Disclaimer: I do not own American dragon Jake long, only my characters
'So this is New York.' I thought to myself 'I don't like the tall buildings, if I turned into my full form I kill someone. This is my first dragon council mission. I'm to assist the American dragon with any and all current missions and train under his master.
The towering skyscrapers and rush of people, the "interesting" smell and ear killing sounds. Ugh.. no wonder my father hated humans. The were suffering people on the street begging for money and being ignore as if they were invisible. Just ignorance from their own kind, it's sickening
The tall towers, speeding cars, and ever arguing people created a hectic scene , how could any dragon train under these conditions. I look at myself in the reflection in a window. My build is fair, not super fit, but a runners body. I'm black, African American, a Negro, whatever you may call me. I don't really care much, its your choice. My Black hair is cut close to my head. My face has no really defining marks, just the average, save my slightly pointed ears and and black and red cat-like eyes, How I despise my parentage. I wear sunglasses to cover my eyes and say their contacts if someone notices, not that I really care what people think, I stopped caring along time clothes are just a white tee shirt, a dusty gray windbreaker, jeans that have be torn a the knees, and battered Jordan's. What draws everyone's eye is the huge black steel sword that sheathed on my back.
Darksoul, the blade I carry is a gift from my father for when my powers first surfaced, the black steel was as dark as night and is sharp as a full dragon's claw.
I wander though the city until night a wait for the dragon master to meet me. I check the note. 10:00 at the park near the old electronics shop.
The park is quiet... too quiet, even at night there are sounds of owls and other night animals. But nothing, no chirps of crickets, no owl sounded, just dead silence.
Suddenly I hear the sounds of battle. The American dragon Jake long is fighting several members of the new Hunts clan, a cultist group who worshiped the huntsman as a god and took up their mantle as dragon hunters. I charge into the fray with my sword drawn and utter only two words "Dragon up!"