Huntsclan History 101

This is a story I thought up about 2 weeks ago, again XD. I'm not sure how long this story will be, or the direction I will take it (I have 3 different scenarios), I'll decide later on in the story.

Note: Obviously, this takes place before homecoming. xDD


Warning: I do not own or produce the show of American Dragon: Jake Long. There will be no characters from the show will actually be named in this story, but the Huntsclan itself is property of Disney.

Chapter 1: Lesson One

It was in room 101, of the Huntsclan Elementary. This school was where all the younger students were schooled at, until they were old enough and/or experienced enough to be moved up into the Huntsclan Academy. The class currently in section in this room was a group of 7 8-11 year olds. And the subject they were currently learning was History.

Each one of the kids sat in separate desks. They all had their Huntsclan outfit, and their Huntsclan mask over their head (required to be wore at all times unless alone in their own quarters). It was their first day of this advanced class, and everyone was nervous out of their minds even before the teacher arrived.

About 5 minutes later, the double doors of the classroom shot open. A giant 6.5 male walked in, with a leader Huntsclan dragon skull placed on top of his head, allowing them to only see his sternly brown eyes. He pounded his size 12 feet down on the ground, as he made his way to the front chalkboard. He then grabbed a small piece of chalk, and wrote in bold letters: HUNTSMASTER MANUAL.

"My name is Huntsmaster Manual. You shall address me as Huntsmaster Manual, or Huntsmaster, but nothing else." As he spoke to the lower level students, he paced back and forth from one side of the wall to the other. "I was a commanding officer back when I was in the field. But I retired, to teach you little brats. So don't make me regret it." He suddenly stopped walking, and glared at a small male kid sitting in the first desk. This new teacher gave them chills. "Before we start out first lesson, any questions?" Frozen with fear, no one raised their hand.

Another unbearable scratching sound went through the room. Huntsmaster Manual wrote under his name the word: Dragons. "Dragons, the toughest magical creature our society has come upon. By the time you finish this course, you will be knowledgeable about the origins of these beasts, so that you can move up to upper level class where you can actually fight them off." He continued to speak. "Through this course, you will also learn about other magical creatures and their points in origin as well-"

As the teacher went on and on, one small student slowly rose up his hand. Once his hand was completely up, Huntsmaster Manual stopped pacing, and looked straight at the boy. "You there, state your field number." He ordered.

The little pudgy kid jumped to his feet and stated his number. "Number 93, sir…" Sweat dripped down his face, and dissolved on his mask. He then quickly sat back in his desk.

"Very well, Number 93…what is your question?"

The rest of the six children, including the Huntsmaster, looked at right at him. He wasn't use to being the center of the spotlight, like this. And his question wasn't even that important, but it was too late now. "Umm…Huntsmaster…this is Huntsclan History, correct?" He pulled out the top of his collar, to prevent his outfit from sticking onto him from the sweat.

Was this a trick question? Huntsmaster Manual lowered down his eyebrows and glared at the kid. "Yes, this is Huntsclan History room 101. What is your point?" He inquired.

"Well…shouldn't we be learning about us, how we got here, and stuff?"

Soon, other people started to convey to his remark. "Yeah, how did we get her anyways?" "You know I've always wondered that?" "What's the point of all this?"

"ENOUGH!" The Huntsman yelled, the room was now silent. "This may be called Huntsclan History, but it is not a course about the Huntsclan. This is a one year course, designed for you to learn about the history of our enemies." The silence in the students changed Manual's mind.

"But Huntsmaster, I want to know how the Huntsclan started. I mean, this place couldn't have been here forever." A younger girl stood up, and spoke her words.

Huntsman Manual sighed. "Do you really want to learn about our Huntsclan History?"

"YEAH!" The children yelled.

"Alright fine!" He grabbed out a small book from a nearby shelf, and set a wooden chair in the middle of the classroom. "But after this, we shall return to our regular studies."

He flipped through the pages of this…book. The students moved up their desks forward, so they might be able to hear. Manual stopped moving the pages, and looked up to his class, annoyed by the sound of the moving desks. "Everyone, get in front here!" He yelled out. Out of fear, all seven students sat up in front of the Huntsman.

Finally, he set his finger on the page he was looking for. "I will read to you parts from this journal, and try to recount most of our history by memory…." He moved his finger down each entry, trying to find the entries he needed. "The Huntsclan was actually founded just over150 years ago, dating back to the year 1837…"

This story will go back and forth from Huntsmaster Manual talking, to the narrator taking over and telling the story. You should know the difference anyways :).