Disclaimer: I do own American Dragon Jake long or any of it's characters. Certain sections of this story contain references to episodes of ADJL which are the intellectual property of Disney and will be noted as such in the Authors Notes of the chapter in which they appear.

That's enough legal stuff for one day, right? My only request is that you give me until the second chapter to have you hooked. This Chapter is mostly all about Flandin, bare with me I promise the next one (which should be up when you read this one) will have more AmDrag in it!

Huntsmaster Flandin felt along the wall of the ancient temple. He was looking for anything that might lead him to his prize: The 13th Aztec Skull. He and his small complement of 4 men had been dispatched one week earlier by the HuntsCouncil. After gaining the trust of a local guide they had been lead deep into the jungle where they found the temple known as Tizoc, and their guide found his end.

Now the Huntsmaster stood alone in the temple scanning the walls for the final tool to bring the end to all foul magical creatures, his clansmen stood guard at the tree line. They'd been left out of contact with the rest of the clan for over a week, and were unaware of the events that were unfolding in New York City at that moment.


"--for the destruction of all Huntsclan!" Rose cried out to the Pantheon of Aztec skulls before her. Jake and the others simply looked on, astonished.

A wave of swirling black and green energy rose into the air. It expanded in all directions at once and as it grew the Huntsmen surrounding Jake and the others rose into the air as well. The green and black blanket that covered the city dissipated quickly but it didn't stop there...

The strange wave continued on its path, in one direction it passed over the Atlantic ocean toward Spain. In another it sped toward the border of Canada. It moved through New York, Pennsylvania, Virginia, the Carolina's, all the way down to Mexico, picking up Huntsmen scattered across the globe. The wave of Huntsclan destruction entered Mexico, it found the jungle, hit the tree line... And stopped.


Suddenly the eyes of the ceiling-high bust in the center or the temple began to glow blood red as did the ancient writing at it's base. Flandin hadn't noticed this writing before. He moved quickly toward it and activated his translator; after a moment the translator pinged it's completion, the Huntsmaster peered down at it. It read:

"The Protected."

This Confused Flandin, he hadn't done anything. What had activated the ancient security system? He didn't have to think about this any more, he was more concerned with the cries of his men. He knew those cries, they were cries of pure fear! He ran to one of the glassless window-like openings built into the temple wall. When he got there he immediately understood what had caused their screams.

He looked up to see a massive energy wave holding at the tree line. He watched in fear as Sanchez, who had been running toward the temple began to rise into the air, the mark of the dragon glowed bright green on his arm. Sanchez rose high above the temple and then disappeared in a violent burst of energy.

He could see the wall of energy beginning to move. It traveled at an arc around the temple. He knew immediately what the inscription at the base of the statue had meant. He ran to the opposite end of the temple, to an identical window. "Fall back!" He ordered, "Fall back to the temple!"

The Lower-level Huntsmen heard the order and quickly began charging for the structure, but the wave of death was too quick for them! They were swept into the air, when it was over he watched their capes and hunting staves fall to the ground.

He watched as the energy wave moved on; when he could see no trace of it he left the temple. He found Ramirez's stave and struck it to the ground. In a flash of green light he was gone. Huntsmaster Flandin didn't know what had happened, but he was going to find out...


Flandin Stepped off the teleportation pad at the Mexican branch HuntsLair. There was one of these in every major country in the world, several in the United States, and they were always bustling with Huntsmen. Everyone from Trainees, to Initiates, to Apprentices, and even a handful of Masters were stationed there. But this one was different...this one was empty.

"No one." Flandin whispered to himself as he walked into the hallway. And there wasn't anyone. As the Huntsmaster made his way to the communications room the only signs of life were the occasional capes and hunting staves scattered around the corridor. He moved faster. "I can'tbe the only one," he said to no one, "I can't be!"

He reached the Comm room and began fumbling with the switches. He pressed a button marked "Relay on all frequencies" and started speaking. "Attention all Huntsclan. Can anyone hear me? If you are out there please respond!"

Static...

He tried three more times and then called up a new screen: "Event recordings". Huntsclan activities are recorded and archived automatically via a micro-cam on each Masters helmet and with cameras built into all HuntsVehicles. He activated the search feature and ran a search for all recordings from the time frame of the strange . He sighed when the search results appeared: 2,485 matches. The clan had been busy, it seemed.

After two hours of watching clan regiments dealing with Goblins, chasing Unicorns, and hunting a Griffin egg, Flandin hit pay dirt. It happened in New York. The Regiment there had apparently found the 13th skull and attempted to make the wish without even informing their superiors! The video showed that something had gone wrong. An apprentice named Huntsgirl had betrayed her Huntsmaster and wished to destroy the clan. He knew then that he was the only one left, he'd only been spared because the power of the temple had protected him.

Flandin rested his head in his hand for a moment. The recording looped and what he heard pulled him back to reality.

"I'm sorry Jake" the betrayer said to the dragon.

"Jake!" Flandin sneered pulling up another screen, this time it was the New York City Citizenship Records. He cross-referenced the records with the dragon's human face and added the search term "Jake". The results this time were much more favorable: One match. He smiled as he read the boys information. "Jake Long," he mussed, "the American Dragon."

A/N I hope you all liked this one, I know it didn't have much of Jake in it but I will make up for that in the next one.

Like I said, please give this story until the next chapter before you right me off.

Now for the notation: Descriptions of the green light wave and it's effect on the clansmen as well as the scene involving Rose and Jake in NY is all from the Episode: Homecoming.

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