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From the Scrolls of Ancestors

Dragons and their Guardians are connected through the bloodlines, if a Guardian is born into a Blue Dragon bloodline, she will guard her family's Blue Dragon. The Guardian is physically marked with the colors of her Dragon when she comes into herself; her hair will take on the tinge of the Dragon's mane, as will her eyes. At the hour of her birth, the Guardian's Dragon will appear and touch its tongue to her skin creating a brand shaped as a dragon safeguarding its egg. This brand makes the Guardian aware of her Dragon's status and is a physical reminder of her duties.

Because they are connected, the Guardian may be prone to primal urges since Dragons have no human emotions. She would act without thought to the consequences, only to later regret allowing the Dragon overrule her. This is why Guardians are born rare, she must learn to balance both her human and Dragon natures or else be the destruction the world.


Saltwater rushed my lungs, my screams and struggles were useless against the current that trapped me. Fear filled me with a tightness that nobody was going to help me, no one was going to save me and I was going to die before I had even started pre-school. I was only trying to be a big girl and play in the waves like the ones my big brothers liked. 'Good-bye Mommy, Daddy, Xiao and Hung. I love you.' The deeper the currents dragged me, I began to let go, my four year old body drifted closer and closer to the rocks. I just about blacked out before a bone-crushing grip held onto me pulling me away from the rock but no less deeper until scary glowing fiery-red eyes swam in front of my face. Attached to those eyes was the face of a Golden Yellow Dragon grinning widely before it opened its jaws and –

I woke gasping tangled in my bed sheets, panting I pushed back my wavy raven black hair out of my sweaty face only to have a few stubborn golden locks stick to my cheeks. Of my family, I'm the only one with natural gold streaking my otherwise pure black hair. It is beyond annoying when I get asked where I get my hair dyed.

Letting my brown gold-flecked eyes adjust from sleep to the waking world, I turned on my side hugging the pillow to my head. The travel digital clock on my bedside read 5:22 AM, that stupid dream woke my earlier than I needed to be up. Oh who am I kidding, that was no dream despite what psychiatrists like to tell me; it was real and it happened when I was four.

My mom, dad, brothers Xiao and Hung, and I were on vacation in the Caribbean when I first encountered my Dragon. Of course being four at the time, I believed that I had been attacked by some horrible monster when the life guard had finally pulled me out of the water and taken to a clinic to rest. There I had met my best friend for life: Tyler Sims.

He had separated from his parents at the harbor and somehow managed to step on a crab. Earning a pinch on the foot that made him drop his chocolate ice cream cone.

&Flashback&

"Hi, I'm Tywer Sims. What's your name?" A little boy on the other cot looked at me curiously; he had a bandage on his foot, chocolate smeared around his mouth and messy dark brown hair. His bright blue eyes gazed at me innocently as though I weren't a hint of purple and shivering under a heavy gray blanket despite the humid hundred degree weather.

"I'm not s'posed to talk to strangers." I replied quietly, wishing that what I had just been through was just a nightmare, but the pain in my little air-starved body, the gold locks that now framed my face and the red welt that encircled my left wrist stated otherwise.

"I'm not a stwanger, I'm Tywer!" He cried indignantly as though the thought of being something as scary as a "stranger" was just scandalous.

"So? I don't know you."

"You're mean." The little boy may have looked angry and he may very well have been very angry, but I couldn't help but giggle at him. The chocolate and messy hair had turned his anger into something ridiculous. "Why're you laughing at me?"

"Because you're a goop face." I stated in between giggles.

Tyler glared before retorting, "Yeah, well you're purple!"

"I'm not purple, I'm Jin." But my giggles had turned to full on laughter. It wasn't too long before Tyler started laughing with me. With tears streaming down our cheeks, we were soon on the floor gasping for breath and clutching our stomachs. Until finally the laughter died and we just lay there staring at the grey tiled ceiling.

"I'm sowwy, Tywer. I'm just scared." My voice cracked from all the laughter as I became serious and sat up. Tyler followed suit.

"Why?" He looked at me with that awing protectiveness that made me instantly love him like my brothers.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He nods furiously. "I saw something reawwy scary in the water, but nobody'll believe me. Everbody's saying I made it up, but look," I show him the blood red welt on my wrist where the Dragon's tongue touched me now taking shape, "I never had this before."

"I bewieve you, Jin. We can be friends and I'll protect you, 'cause I protect my friends." Tyler touched my shoulder gently.

"Yeah, you'll be my friend, my best friend." And we sealed that promise with a hug.

&End Flashback&


Okay… so normally, you'd cue the harsh reality that little kids on vacation don't stay friends forever because their parents don't stay in touch. Wanna know the funny thing? My dad was the one that introduced Tyler's parents to one another in college only to loose contact after my parents' marriage.

Seeing the two four year olds on the floor hugging, both our families decided it would be best to stay in touch, and we did. Apparently our mothers thought to plan our wedding when we were old enough, ew gross. Luckily, my big brothers, at 12 and 14, intervened and took both Tyler and me for ice cream while the parents reconnected. Although, I think they just wanted to use us to attract pretty tourists as responsible loving brothers.


Anyway, I guess Tyler and I were pretty inseparable for a while, trading letters, pictures and the like; until we were about thirteen. Our conversations and letters were vague or less than ten minutes, or when we were together during vacation, it was awkward. At first, my Xiao said it was because I was a girl and he was a boy, we were both going through puberty. However, one day during Winter Break, Tyler and I found out why each of us was so distant. We both had a secret… a magic secret.

See, my secret is sigh I'm the Yellow Dragon Guardian, the first in at least eleven generations to even be a Dragon Guardian let alone to the Yellow Dragon. At the time I had nearly drowned fourteen years ago, my powers manifested and the Yellow Dragon saved me from death. Great, I nearly drown and get the responsibility of dragon-sitting dumped on my shoulders. Not that I don't like having powers, I just thought that when I found out about them I could never let my best friend, my protector ever know what I was capable of. At thirteen, my powers got greater with my developing body when they should have manifested like any other Dragon Guardian. And then, there's Tyler…

Tyler is the descendant of a group of powerful warlocks/wizards held together by a covenant of silence. He and his three friends, Reid, Pogue and Caleb, are all warlocks/wizards and could do just about anything when their eyes go black. It's actually really cool, but they hardly ever let me use mine. I'm thinking that Tyler is so desperate to protect me that I'm not allowed to power up. Whatever.

The four of them have been named the Sons of Ipswich because of two reasons, 1) their ancestors founded Ipswich colony as well as established the Spenser Academy and 2) their magic heritage that nobody is supposed to know.

Only now, I know too.


"Jin, sweetheart are you awake?" Mom knocked on my door before peeking in, thanks to that stupid memory I had been awake for four and a half hours. "Oh, you're already dressed...and packed. What time did you get up Jin?" Her voice no longer carried that British lilt it used to thanks to our traveling; although a diamond heiress, Mom preferred to have a profession in History, which is how she met Dad. Dad was on a fellowship dig for his university and somehow an argument turned into romance and a year later they were married.

"You know how my dreams are." I replied with a tired smile before she helped me bring my bags downstairs to the main hall. After having gone through eighteen sessions with a child shrink resulting in the same result, Dad finally told Mom and my brothers about his magical heritage and how it was passed onto me. Since then, Mom has been on a mini crusade to help me understand and reach my full potential of my powers. So far she hasn't heard anything pressing… until this past year. Dad got a call from one of his magic-obsessed friends in Shanghai about the Yellow Dragon and now I'm being shipped out to Spencer Academy to live with the Sims while Mom and Dad go to Shanghai under the guise of a millionth honeymoon/Archeological dig.


In the car, my gaze fell longingly on the palm trees and clear blue sky as we neared the airport and my dreaded departure from the place I have called home for the past eight years. And I don't even get to have my car!

"Jin? Is everything ready for Spencer?"

"Yes."

"You have your books?"

"Yep."

"How about your uniforms? They're different from St. Rita's."

"Yes'm."

"You aren't missing anything?"

"Nope."

"Be sure to call us everyday and let us know what is going on."

"Uh-huh."

"Jin Addiena Liu! Are you listening to me?" With a pained and cheesy grin I nodded to her before going back to staring out the window. Before Mom could reprimand me with a scalding remark, Dad finally broke in.

"Adrienne, she will be fine. Ben and Lucy will take good care of her, besides Tyler watches over her like a hawk." Dad pulled Mom closer. "If anything, our baby girl can take care of herself." He emphasized the fact that if I needed to I could always power up.

"But my baby's—" Dad cut Mom off with a kiss. After nearly 28 years of marriage, those two still act like newlyweds. "Oh Henry..."

"Oh, ew! Can you two please keep it rated G? At least until after I land in Ipswich." Oh my eyes, they burn!!!


So how was that? Yeah I realize I'm looking for approval, but can you really blame me?