Disclaimer: I don't own them, I really don't, so please, don't sue, okay?

!Chapter 1!

"Hunt's girl, are you sure?" The echoing voice of the Huntsmaster rung throughout the library of his home.

"Yes, Hunt's master," Rose answered, her blue eyes set in determination, "The boy, he cast the djinn back into the chalice, I doubt he even knows what it means."

Rose had just returned from the school talent show, it was disappointing and she was going to leave, until she had seen the chalice. It had been defiled, with the '1st prize' scribbled on the front in permanent marker. But that was okay, she was going to just take it from the winner after the show, and she was waiting in the back for after he or she went backstage, but after she saw the power the boy used in reigning the djinn, with a fake wand and silly hand movements, she was thrown off. It wasn't a simple spell to be preformed! And for one so young to possess that much power, and not even realize it...

"Hunt's girl, he goes to your school, correct?" At Rose's nod, the Hunt's master continued, "I want you to get close to him, become his friend, and see what he knows, what he knows he can do. Understand?"

"Yes, Hunt's master," His pupil said, bringing his thoughts to clarity. If he could get the boy from the Hunt's girl's school to cast a few restraining or possibly deadly spells on...accident, the boy could be of much use. The Hunt's master needed that power.

"Go, and make friends with this...Spud."

And she was gone.

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"Oh, Gramps! You should'a seen it! I was flyin' around and fightin' the big bag djinn, right? Well, then Spud just starts talking, and saying this spell and then the djinn disappeared! It was tottally awesome!" Jake was raving to his grandfather, after having decided that they were to search for the chalice later that day, which Jake had lost on the subway. Jake liked the part where he was "About to beat it, Gramps, really!" and then got to the part about Spud's spell.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Jake, you say Spud cast the spell?" This was new, after having heard the story many times before this, this news made a difference, "Did I mention how only great wizards or other magical creatures could cast such a spell? The fact that he knew it at all was a wonder, but he said it and it worked?" Grandpa was amazed. Spud, Jake's...less than bright friend from school could actually be a magical being?

Jake stopped his re-telling of the showdown in the gym. Great wizard? Magical creatures? Only? "Gramps, you can't be serious, I mean, right? Spud's normal! I mean, not normal, normal. But he's not magical."

"There is no other way he could have trapped the djinn, Jake, I believe Spud may have been misleading you."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, time-out, Gramps!" Fu-dog, the ancient, talking furry bag of wrinkles, and the 'family pet' cut in, "The kid looked at surprised and amazed as everyone else! Couldn't it have been a fluke?"

Grandpa digested this bit of information, "Even if he does not know the power he possesses, we must tread carefully, if he gets too caught up in the spotlight, he may start using magic as a way to impress others, we must find someone to teach him...guide him." At this, the older dragon looked meaningfully in his grandson's direction.

"Who are you thinking of, Gramps?" Jake asked, but after his grandfather's long stare, a look registerred in his eyes, "Wait! What? I don't know anything about spells or wizards or...shouldn't we be looking for someone more, I dunno, qualified?"

"You're the American Dragon, kid! You can do it!" Fu-dog said, he needed to make a bet on the younger dragon later.

"It also means you must tell him what you really are, Jake." Grandpa said.

"Wait, I get to tell him? Can I tell Trixie too?" Jake asked his mentor.

"I would prefer you not, this is a matter between you and Spud, Jake."

"Aw, maaaan..."

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Author's note: Whoa! This is my first fanfic, and will probably be my only one for a long, long time. Does anyone remember the name of the chalice? Would anyone be interested in beta'ing for me? I don't know when my next opportunity will be to write another chapter, but I'll write it as soon as I think it. Once I'm more accomplished, I'll write on a better schedule.