Not sure how I thought of this one, but I figured it would make a good fanfic. It's post Hong Kong Longs, as many of my stories are.
Jacob Luke Long, Jake to most people, an average boy in an average world. A dragon, destined to protect a not-so-average world.
Everyone who knew him would say that he was loyal, selfless, and dedicated to good over evil. He shared those qualities with his three best friends, Rose, Trixie, and Spud.
No one would have ever believed that these four teens would be convicted of murder. A murder that they did not commit. A murder they were framed for.
How did this whole thing start? It started as any other bad thing would. It started as a normal day.
When school let out for the day, the four friends had gone straight to Canal Street Electronics, owned by Jake's grandfather and dragon master, Lao Shi. Now, Trixie and Spud were locked in competition for first place in Spud's new racing video game.
Jake, on the other hand, since the defeat of the Dark dragon, had begun to take his dragon training more seriously than ever. Every day after school, he meditated for a solid hour before moving on to his usual chilling, hanging out, and goofing off.
Jake hovered in the air in a cross-legged position, his eyes closed, his breathing steady. Rose sat nearby, reading. Both paid no heed to the shouts from Trixie and Spud.
"Out of my way, Spudinski, that trophy is mine!"
"No! I shall be the owner of the illusionary cup from the world that doesn't exist!"
No one seemed surprised or worried when the small messenger pixie flew into the shop. But they would have been, had they known the contents of the message she carried. "Sign here." she said in her usual gruff, monotone voice.
Jake signed his name on the paper attached to the clipboard, as he always did. The pixie handed him an envelope, then flew off to deliver the rest of her mail for the day.
Jake opened the envelope, curious about its contents. He withdrew a perfectly creased sheet of paper. Unfolding it, he began to read aloud its message.
"Jacob Long, Trixie Carter, Arthur Spudinski, and Rose must report to the following address for their trial this Saturday at 2:00 PM."
Jake cocked his head in confusion. "What's that supposed to mean? What trial? I don't recognize this address."
Rose, Trixie and Spud gathered around him. The four friends studied the letter carefully, but none could recall any incident that could lead to a trial.
"Hey, Gramps." Jake called. "I think you should see this."
Lao Shi entered the front room, with Fu Dog trailing. The elder dragon plucked the letter from his grandson's hands. "Mmmm, strange." he said dubiously.
"What should we do?" Jake asked.
"Go to this place," Lao shi replied "But," he cautioned. "be wary. It could be some sort of misunderstanding, but it could also be a trap"
"We'll be careful, Grandpa." Jake promised.
Perhaps easier said than done.