Prolouge

"What is taking so long," I mused, "I mean, come on!" I said exasperated. I started pacing back and forth, across the abandoned subway.

"It's not like she has anywhere else to go," I muttered to myself, "Who else is waiting for a talk with Death?"

Whoops, you weren't supposed to see that for a while. I guess I offer you an explanation. Well, sorry but I can't give you one. Sucks to be you.

My name is Jake. Jake D. No, I am not going to tell you what the D. stands for. If you're smart enough, you will figure it out. If you don't, or can't, you probably shouldn't be reading this. (A\N whoever figures it out first, the name of a character of their choosing will appear in the story.)

Like I said, I think I owe you an explanation. Because I can't give you one, I will just have to tell you everything from the start. But, where did it all begin. Lets see, there was that time I set a dragon on fire. How that is possible, I don't know. But, hey, the dragon didn't complain for long, (stupid yellow powder.)

Or maybe it was that time that a skull warrior winked at me while I was playing goalie. For some reason, my team didn't understand how the soccerball hit me in the head, and we all know I wasn't going to tell them. If they wanted the nightmares, that's their business.

Or was it the time that my own friggin shadow attacked a gang sneaking up on me. I mean, WTF. And no, I don't mean world taekwondo federation. If you have ever been confused, multiply that by 5 billion and you might understand what happened. MY F***ing shadow attacked a gang trying to jump me. That sentence is the equivalent of saying Chuck Norris is on steroids. It is impossible.

But, it was probably that birthday when all of this was explained to me. How I found out I was a shadow knight. No, I'm not going to tell you what that is either. Oh, and that was also the time I got the strangest, yet coolest, gift ever.

I woke up to a cold winter day. It had just snowed twenty feet outside. Okay, maybe it was just 3 feet. FINE, it was a couple of inches, but it was enough that I couldn't see the ground. I was grinning ear to ear.

My house on the other hand, was nice and warm. I ran downstairs to see my dad was cooking breakfast. We were having chocolate chip pancakes. I tried to sneak up on him, but he saw me like he always does.

He said, "Good morning, how did you sleep, did you have any dreams?" "No." I responded. I wondered what he meant by that.

"Hey dad, what day is it." I asked. "Is it Little Christmas?" he wondered.

"Yes, but no." "Is it Chanukah?" he questioned. "Wrong again."

"Is it… Kwanza?" he guessed. "No." I stated starting to get pissed "How about… boxing day, that's it isn't it?" "N-O."

"It's got to be … five days before New Years eve."

Now, I am going to give you a choice. Due to the concerns of parents I am not allowed to curse in this story's first chapter, SO you can get choice a. b. or c.

Choice a.: you skip this sentence of rebuttle and just think that I informed my dad firmly that I wanted the real answer of it being my birthday.

B.- you can get the "parent approved" version which is: "Holy Fudgicles no, it's my birthday gosh Fudging darnit you piece of sugar."

C.- you get the part bleeted out, with some extra bleeps: "Holy F*** no, Its my F***** birthday God F***** damn it, you piece of S*** **** ************************8."

"Ah well, I knew there was something that I forgot. Well, all kidding aside you turning thirteen is a big matter. It's going to raise a lot more questions than answers, and your going to have to figure most of them out on your own. But first, what you have been waiting for," My dad says while pulling out something from behind him, "your gift."

I take the gift from his hands, excited. I couldn't tell much by the outside, which was just a black box. But, when I took a closer look, it wasn't just black. It looked like the scales of some reptilian creature, dragon maybe, I dunno, and well, it shimmered.

Let me say that last part again, the black scaly box shimmered.

Anyway, I thought that it was a cool box, but on with the show. I wanted my present.

So I opened the lid. I let out a whine of disappointment. What I saw in the box was… nothing. That's right a plain black bottom. At least, that's what I thought.

When I put my hand in it though, I felt something. I grabbed down and pulled some sort of scaly, yet soft cloak out of the box. But that wasn't the cool part. What, may you ask was the cool part if the black almost friggin invisible cloak wasn't, glad you asked.

Inside that box, wrapped up in the cloak, was a black obsidian sword.