, some distractions can’t be avoided. Especially if they’re your girlfriend.
“Jake!”, he heard a voice from behind him.
It was Rose. He figured that the two were going out, but... were they really? Nothing could be taken for granted in this world.
But then, she reached him...
... and kissed him.
Yeah, I think that classifies as ‘going out’.
“Haven’t seen you ALL day! What’s happening?”, she asked, smiling.
“Uh... today’s kinda weird, but it’s all good”, he replied.
“Cool”, Rose got closer to him, “So... we still on for tonight at 6?”
“What?!?”
“Oh, come on, Jake! Your memory can’t be THAT bad!”
“You’d be surprised...”
“Okay, okay... let me jog it for you- we have a date tonight to celebrate our two-month anniversary since we got engaged.”
“Say WHAT?!?!”
Rose snickered, “Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. But seriously- we have a date tonight. At Four Seasons Restaurant! You don’t remember?”
“Um... yeah, I do!”, Jake lied, “But there’s one problem...”
“I’m listening”, Rose sounded annoyed.
“Um... you know that commercial I was supposed to do with Husky Molina? It’s been moved to 6.”
“Aw...”, Rose sighed, “Couldn’t you tell him to reschedule?”
“He’s already rescheduled. This is my last chance!” “Well.. If you’re sure, we can move the date to seven...”
“Aw, thanks, Rose! You’re the greatest!”
He walked toward her- and hesitated for a moment, before kissing her on the cheek.
He was all smiles as he walked out the school’s front doors and right into Chiang.
“So.. How has your first five hours in this world been?”, the old man asked.
“Great...”, he beamed, “Just great...”
END CHAPTER But how long will that last? We'll find out. Read and review!
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Post by yfwe on Oct 14, 2005 15:10:31 GMT -5
Ordinary: Ch. 8 YFWE
5:00.
The grandfather clock in Jake’s living room chimed distinctly. And, when the five chimes had sounded, you could hear the soft ticking of the clock, each tick meaning another second closer.
Closer to Jake’s breakthrough moment. He would be shooting a commercial for Husky Molina, the skateboarding legend, that would be shown all throughout the country.
And to boot, he had a date with Rose at 7.
Awesome night, awesome night.
But it couldn’t start yet.
Not ‘til 6.
And it was 5, so at that moment, Jake was experiencing something that he rarely experienced in his normal world.
Boredom.
But boredom usually leads to sleep.
And that’s exactly what Jake did.
(End)
But what is the problem with falling asleep?
Unless if someone comes and wakes you, you’re not waking up until your body feels like it.
Jake’s body decided it was time at, oh, about 6.
6, as in the time he had to be at the skatepark.
“Dammit!”, yelled Jake as he snapped up off the couch he had been lying upon. He had luckily already been dressed for the commercial, and he had his clothes for Rose’s date in his bookbag.
Grabbing his skateboard by the door, he ran outside and into the middle of the street.
He was never gonna make it. Unless if he...
“DRAGON UP!!”, he yelled.
Nothing. “Oh. Duh”, Jake slapped his forehead. He’d once again forgotten that he no longer had his powers. Sighing, he got on his board and sped toward the skatepark. He just hoped that Husky would still be there, and would still do the commercial.
Fortunately, he was still there when Jake entered the park.
Unfortunately, however, Husky Molina was mad as hell.
“I... tell you to... get here at 6... and what do you do?”, a vein in Husky’s forehead seemed as if it was about to burst, “You get here at 6:10! What’s your excuse this time?”
“I... overslept.”
“Sure you did. Look, I have a mind to pack up and leave right now. BUT”, he seemed to be reconsidering, “Since it cost me money to come here in the first place, let’s just do it and get it over with.”
“Cool, thanks”, Jake breathed a sigh of relief. “Yeah... whatever”, Husky said, “Now...”, he took out a slip of paper from his pocket, “This is the list of tricks I want you to do for the commercial. Don’t worry, there’s only four.”
Jake took the paper, and skimmed the tricks. His eyes widened with each trick. “I don’t know what ANY of these are!!”
“Well, then it’s time you learned”, Husky laughed. “Over there’s my trainer, Travis ‘The Man’ Mann. He’ll teach you them. I dunno how long you’ll be here tonight... depends on if you’re a fast learner or not...”
(End)
Jake was released at 7:15. So for the second time that night, Jake was late to a date. This time, for Rose’s.
But knowing Rose, he was pretty sure that she would be more forgiving and understanding than Husky was.
Still, there was always that chance.
Jake had thoughts such as this the whole trip to Four Seasons. He had changed his clothes at the skatepark’s restroom, which has been rated the worst public restroom in New York by the New York Times three years straight.
Soon enough, though, Jake got to the restaurant. He went inside, and went up to the head waiter with the reservation book.
“Um... ‘scuse me, sir, but I have reservations under ‘Long’?”
“Long? Ah, yes, someone was already here under that name.”
“Rose, I’m guessing”, Jake smiled. But his grin soon faded, “Wait... what do you mean by ‘was’?”
“She left, that’s what I mean.”
Jake sighed, and slapped himself again. Great. Rose had bailed.
“But... it was not because you were late..”
“Hm?”
“She got a phone call from someone. Family member, I guess. Urgent. So she had to leave. She told me to tell you that she was sorry she had to leave, and that it wasn’t because you were late.”
“Really...”, Jake was relieved, in a sense. He was a little upset that she had to leave. On the other hand, he was glad that it wasn’t because of him.
“Mr. Long, if you would like a refund of your money, or if you would like your reservations moved to a different night, we may do that...”
“Um... yeah, money back’d be nice, thank you.”
Jake got the money, thanked the waiter, and began to stroll home.
It wasn’t what he had wanted.
But hey, at least he’d gotten the commercial done.
(End)
He was nearing his home, when he passed his Grandpa’s shop.
Grandpa...
It made him wonder, what was his Grandpa doing nowadays?
He was still a dragon, right?
Jake decided to go in and have a little visit with him.
He was surprised to find that the door, although not wide open, had been open.
And inside...
Inside, it was even stranger.
Everything was a wreck. Tables and chairs overturned...
Clothes and other things laying all over the floor.
It looked as if there had been a fight there.
But who?
The Huntsclan?
“Hello?”, Jake called, “Anyone here?”
He heard someone running toward him in the other room.
Who was it?
Jake braced himself, in case it was the Huntsmaster. Or worse... Rose.
But his fears were calmed when Fu Dog appeared in the doorway.
“Fu! Is everything okay? Where’s Grandpa?”
Fu didn’t say anything.
Jake stared at him for a while, before Fu spoke, as Jake knew he could. The Fu in this world hadn’t known that Jake knew this, though.
“Um... Jake, you’re not gonna believe this, but... I can talk.”
“I know.”
“Wait... how do you...”
“It doesn’t matter. Where’s Grandpa?”
Fu sighed, “Your Grandpa... he’s a dragon. And the Huntsclan found out his true identity. They came in, and before I knew what had happened, he was gone!”
“The Huntsclan? Oh no! Fu, what’re we gonna do?”
“We? Kid, I dunno if YOU can do anything.”
“You’d be surprised. Just trust me on this one, Fu. Where do you think they took him?”
“Probably in their secret base out on Ellis Island. Why?”
“Then that’s where we’ll go”, Jake said reassuringly, “C’mon, Fu. I gotta go get someone, and then we’re gonna go get Gramps back.”
END CHAPTER
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Post by yfwe on Nov 17, 2005 16:03:00 GMT -5
Ordinary: Ch. 9 YFWE
Jake knew he’d need to get to Grandpa as quickly as he could. However, he also knew that he could not rescue him with the party’s current state. He’d need someone else. Someone who might be able to help him...
“Fu, can you possibly provide a distraction for me? Just REAL quick?”
“Why’s that?” Fu asked.
“Uh... you’ll see, I guess. Just do it for me.”
“Jeez, no need to be pushy...,” Fu grimaced. “I’ve got just the thing. You, um... do your thing.”
“Alright...,” Jake stepped a few paces from Fu, watching the dog’s ‘distraction’. But as he did so, he realized something that he had never thought of prior; something that he probably should’ve already thought of.
The reason as to why Rose had left the restaurant.
She’d left because the Huntsclan had come to kidnap Grandpa! So apparently, Rose was still a part of the Huntsclan.
It would mean that, as much as he had disliked it in his own world, and as much as he had hoped that this dislike would not come true, Jake would have to fight her.
And so a chain of events would be set into motion. Rose didn’t know his identity as the American Dragon in the real world, and she, of course, wouldn’t possibly think of him being affiliated with the dragons of this world. Because Jake had NO dragon powers in this one. So she would have no reason to suspect him.
When Jake would reach Ellis Island, and the Huntsclan’s secret (or, not-so-secret, now) base, he would see Rose, an she would see him- and Jake could imagine the look of sheer disbelief on her face when he was spotted.
And, of course, the Huntsmaster, likely not knowing who this boy was, would think of him as a trespasser- a spy, perhaps- and she would be ordered to capture him, and maybe even... even kill him.
Such was the nature of Jake’s life in the real world. Such was his feelings. He never wanted to attack Rose during a square-off between the two foes. Even if she didn’t know his identity- yet- Jake knew hers. And with this knowledge, he would be absolutely unable to even lay a hand on her.
But his fears would have to subside. Unless if she, for some odd reason, wasn’t there, he would have to fight her. And at the Huntsmaster’s urging, she would too. True love is a terrible thing.
Jake stared from a distance at Fu’s ‘distraction’. It involved him wearing a blond wig, and a dress. As humiliating Jake was sure it was to Fu, no one had said that he had to dress up like that. Maybe he had a fetish for crossdressing. At any rate, it was working.’
“You can’t really have it your way at Burger King!” Fu announced in his best female voice. “I attempted to have my Whopper (TRADEMARK alert!) doused in barbecue sauce, but they would not allow it! How’s that for ‘having it your way’?”
Fu came over a few moments later. “I have officially convinced the locals to revolt against Burger King. Enough of a distraction for ya?”
“Um... yes, very good,” Jake grinned. He paused, before saying, “Chiang? Are you there?”
“You do know, Jake, that you are the only one that can see me,” a voice from above him said. “You easily could have called me earlier.”
“Ah, sorry,” Jake said.
“Yo, kid- who’re you talkin’ to? I don’t see anyone...,” asked Fu.
“Um... Fu, this is gonna sound crazy, but he’s here right now. You just... can’t see him.”
“What are you... hey, d’you mean that old guy standing behind you?” Fu pointed behind Jake.
Jake turned. Chiang, of course, was still standing behind him. And didn’t seem phased. “Uh... Chiang, I thought you said that only I could see ya.”
“And anyone else I wish to be spotted by. Which just so happens to be the talking dog.”
Fu’s eyes widened. “Hey, I know you... you’re-“
Chiang raised a single slender finger to his mouth to signify Fu to be quiet. And Fu did, although he seemed to have some words deep in his throat that he wanted to let out.
“So, Jake,” Chiang turned back to him, “What was it you needed?”
“Oh yeah. Chiang, it’s my Grandpa. He’s been kidnapped. I need your help to get him back!”
“Hm... sounds intriguing, but I’m not sure if I can.”
“What? Why?”
“It’s free will, Jake. I can’t interfere with the free will of someone from another world. It’s... just something I cannot do,” Chiang said.
“So, now what?”
“I suppose I can help you get there,” compromised Chiang. “But you’ll be on your own once you get there. You’ll have to save your Grandpa AND the American Dragon on your own.”
“Say what? The American Dragon?”
“Yes, that is who I said. The American Dragon was captured by the Huntsclan a few days ago. Lao Shei was instructed to save him. But he, too, has failed.” Chiang looked into his eyes deeply. “Jake... even without your dragon powers, it is in your best interest that you do this. For your sake... and this world’s sake.”
END CHAPTER
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