"Man, this party blows!" I complained. "No music, no snacks, no dancing!?" My courteous mother Drew chided, "This isn't a party, Zak, this is a formal gathering." I pouted, disappointed as everyone else. No, not the Secret Scientists, which I think is the most bogus name in the world. But nobody asked me, as I've said before. But Fiskerton, my brother, and I. Komodo and Zon were happy as long as they had a full tummy of fish.

"Solomon! Aren't you a sight for old eyes?" cried an elderly man, who embraced Dad. "I haven't seen you since this year's convention! Will you be able to make it?'

"We'll see, Mathias. It all depends on these guys," Dad decided it was a good idea to mess up my hair. "Can I come?" I asked enthusiastically, bouncing up and down.

"Sorry, Zak. No kids."

"What? But why?" I whined. "Go get some punch for your mother, why don't you?" dismissed Dad. I stomped away, fuming. I knew Mom and Dad, and whenever they decided on something, it was final.

"Hey Dr. Cheechoo!" I joined the young scientist. "Not now, Zak. I'm having a very interesting discussion about global warming. Now you say that our ice polar caps are melting, but how do you explain..." I sighed dejectedly. Everything about this party was such a bore! Miranda Gray was an old grouchy hag, Odele, Henry Chiveyo and Arthur Beeman were just plain dull and weird, Talu Mizuki was just old; though being a Hibagon was still pretty cool, but Pachacutec was the worst of them all. "Hello, Zak," greeted a very warm Ulraj.

"Ulraj! You're here! Now this whole entire party won't be a complete bore - fest..."

"I'm just here for my piece of the Kur Stone. Everyone is recieving a piece."

"But you're just a kid!"

"And the king of Kumari Kandam, don't you dare forget!" Off Ulraj marched, his nose stuck in the air.

"Do I have to be here?" I growled to no one in particular. "And get me out of this monkey suit!!" I hate wearing tuxedos, especially ones too small for an eleven year old. Fiskerton growled alongside me, also unhappy. "Fisk? Where did you get that tuxedo?" Grumpily, he scowled, "Mom found one just my size." Chuckling, I whispering in his furry ear as I scratched them, "C'mon. I have an idea to make this a real party."

I guess I should explain myself before I go on. From all around the globe, we were fighting a battle, a war against V.V. Argost's insurrection. Of course, I was only eleven, but I was the biggest contribution to the Secret Scientist's, thanks to my powers and all. Good news was that V.V. Argost was in jail and the Secret Scientist's had the Kur Stone. Bad news, Fiskerton and I were stuck here in this bore fest.

"And where do you think you're going?" asked my mother. Fiskerton and I froze in our tracks, sweat beads sliding down our face.

"To…" I looked to Fisk for some help, but my attempts were in vain. Mom giggled as Dad swept her off her feet, twirling around as he midnight gown swayed and flowed. "No mischief, you two," Dad quipped.

"Ha! Mischief? From us two? Not a chance…" declared I, offended. "The mere thought!" I rambled, "My own Mom and Dad don't even trust me!" Fiskerton sobbed.

"Well," Mom thoughtfully noted, her head resting against Dad's muscular chest. "Think about it, honey. If Zak and Fiskerton are gone, then you and I…" She leaned in, her lips pressing against Dad's in a lip lock, her arms wrapped around his neck. I gagged, Fiskerton almost barfing.

"Okay, you got the surround sound set up?" Fisk gave me thumbs up. "I've got disco ball. Let's get this show on the road!" The Secret Scientists from all around the globe began to crowd in the mess hall. "Zak!!!" shouted my parents, staring right at me through the security cameras. With a grin, I jumped down the fireman's hole, Fiskerton swinging down along with me, a triumphant roar escaping his lips!

Everyone had their hands clasped over their ears, the loud blaring music shaking the ground. Turning the music down, I threw on a pair of sunglasses, trumpeted into the microphone, "This is Zak Saturday coming to you live from The Most Boring Party in the World, along with his assistant Fiskerton!!" With a grin, I put on an oldies classic. My raging mother and father stomped up the stage, fuming, "When we're done with you two…!!" I shielded myself from the fury of my parents, Fiskerton equally scared.

A low murmur rose from the crowd. I sang, "That's it, break it down and boogie!" The old and young alike both reluctantly began to dance. A boisterous voice in the midst of the crowd yelled, "I love this song!" Looking over to Mom and Dad, their faces were of complete surprise, although still remaining stern. "Aw, lighten up, will you two? Do you really want to kill these geezer's fun?"

They both glanced at each other, unsure. I looked over to the crowd of dancing old people, who looked like they were having the time of their life! The music blared as the lights dimmed, our successful plan was accomplished. "We are geniuses," chorused Fisk and I.

Our silver shiny robots were cleaning up the confetti after the dance party. "Was the confetti really necessary, Zak?" barked my father. "Aw, c'mon," I insisted, "You know that was totally awesome!!"

"Well, Zak? You know what?" My eyes widened as my mother approached, her white hair grayer than ever, her blue eyes flashing. "I'm not going to ground you both." Both of our eyes lit up. "You're not going to ground Fisk and me? Really?! Thanks!"

Mom shook her head, chuckling, "Nope." Fisk and I both sighed in relief. "You're going to clean up the mess hall. All by yourself."

We both fainted.

Our zeppelin hovered above the clouds at a cruising 40 MPH. Mom and Dad were engrossed over their piece of the Kur Stone given to them after the Kur Stone dividing ceremony. I bounced around them throwing question after question: "Where are we going? What are we going to do? What's that?" My mother, Drew, a curvaceous woman with pale white hair and her seductive eyes dressed in an orange and black jumpsuit, ran her manicured fingers through my white star – shaped patch of hair on my head, shushing me. My father, Solomon "Doc", a hulking muscular dark skinned man also dressed alike.

The distant flute of a harmony played in my head as we landed somewhere in the Amazon, the croak of tree frogs and the ruffling of bushes ringing in my ears. My eyes fell upon the enormous temple. "Oh cool!" I ran, I sprinted forward to the most eye – catching landmark, hopping and skipping over some rocks in the gentle flow of a river. "Hold your horses, son!" But I hopped on Fiskerton's shoulders, ready to explore the unexplored!

"What do you think this says?" I question my mother, who tried translating the strange symbols and characters carved in the stone of the towering temple. Mom translated, "I can make out a few letters here and there. 'Mountain, err, The Kingdom…' no; 'The Temple…' uh," her eyes widened, a sudden shock or realization. " 'The Temple of Kur.'" Now I was excited. Fired up and ready, I charged forward before crashing into the stone walls.

"Ouch!" My mom rushed forward, "Zak! Zak, are you alright?" I rolled my eyes. She dusted off my hair and kissed my forehead reminding me, "It won't be that easy. There has to be an entrance. Doc! You find any underground passageways yet?!"

"Only one, and it's very narrow! Not even Zak could get in," shouted my father back. I leaned against the stone characters, hypothesizing, "Maybe there are some secret words, like Open Sesame! Or maybe a key? That would be hard to find…But what about…!" The debris and a ominous rumbling shook the ground.

"Is it an earthquake?!" Slowly, a pattern of stone slabs sliding apart, revealing a dark gaping hole. The dust rose as we all coughed. "C'mon, let's go!" I dragged, already beginning to explore the dark caverns.

My fingers traced across the dusty worn away paint of the hieroglyphs carved into the wall. A large portrait of a lizard like dragon, its scales as dark as the midnight evening and claws soaked in blood, almost life size surrounded me!! Three extremely unfamiliar characters were repeated in an odd pattern, as if trying to tell me something. Suddenly, the words began to slide into focus, I could read them, understand them!

Kur.

Could it have bee another mystic hotspot?

An agonizing headache assaulted my head as I screamed, clutching my skull. "Zak!!!" called my parents, hearing my cry.

"It hurts!!!" I fell to my knees, sobbing. In the faint distance, I could see Mom, Dad, even Fiskerton running towards me. Closer and closer they approached, until they froze, not a sound, not a word escaping their lips. I groaned, writhing in agony. A fire flickered behind my eyelids as I felt an imminent terrifying aura nearing ever so closer to me.

I gasped, collapsing against the stone walls. Mom, Dad, Fiskerton, they weren't moving!! They were cold to the touch, frozen in the middle of time and space. There were footsteps. Heavy, they echoed in the darkness. Closer and closer, in the blackness I could make out a figure. Arming myself with The Claw, I held out the staff in a threatening position.

And with a daunting horror, I realized I was looking at a mirror copy of me. Could it be Zak Monday? No. This was an evil being. A monstrous being, whose shadow cast by a small dim, flickering flame was a demon. A dragon. Kur. "W – Who are you?!" I squeaked, my knees bucking.

My mirror copy's eyes glowed a deep purplish black as he smiled a toothy grin. "Don't you know who I am?" I was speechless as he continued. "Of course not."

My copy continued, "The year your idiot parents discovered the key to my power, the Kur Stone, you were born. Isn't that right?" I lashed forward with The Claw, crying out, "Shut up!!!"

"You wouldn't notice the spirit of the supreme almighty cryptid that's been asleep, dormant inside your soul even if I hit you in the face," he boomed. the creepy thing was he even sounded like me. Young. Strong gusts of wind that suddenly blew threw me off balance. "I am Kur. Many millennium ago, Zak Saturday, I ruled this planet with an iron fist as the supreme cryptid, above all!"

"What's wrong with my family?!" Dark energy seemed to pulsate in the chamber now. I fought back with my own, our powers clashing together. But I was losing a fruitless battle. Everyone chance I fought back; Kur gave me something else to fight with. Nearer and nearer he approached as I backed against a wall, tears slowly streaming down my face.

"The Saturday family, the ones who awakened me from my deep slumber. Guess I should have to thank you..."

"Gah!" I cried out.

"Tell me where the Kur Stone is, Zak Saturday!!" Kur demanded. I stammered, "I don't know what you're talking about! How do you know my name?!"

"So many questions… I'd hate to have to rid of such a bright, curious mind, especially of my own reincarnation from the modern 21st century …Now, Zak Saturday; I know you know where the Kur Stone is."

His maniacal grin, twisted and evil. "I'll never help you rise to power, you…you sick freak!! You're not even a cryptid, you're a monster!!!"

Kur's fingers traced along my neck, grasping it loosely. "So sad. You don't even know…I take it they didn't tell you, Zak? Pity." I glowered at him, inching away ever so slowly… "Don't you ever wonder where you powers come from, Zak? After all, this temple opened only for you..." Silence was my answer. ""Many millennium ago, Zak Saturday, I was born. Modern day, the 21th century, you're here. I am just like you, Saturday. I am Kur, the mighty beast that shall reign once more on this planet, feared by all!!"

Kur's grip around my neck tightened as he pressed his body close to mine, his poisonous reptilian – like tongue darting in and out of his mouth with rows of razor sharp teeth. Kur's eyes were a red, dagger sharp animal - like slit, which pierced into mine, narrowing. "You don't get it, do you?"

"Zak Saturday, you ARE Kur."