DL: We have done a bit of work on this already. #101, you are going with the Kuan family. They are not the protector of any country, but they are still important to the Dragon Council. Huntsgirl of the North, the Longs – the American Dragon and his trainer. And finally, my personal favorite, Huntsgirl of the South. She's strong, smart, powerful, and somewhat wise. So I am proud to announce that your new home will be with the Dark Dragon's grandfather – Demon Dragon.

HG: good, I always wanted a black pelt. To complete my collection.

DL: Enough! Dragons, claim your possessions and the rest return to fight against the Huntsclan.

HG: Get your filthy claws off of me!

R: #101!

#101: Southern Huntsgirl!

HG: Northern Huntsgirl!

N: #101 was locked in the Kuan's guest room, Rose at Lao Shi's guest room, and Alex was just plain out in the open (still in her cage) in the Demon Dragon's living room. His true name was never known, so everyone called him the Demon Dragon. He was the only one to be potentially more dangerous than his grandson.

Lao Shi's Shop R: Jake, what's going on?

J: Don't you get it Rose? The Dragon Council is trying to capture all of the Huntsclan, and auction all of the minors off as pets. Everyone over 18 will be taken to a secret dragon prison. Aren't you happy? We finally get to spend some time together without the Huntsman getting mad!

R: You think he's not going to be mad? You're probably right. HE'LL BE FURIOUS! And what happens when I turn 18? Am I taken away too? (Ripping off mask). And don't forget Jake, I have a life outside of the Huntsclan! I'm Rose too!

Fu Dog: Look Princess, I had to bet a box of biscuits to save you from going to the Dark Dragon. Try being thankful!

The Kuan House

#101: You can't keep me locked in here forever! Mr. Kuan (MK): Just relax. You'll be here for a long time.

YD: Don't worry 101; you're not going to get hurt.

#101: that's 101 to you

Demon Dragon's Apartment

HG: I demand to be released this minute! Demon Dragon (DD): Shut it!

HG: The Huntsman will be on you faster than you can say, "I'm sorry." And then I'll have that final black pelt.

DD: (Slamming against the cage) Listen you! Several years ago, I was forced to train my ungrateful grandson. Everyday I had to suffer, while he became worse and worse. Once he was strong, he took everything that I owned. I had to deal with a punk then, I won't have the patience to deal with another!

HG: (hatching idea) So you're really not a bad dragon, like everyone thinks?

DD: Oh, trust me, I am. I just don't like it when someone tries to one-up me.

HG: Interesting.

DD: I'm not going to say it again. QUIET!

N: The Demon Dragon walked over to his chair and flipped on the television.

TV: In other news, a young 13-year-old girl has gone missing today. She was last seen entering the subway. An untold source was able to tell us that she has long blonde hair, and often wears a white shirt and pink pants, but may be currently wearing a uniform of a maroon color. She has blue eyes. Her most notable feature is a dragon shaped birthmark on her right hand. If anyone has any information, please call the number below.

DD: Wow, I never thought that the Huntsman was dumb enough to call this in. Oh, but I forgot, the Northern Tribe Huntsman actually cares for his Huntsgirl.

HG: Okay, now you're pushing the limit! You can say a whole lot of things about the Southern Tribe, but saying that they don't care for me is ridiculous! My Huntsmaster and I are one of the closest partnerships ever. He doesn't need the aid of the police!

DD: Sure, you say that now.

HG: How old are you anyway? I mean, what I've hear, the Dark Dragon is old, and so that makes you really old!

DD: Don't make me put you in the closet!

Lao Shi's Shop

N: That night, Rose dreamed hard. She had left he dream charm in her room accidentally, so it was just innocent regular dreaming. First she remembered herself as an infant. Being rocked back and forth in her Huntscradle by her Huntsnanny, always being under careful watch by the Huntsman himself. She then fell into a deep sleep. When Rose awoke, she was three years old and was beginning her major training to become a full member of the Huntsclan. The only blonde in the group, Rose was no different than any of the other toddlers – at first. Within the first week, half of the group had been eliminated and sent back to minor training. Rose was by far exceeding the rest of the class. When the Huntsman saw her perform, he took the liberty of personally removing her, and training her himself. She was thrilled. On the way to the apartment complex, she fell asleep once more.

Now when she awoke, she was the:

NH: Huntsgirl!

R: Yes Huntsmaster?

NH: Tomorrow night is the fall equinox hunt. We were unable to provide a dragon, but this will be your first hunt. You should be proud. I for one am very pleased.

R: Thank you Master. I won't let you down.

N: Now rose went to bed and reawakened as today's thirteen-year-old:

NH: Huntsgirl!

R: (Nervously) Yes, Master?

NH: How many times do I have to tell you? I want you to take the FIVE FIFTEEN train. Not the six o' five!

R: I apologize sir. This thing happened after school, and I missed the train by like two seconds!

NH: Tell me what this thing is, and I might dismiss it.

R: Well you see, Brad –

#88: Ooh, who's Brad? Rose's boyfriend?

NH: Silence!

R: Anyway, Brad and the jocks wanted me to go have smoothies with them after class. I told them that I had a lot of homework, but they literally pushed and shoved, and surrounded me, and then forced me to go to the restaurant. I tried to fight, but there were too many of them!

NH: Don't let it happen again.

R: Yes Master, of course not.

NH: 88,89, go to you room. I need to have a somewhat private conversation with Huntsgirl.

#89: Aw, why can't we stay?

NH: Now!

R: Yes sir?

NH: (Waiting for #'s 88 and 89 to be completely out of hearing range) Huntsgirl, what's wrong? Lately you haven't seemed yourself. Weaker, less motivated, not as dedicated as you once were.

R: Yes Master, I – I've been thinking a lot about my parents. I know that you said they died, and I really do appreciate you taking me in as part of the Huntsclan, but I can't help but think that I have some relative to talk to. An aunt, uncle, grandma, grandpa, brother, even a sister? I mean, it's possible, right?

NH: Ah, I knew a day would come when you would begin to ask about it. I did do some research on your parents. Honestly, you've come from a long list of orphans. You're parents' parents couldn't provide for them, and turned the two children into the fire department two days after your parents were born, no questions asked. Your grandparents' parents had left your grandmother on someone's doorstep, and your grandfather with a close friend who swore to uphold the secrecy of hi ancestry. So to make a long story short, your parents wanted to end the orphan chain, but unfortunately, well, you know the rest.

R: (Knowing he's lying) Yes, I think I have a pretty good understanding of it.

NH: Good, you're dismissed. (Rose turns to walk away) Oh, and Huntsgirl, now that that's cleared up, I expect a significant increase in your performance from now on.

R: Of course Master.

J: Rose, quick! Wake up!

R: (Yawning) What?

J: The Huntsclan's here, we have to escape now!

R: Jake, it'll look too suspicious if I leave willingly with you.

J: Then we won't make it look –

N: BOOM! The door broke down with the Northern Huntsman in the doorway.

NH: Dragons, back off!

J: (In dragon form) Or what Huntspunk?

NH: Or I'll just have to convert to violence.

J: Just give Huntsgirl and I a little alone time, and she's all yours!

NH: Fool! Do you even think for a second that I'd be dumb enough to leave you alone with her?

J: Well…