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Ch. 2: Winds of Change

"What do ya think we should do?", Fu asked after he had been briefed on the events in the cave that had occurred a few hours prior. He and Grandpa stood over the near-lifeless body of Jake, the up-and-down movement of his chest being the only real reassurance of life.

Grandpa seemed to saturate this question as much as he could before answering, "I do not know."

But of course he wouldn't. After all, even in his seemingly infinite wisdom, the old dragon was simply dumbfounded because neither he, nor the Huntsmaster, had known what the artifact they had been after actually did. And, it appeared that not knowing this would leave a lasting impression on the both of them.

"Hey... don't sweat it, Gramps", Fu tried to comfort him to the best of his ability, although any act of doing so seemed rather pointless, "Maybe he just needs the night to sleep; he might feel better in the morning..."

"Thank you, Fu. You are very kind", Grandpa thanked him, but didn't budge, "However, I think I would rather stay down here with Jake tonight. You go on to bed."

"Bed! Hell, Gramps, I'm goin' out clubbin' tonight!", exclaimed Fu happily, "I got a reservation at Seasons Night Club. Heard of it?"

"No."

"Well, that's 'cause you're not 'hip' with today's trends, unlike myself", he said, "FYI, Seasons houses some of the most famous celebrities from around the world!"

"Oh?"

"Yeah... so, um... have fun with Jake tonight!", Fu waved goodbye as he walked out the shop's front door and onto the sidewalk outside, heading toward his destination.

Grandpa sighed, looking down once more at Jake, "I wish I could have 'fun'", he said, "But I am concerned that... Jake could possibly not last through the night."

(End)

This possibility haunted Grandpa throughout that night. Jake only stirred once, mumbling incoherently when he did so. At about 2 that morning.

Strangely enough, the exact same thing happened at the Huntslair.

The Huntsmaster, for the first time in a while, was actually a bit fearful. Fearful for the well-being of his niece, Rose. For he hadn't known what had happened to her. He didn't know her condition- could she be dying? All he knew was that she was unconscious, and the American Dragon was having the exact same issues.

But, just like Jake, at two that morning, she, too, said something...

But what?

It sounded like...

"The winds of change are upon us..."

But was that really it? Their voices were so unclear...

But neither the Huntsmaster nor Grandpa thought anything of it.

Speaking meant life. And that meant that their pupils were still alive.

But for how long?

It was about four AM when Grandpa finally dosed off. Fu had yet to come back, and he was tired.

But upon awaking the next morning, there was a startling sight to behold.

Jake wasn't lying there anymore.

In fact, albeit creepy, he was staring at Grandpa from across the room.

"Good morning...", he said sinisterly.

"Jake!", Grandpa got up quickly, "You're..."

"Alive? Well, yes. The same?", he smiled wickedly, "Not so much."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"What do I mean, old man?"

"Old man... Jake, what is wrong with you?"

"I see everything clearer now", Jake said, "And it doesn't involve your stupid dragon ways..."

Jake concentrated, bringing his arm forward. And within seconds, a large weapon appeared in his hand.

Grandpa knew that weapon. All too well.

"It's a..."

"Property of the Huntsclan", Jake grinned.

Grandpa's eyes widened in disbelief.

What was going on? Had Jake... switched sides?

(End)

Rose groggily awoke that morning, finding herself on a couch in the Huntslair. She couldn't remember a thing... why was she there?

What had happened? She slowly sat up, her bones aching as she did so. She remembered... she went for the artifact, she and Jake did. But... what about after that?

"Good, you're awake", the voice of the Huntsmaster came behind her.

She quickly stood, and turned around to face her uncle. But in doing so, a wave of nausea seemed to come over her, and she sat back down.

"Something the matter? You don't look too well...", he said, a hint of concern in his rough voice.

"Uh... no, nothing's wrong", she lied, an awful feeling in the pit of her stomach rising.

"Well... good. You had me worried", he said, and began to walk out of the room.

Rose sighed, and put her hands over her face. There WAS something wrong with her. But... she couldn't tell what.

"Ow!', she yelled, taking her hands from her face. Something had pricked her forehead. Something sharp. But what?

She brought her hands up to her eyes and saw... the tip of a silver claw poking out from one of her fingers.

"What the..."

She watched in horror as he hands twisted and curled, the skin on them becoming yellow and scaly, and claws forming on the other fingers.

Like a dragon's claws.

"Rose, I heard you yell. Is something the matter?", the Huntsmaster asked as he walked in. He saw her and froze dead in his tracks...

END CHAPTER

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