The legend of the Cryptid speakers

"Fisk! Fisk! Up here!" Zak waved his hands back and forth, Fiskerton letting the Frisbee fly over Komodo's head and into Zak's open arms. Zak readied himself to whip it back to the Cat-gorilla, but Komodo's tackle ended the game. "Komodo! There's no tackling in Frisbee!" Zak hollered under the 250 pound reptile, which only began to chew on the red plastic disk.

"And there's no Frisbee in the bridge." Doc added, Drew standing over her son with her hands on her hips, the airship game of Frisbee over.

"Well, dear, I don't think they can play Frisbee anymore…" His wife replied, Komodo finishing his Frisbee meal. "Zak, we need to show you something we found." Zak managed to pull himself up, rushing to the computers with Fiskerton.

"Now Zak, your powers seem to be enhanced by artifacts such as the Claw, correct?" Doc supposed, his son nodding.

"Yeah, and some places we go to have weird spikes of power…" Zak shrugged, remembering that ice cave with the Amaroks.

"But, we found something interesting, hon." Drew began to upload images that looked like ancient parchment. "Long ago, in a time when England was just beginning, Cryptids wandered the earth like humans, and legend says they even communicated with them on a daily basis. However, only one family could really talk to the Cryptids…"

The picture finally loaded to reveal a portrait of a family of four, all in desert garb the resembled that of an old piece of India's culture. A mother, in faded purple robes stood proud and strong, her sloping features upon her lovely face making Zak think of his own mother. The father on the other hand, was decked in yellow and green, his face soft and encouraging, but held so many burdens. There was a son, who looked at least five years older than Zak in his blue robes, and was just a strong as his mother, the boy's dark hair flaring across his head. Yet the Arabian-like boy held some cockiness in the picture.

The girl was the last person Zak beheld, and struck some sort of chord in his mind. It felt like a weird sense of Déjà-vu or something such as that. Her long dark hair was adorned with beads like her red and orange robes. She seemed the least confident of the entire family from this portrait, but held the same features of beauty and faith as her parents.

"These… are the legendary Cryptid Speakers." Drew explained, bringing her son back to reality. "We haven't quite discovered the parent's names yet, but the boy is called Abhay, and the girl is Adia."

"A-di- what?" Zak asked.

"Adia. But it's pronounced Addy-uh. Or, at least, we think so." Drew continued, Doc paying attention to his son's reactions. "They were speculated to speak a long lost language that could make even the wildest Cryptid understand and stand tame. However, many wanted this language for horrible purposes, and began to seek the family out. Abhay died in an attempt to force the family to speak the language, and so did the father."

Zak turned to look at the family portrait once more, the boy and father's faces striking feelings of pity in the Saturday child.

"What about the mom and the girl?" Questioned Zak, Fisk whining in sadness behind them.

"Well, we think that the mother passed away the same way. The parents remains, as well as the boy's are buried somewhere in the middle of what's now Iraq, or Saudi Arabia." Doc picked up for Drew, placing a hand on Zak's shoulder.

"And Adia?" Zak asked, finding that the name was quite interesting to say.

"No one knows. Her remains haven't been found yet, but by now she would be dead anyway." Doc answered, Drew hitting a button to shut the computer down as the picture vanished.

"But if they're all dead, then how does this help me?" Zak said, confused to why the subject had even been brought up at all.

"It helps you because even if they're gone, the legend says more. The mother and daughter, in fear they would be captured, traveled the world before they vanished. They learned many tongues that could possibly fool any who desired the real Cryptidial language. In even more daring, or foolishness, they placed the language into a book that is somewhere where most of the family is buried." Drew concluded matter-of-factly, Zak perking up instantly.

"So we find the book, we find the speech!" Zak high fived Fiskerton, then immediately stopped. "Wait, if we figured this much out, what about Argost or Van Rock?"

"We don't know for sure Zak, but getting there ASAP would be best." Replied Doc, who began to advance to the controls with Drew.

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"It only took us a couple hours. Nice driving, hon, I thought that storm was going to push us back a whole day." Drew complemented, her husband only growling from the intense driving.

Zak launched himself out into the sun on Fisk's shoulders, Komodo and Zon enjoying the sun whole heartedly. He donned a desert flap hat and canteen like his parents, the eleven year old eager to jump into this adventure.

"Zak! Zak! Wait! We have figure out where we start!" Drew called out; bringing the boy and his three Cryptids back.

"How do you figure that, mom? There's mile and miles of desert out here!" Exclaimed Zak, his parents exchanging a smile.

"But there's our site right there." She stated, pointing to the far right.

An Archeological Site, quite big and booming, donned tones of equipment and workers. It was a bustling site to see, and hard to miss.

"How did I miss that?!" Zak sat on Fisk's shoulders stunned.

"Zak," Doc began as a jeep drove up to the family. "We like to introduce you to Dr. Phillip Darkofsky."

"Can I just call him Dr. D?" Zak smiled sheepishly, Fisk joining that grin. Drew shook her head with a smile, the grey haired man waving from the approaching jeep.

"Of course, dear."

"Saturdays!" Dr. Darkofsky hopped off the jeep with a bright smile and a cheery nature. "So, so good to see you after five years! And ZAK!" He looked up to the boy with a grin. "I haven't seen you since you were a tot! But I don't remember you being this tall…" Zak laughed from his perch on Fisk's shoulders.

"Nice to meet you, Dr. D." Zak smiled down to the Doctor.

"Drew, Doc! You haven't changed a bit." The Dr. gave Doc a handshake and Drew a hug. "What brings you to my humble abode?"

"Didn't I send you the e-mail?" Drew inquired, her white hair gleaming in the desert sun of Saudi Arabia.

"I rarely get to my computer these days, Drew. I've been so busy since we've found new remains of civilization here!" Dr. Darkofsky grinned, his blue eyes shining with excitement.

"What did you find?" Doc put in, the family preparing to get on the jeep. Drew, Doc, and Komodo managed to do just fine, but Fisk's weight tipped the poor automobiles' limits. "Sorry, Fiskerton."

"It's alright; we'll just… take a look around." Zak turned his attention to the dig site with glee.

"Zak, I don't think-" Drew started.

"No, no, it's just peachy. Discoveries are wonderful. Roam where ever you wish, Zak. But please, be mindful of sites with red tape. Some of my other workers, including myself dear boy, won't be happy if you managed to break whatever is near there." Dr. Philip Darkofsky ended on that… happy?... note and sped off with the rest of the Saturday family, Zon swooping after the jeep.

"So, what do you wanna see first?" Zak offered to his friend, the Cryptid not sure. He shrugged, Zak almost falling off his shoulders with a cry of surprise. "Watch it, Fisk!"

Fisk mumbled gibberish in reply, the two starting off into the dig site, Zak getting a weird feeling about the place. It made the sense of anticipation skyrocket within the Saturday boy.

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And that's it for now… Next chapter picks up really fast, 'cause I'm not that hot with beginnings.