Title: Prom Night

Summary: What happens when you're date is your worst enemy and prom is on your birthday? Choas, really.

Rating: T

Genre: Romance/General


Disclaimer: Anything to do with this show is not mine!

Author's note: I thought of this story just moments ago. It is now ten o'clock, and I have to get up at six o'clock in the morning to run around the neighborhood. It sucks, really. Well, that's what I get for being on the school cross-country team.


Chapter 1: Destiny

"Thorn, report," Huntsman said. In just a few seconds, a young woman was standing before him. She wore black cotton pants and a matching sports bra. Her blonde hair was braided, and she wore a mask to hide everything except her blue eyes.

"Reporting, Huntsmaster," she said, standing at five feet seven inches. She was tall for her age, seventeen.

"Thorn, you are almost eighteen years old," he said. Thorn nodded. "Unless you have slayed a dragon before your birthday, you will no longer be a part of the Huntsclan." Thorn secretly jumped for joy. She hated the Huntsclan. "Then I will have to get rid of you, because you hold too much information." This immediately stopped Thorn's excitement. "Unfortunately, you are following in your mother's footsteps. If this keeps up, I will have to do what I did to your mother." Thorn nodded. He had told her long ago how her mother had died just after she had been born. Her mother had been eighteen at the time, a young mother. Thorn had never seen her mother. The only family she knew of was the Huntsclan, but she knew there was, somewhere, a normal family who would have taken her in. Her father's family.

"Huntsmaster, I have a question," Thorn said. "Whatever happened to my father's side of the family?" Huntsman smiled mysteriously.

"Now that is a question that I have been waiting for you to ask since the day you were born," he said. "Your father...he was, well...different. He joined the Huntsclan by choice. Your parents never married, they were much too young. But they were very much in love."

'Like Jake and me,' Thorn thought, then turned her attention back to Huntsman.

"When your father joined the Huntsclan, we began finding the magical creatures faster, quicker," he said. "Somehow he knew where they were, but we were too naive to see through him."

"What do you mean, Huntsmaster?" Thorn asked. Huntsman smiled.

"My dear Thorn, your father wasn't normal," he said. "Look at your hand." Thorn held her hand up and examined her birthmark. She looked back up at Huntsman. "That is the symbol of the Huntsclan, yes, but it also means something else. Thorn, whenever you are near the American Dragon, your mark starts to sting, doesn't it?"

"Y...yes," she managed to say.

"It only happens around the American Dragon for a reason," Huntsman said. "You are not only Thorn, but you are a dragon as well."

"What...?" Thorn choked out.


Well, it's ten thirty. Time for sleep. I think I might grab something from the kitchen first...I didn't have any supper. Goodnight and review please. The first reviewer gets a Pop-Tart, in any flavor you want. If you don't like Pop-Tarts, too bad. That's all I have. See ya.

-Ayla-