The Blood That Binds Us
"The blood that binds us is eternal," sneered his masked adversary.
Jake Long the almost forty-year old American Dragon, roared in frustration and pain, "How could you do this to us!"
The masked opponent shook his head with mock pity, "Poor Jake Long, not even realizing that you were being manipulated from the very beginning,"
"My son," said Jake, utterly defeated, feeling the weight of the magical sphere above his back, pressing into his very core. He could feel the muscles in his back begin to strain beyond imagining. It was beginning to bleed through his scales.
The masked figure looked stunned, as if in disbelief that the American Dragon could discover his identity. He was so certain that his age, his grief and his complete and utter trust in him would prevent him from ever finding out. He had underestimated him, but that no longer mattered.
The masked fiend pulled the mask from his face, revealing himself to be the one whom Jake feared most.
"How could you do this to us?" moaned Jake, he could feel his magic seeping from his flesh, "your entire family,"
His son shook his head once again, hatred filled his eyes, "You are all weak in my eyes father, and you shall all bow to my power,"
"I should have known the identity of our enemy from the start…but my heart and the love of a father for a son, prevented me from seeing the pure evil that he had become…and would eventually lead to the end of the world..."
Jake Long
Two Months Earlier…
"Damn it, Damian Jonathon Long! Get out of the bathroom already!" shouted Justin Long. The fourteen year old son of both Jake and Rose Long stood in only a towel, tricked out of the bathroom by his older brother.
With dirty blond hair, and a great smile, the handsome young dragon was the second to be trained by his father, the powerful American Dragon.
"Language," muttered Rose, his mother as she passed through the corridor to the staircase, "and be sure to be ready for school," she paused by the staircase and gave her son a wink, "even the playing field Justi,"
Justin grinned, "Thanks for permission mom," he planted his feet squarely on the floor, "Dragon Up!"
His dragon form immediately materialized. He was a dark red dragon, with a similar green design to his father. Justin Long was blessed with an amazing amount of strength, more than his proportionate dragon strength. It had something to do with the ancient magic that bound his mother's blood to the Huntsclan.
"I'm coming in there now Damian!" shouted Justin, using his tail to unlock the door, "and I'm gonna take pics of you and post them on Facebo-,"
The door swung open quickly, allowing a thick wave of steam out of the bathroom.
"Come on little brother," said Damian, his much more mature and even more handsome older brother. With almost jet black hair, and an even more spectacular smile, the almost seventeen year old was Jake Long's most promising student, the surest next in line as the American Dragon.
Justin stuck his tongue out in annoyance at his older brother, before reverting to human form.
"I wish you would grow up," muttered Damian with even more annoyance.
"And I wish you would stop beating me to the bathroom every morning, how do you do that?" said Justin.
Damian managed a small smile, "I set your clock seven minutes behind,"
Justin's eyes widened, "Son of a-,"
Someone cleared their throat loudly, "Language," said Jake Long, the American Dragon. He stood in the corridor, his hands on his hips in mock disciplinary mode, "keep up the good work boys," he ruffled both boys hair and walked downstairs.
"We have to get to school," said Damian, "and you haven't even finished bathing yet,"
"No thanks to you," muttered Justin, he watched his brother walk away and sighed, "I'll never understand you Damian,"
A story idea I had in mind, should I continue this fanfic or not? Will work on both this and the Thousand Year Curse.
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