Hello! Aussie Dragon Girl is finally writing a story!!! Yay!!! I have never, ever; ever written a finfic before, so please don't be too harsh! I would love it if you would review my story; give your opinion, ideas and stuff!

Disclaimer: I don't own AD:JL (unfortunately…) but I do own all characters and story plot created by me!

Chapter One: The Phantom Dragon

Jake sat in the back of the classroom, with Professor Rotwood's German voice drifting in and out of his hazy thoughts.

"Dragon tears have many chemical properties." Rotwood lectured while pacing down the isle of students. "Even one dragon tear can heal any injury- even death itself." Jake rolled his red-tinged eyes and continued vaguely staring out the window.

"Heal death? As if." He murmured to his best friends Trixi and Spud. Nodding drowsily, Spud watched a fly buzz past his head and onto Trixi's slumped shoulders. Mythology class was always a bore, especially when Rotwood's facts were so far-fetched. Like when Rotwood claimed that fairy wings were made of pure 100 crystal (Jake nearly had a fit of laughter, knowing if the wings were pure crystal the Huntsclan would have captured them all in the blink of an eye), or when the irritating professor exclaimed:

"Once a griffin has found a suitable mate, it will have sexual intercourse and lay an egg once a month at every full moon." (Jake actually did have a fit of laughter, landing himself a detention) Jake, along with his best friends, knew these claims to be total bull due to the simple fact the short, black-green haired boy that was Jake was a magical creature himself. Not just any old magical being like a pixie or a sprite- but a dragon. The American Dragon. Even since his 13th birthday, Jake had been defending magical creatures day in and day out, defeating the Huntsclan (which had been destroyed for good sometime ago), putting a stop to the Dark Dragon (magical enemy #1) so on and so forth. But now Jake was 14, and almost finished with Middle School. Soon the summer holidays would come, and then- High School. It gave him tingles just to think about it. Just 5 more weeks of Rotwood's droning, and he would be free! Closing his eyes, Jake began to daydream…

Just 5 more-

"MR LONG!!!!" Rotwood smacked the meter (NOTE: I'm an Aussie so I go by meters, centimetres, kilos and kilometres. Sorry if it's a little confusing! XX) ruler on the desk so hard Jake toppled off his tilted chair and onto the floor painfully.

"Mr Long!" Rotwood repeated harshly. "Would you care to tell me the properties of dragon fire? Since you should know all about dragons…" the Professor added in an undertone, so only Jake could hear the last sentence. Jake's blood ran cold in his veins. Just before the Huntsclan was destroyed, Rotwood had tricked him into shaking hands, were one drop of brockiem (a chemical that could revert and dragon in human form to a dragon) was waiting for him. Uncontrollably, instead of Jake hand shaking Rotwood's it was his crimson dragon claw.

"Err- it um…" Jake said unsteadily, trying to keep his voice calm. "It can…burn stuff?" he asked lamely. A ripple of laughter rang though the class. Triumphantly Rotwood pulled out a pink slip of paper. A detention slip.

"I think you and me will be spending a revision time together after school today Mr Long." Taking the slip reluctantly, Jake slumped into his chair face burning with embarrassment. As Rotwood turned back to the front of the classroom Jake moaned.

"Gramps is gonna kill me…that's 3 detentions in 4 days! And all from Rotwood!"

"It's ok Jakey," Trixi said soothingly. "G knows what Rotwood's like."

"Yeah, and with the Huntsclan gone there's not much to do anyway." Spud commented. Well, Jake thought, that's true.

"Detention AGAIN? Aiya Jake!" Gramps stormed as his grandson explained why he was and hour late.

"Cummon G!" Jake said defensively. "He's got it in for me! He's knows I'm a dragon, and he's never gonna let me forget it!"

"It's true Gramps." Said the 600 year old shar pei, Fu Dog.

"True or not," Loa Shi said with a hint of concern. "You must not let him hold you down. Today we have an important mission." Dropping his gloomy attitude, Jake began to listen intently. Dark Dragon? Evil pixies? Another krylock? Maybe Santa went emo? Wild thoughts and imaginings ran through his mind. But as Gramps cleared his throat Jake abandoned them like unwanted garments. (NOTE: Did that sound really retarded?)

"There have been unconfirmed sighting on a pod of hydra-"

"Hy-what-now?" Jake asked blankly. So many magical creatures that I've never even heard of…

"A hydra is a large snake-like creature, but with legs. It resembles a krylock, but purple and much more challenging to defeat." Fu began while pulling out a thick volume of a magic book. "You see," he flipped a couple of pages until he found the right one. A hologram appeared of a violent purple serpent with 4 stubby legs oddly sticking out of the pump body. "If you cut its head off…" Fu swiped the hologram with a paw, and the head of the hydra disappeared with a puff of smoke. The purple creature withered like a dying flower at the neck where Fu had swiped, but with one mighty cried two more heads appeared to take its place, baring blood red fangs. Jumping back in alarm, Jake crashed into a brand new LCD TV.

"So the number of multiplies every time you cut it off?!" Jake exclaimed "WTF?!" Gramps nodded solemnly.

"I'm not certain you are ready for such a beast Jake," he said hesitantly. "And I can not assist you I- I am not in the condition of fighting at the moment…" peering at Gramps curiously, Jake picked himself out of the TV.

"What do you mean…?"

"Nothing that should concern you." Gramps snapped, back to normal. "Do you believe you are ready Young One?" Jake nodded determinedly.

"Hell yeah! This is the Am Drag you're talkin' to! I'm ready for anything! Let's tick some hy-thingy-ma-jiggy butt!"

"I've been every where man…I've been every where man…I've been every where man…I've been-" Fu sang loudly (not to mention off key). The dog and crimson coloured dragon were sitting in the middle of Central Park, bored out of their wits.

"Oh Fu! Cummon!" Jake spat irritated. "You don't even know the rest of the words!!!"

"Yes I do!" Fu said indignantly. "I've been ever where man….I've been to Karagon, Warrabong…Dingdong-err…giggiong!!!!" He invented wildly. Rolling is eyes skywards, Jake began counting the stars. 1 star…2 stars…3 stars…1 purple thing… Jake sat up. 1 purple thing? The giant purple thing moved into the moonlight, to reveal a snarling reptilian face and blood red fangs.

"FU! RUN!!!" Jake screamed. "HYDRA!!!!"

"No arguments here!" Fu called, ducking behind a bush. "Ok kid, I got your back! Get him at the base of the neck!!!! The base!!! That's the only way to defeat it!!!" Jake looked up at the hydra in a mix of awe and determination. Its red eyes were staring down at him- looking hungry. It gave a high-pitched roar and lunged at the American Dragon. But Jake was to fast for it, he had already launched himself into the air.

"Hey hydra!" he called teasingly, circling its head. "Come and get me!" The giant snake head followed the dragon, only meters behind it. The hydra gave another roar, this time in frustration and reared its body higher. But to its irritation, the dragon rose too.

"Nah, nah, nah nah nah!" the dragon dived straight towards the base of the neck, claw out stretched. The hydra may have been dim, but it was smart enough to know what the dragon was trying to accomplish. It lunged its neck into the dragon's path, blocking the base.

"WTF?!" Jake tried to avoid the neck, but his claw had already plunged deep into the monsters flesh. Deep red blood dripped from Jake's claw, stinging and burning. "AGHR!!!" cried in pain, as the blood stung even more. He whirled around in midair, and caught sight of the hydra, now standing with 2 heads. 2 brains… Jake though suddenly. 2 brains…2 times smarter… The pain in his right claw was now becoming so intense Jake had subconsciously landed on the ground, now bending over double.

"AHGR!!! STOP!!! STOP!!!" Jake screamed in pain. His vision was growing cloudy, and his voice was breaking. Roaring in triumph, the 2 headed hydra made its way forwards, taking its time. Watching its prey screaming in pain, falling to the ground helpless. Jake looked up into the eyes to the beast, he could see it was enjoying his anguish. Something caught his eye just past the head; a streak of brilliant emerald green against the pitch black sky. The hydra bared down on Jake, licking its lips in savage triumph, it opened its mouth; ready to devour the dragon. Suddenly, there was a blinding white fire surrounding the hydra; burning it. It roared, pain clear for all to see. The heat from the fire was so intense Jake close his eyes tightly, holding his throbbing claw in his left hand. Bravely, Jake open his eyes again staring straight into the white of the fire.

"Now!" came a voice from behind the hydra. "Get it now!" Jake understood what the voice was saying, and plunged his blood streaked claw into the beast's base of the neck. All at once the white fire vanished, and a high pitched roar, and a defining blast; leaving Jake unconscious.

"Hello?" a soft voice drifted through Jake's mind. "Are you ok…? Hello…?"

"Mum," the American Dragon murmured subconsciously. "I don't wanna go to school…" Wearily, Jake opened his eyes. He felt groggy and had a splitting head ache, but his vision was clear. And leaning next to him was a brilliant emerald green dragon. Her face was full of concern, and her eyes were a beautiful shade of deep brown but with a strange yellow tinge.

"Are you ok?" she asked again. For the first time Jake noticed a slight Australian accent in her voice, like she hadn't been there in a long time.

"Fine…who are you?" he asked trying to sit up. She pressed a claw to his shoulder, kindly but firmly keeping him down.

"I'm Alex Darke," Alex looked like she thought she said too much. "But that doesn't matter at the moment. Who are you?"

"I'm Jake Long…" he sat up again, ignoring Alex's claw. "What happened?"

"When the hydra was destroyed you passed out. I fixed your claw, but it still might hurt a little." Jake glanced down at his right claw to see it covered in some purple cream that smelt like lavenders, and it wasn't sore anymore. In fact it felt perfectly normal. What is this stuff? He though hazily, the fumes were making him sleepy.

"Don't sniff that too often," Alex warned. "You'll pass out again." They both stood up, and Jake got a full look at his rescuers appearance. Like him, Alex's under belly was yellow- but she was much more slender. At the end of the abnormally long tail was a small white flame, flickering in the moonlight. Her spines were the same white as the flame, and much smaller than Jake's green ones. While Jake's hair was black and spiky, Alex's was deep brown and wavy with a small flick at the end. Jake found his voice again.

"Why did you-"

"Hu gu gu!" came Fu's voice, thick with sleep. "That's gonna hurt tomorrow…" Jake suddenly remembered the shar pei, and hurried over to the bush where Fu had hidden.

"Fu! You're ok!" Jake exclaimed. Fu rubbed his eyes and sat up wearily.

"Kid! You did it! Oh that's great! I kinda…umm…passed out when it grew the second head, sorry 'bout that." Fu hung his head in shame.

"Nah Fu it's ok," he picked up the dog out of the bushes to introduce him to Alex. "I had a little he-" he looked around in the clearing- it was empty. Alex was gone.

"Say what? Where did she go?" he exclaimed. He had only turned for a few second, how could have she disappeared so fast? How could she just disappear…like a phantom? Fu peered up at Jake in confusion.

"Where's who?"

"No one…" Jake murmured and took off into the night without another word.

Whoooooooooooooo……Who is this phantom of a dragon? Why is she in New York? Why did she disappear at the sound of Fu's voice? Why…why…why? (those last these words are and echo by the way! P) Hope you like chapter 1!!! Chapter 2 coming soon!!!

Bye bye!

AH