Okay, well, here's chapter one. It took me forever to work on it, but I got it done! Also, here's the summary.

Summary: AU She wishes she could undo all the pain. She didn't understand it at first, but now she realizes that it was wrong. She wanted to go back in time. He wanted to find her. To find her, and to kill her. He had once loved her so much. But now he only had one feeling towards her... Hatred.

The True Meaning
Chapter 1; The Unknown Reasons

"Mom! Dad! I'm home," Eighteen year old Jake Long shouted as he smoothly walked into his New York home. He walked into the living room, looking around for anything out of the ordinary, and noticed that there was no one there. He walked into the dining room, and found nothing, not even Hayley working on her homework. Something was wrong. He found himself in the kitchen, and soon found that the only thing stuck on the fridge was a sticky note, with a note scribbled on it. Jake slowly took it of the fridge and read it.

DEAR JAKE,
SOMETHING HAPPENED AT GRANDPA'S SHOP. PLEASE GO THERE AS SOON AS YOU GET HOME, IT'S VERY URGENT.

LOVE,
MOM

He frowned and threw it down into the trashcan. Anger rushed through his blood as he picked up his skateboard. He threw open the door, and let his skateboard hit the ground, and he quickly started to skate towards his grandfather's shop. He dodged the pedestrians, trying to get there as fast as his skateboard could take him, and he had gotten there in record timing. Jake grinned to himself as he made he was around the corner, proud of his accomplishment, but his smile soon faded as he saw the unexpected in front of his grandfather's shop. There were police cars all around, and there was the weird orange tape surrounding the building, with crowds all huddled around it. Jake made his way through the crowd to the front, where he saw Hayley talking to a big, muscular police man, tears pouring out of her otherwise beautiful eyes.

"Hayley!" a nearby police man took a step towards Jake and glared at him, ready to pound, but Hayley reassured the men that Jake was her brother, and he was soon let in. He ran up to Hayley, and picked her up. Hayley wrapped her arms around her big brother's neck, and cried softly into his shoulder. He just stood there for a moment, hold his baby sister in his arms. He didn't know what was going on, but he softly rubbed Hayley's back, telling her everything was going to be okay.

"No, Jake, no it's not. Everything ISN'T going to be okay…" Hayley whispered as she lifted her head to look into her brother's eyes. They were so much alike, it was scary. Jake would never admit it, but he knew his sister had just as much determination, and strength as he did, if not more, and it scared him to see her like this; so weak and helpless.

"Why Hayley," Jake replied as he whipped the tears off of her face, "Why isn't everything going to be okay?"

"Because.. Because… Because grandpa is…" Tears again began to fall from her face, and she buried her face into Jake's shoulder again. Jake didn't mind the wetness on his shirt; he just wanted his little sister to be okay. His mom and dad walked out of the store, and immediately rushed over to their boy, and engulfed him and his sister in a group hug. They stood like that; a family that had just been through something very traumatic. His mom let go after a few seconds, and Jake got a good look at her. She was pale; sickly pale. Her eyes were red and puffy, as if she had spent the past day crying. His father looked better, but not by much.

"What's going on?" Jake finally had the will power to talk. His mom looked over at his dad, worried, scared.

"Jake," his mother started to say, but tears started falling, and she never got to finish her sentence. "Jake," his father repeated, "Your grandfather was… killed. Murdered. He's gone."

The words echoed through Jake's mind as he stood there. He was frozen solid, unable to move, or think properly. The only thing that was on his mind was his grandfather. His DEAD grandfather. Murdered. Right in the safety of his own home. Jake vowed that he would get the person who had done this to him. He looked up into the sky, and prayed that everything was going to be okay in the end. Then, he noticed something – no, someone – on the building across the street. The building was a good five stories high, but Jake knew who it was. He knew why she was there.

Rose.

The two seemed to be locked in a stare. No words were exchanged, but Jake knew why she was there. He knew what she had done. Why? Jake seemed to think to himself as if she could read his mind. Why kill him? Jake wanted to scream. He wanted to go dragon, and just fly up there and chop her up into a million little pieces.

But he knew that wouldn't bring his grandpa back. He took a deep breath, and then looked down at his parents and sister. Although mourning for his grandfather, Jake was thankful that no one else was hurt. Or worse. He promised himself that one day, he'd find Rose again, and ask her why she did it. He had to know. He just had to.

Jake shot straight up, sweat trickling down his face. It was another dream. Another dream of Rose. It was hard to imagine that just a few short hours ago, she had murdered his grandpa. Jake took a deep sigh as he looked at the clock. 3:00 AM. Jake let out a groan as he threw his legs out of bed, and headed downstairs towards the kitchen.

His mom was sitting at the kitchen table when he got down there, drinking a cup of hot chocolate. "Hey mom," he whispered as he walked into the room. His mother gave him a small smile, not the least bit surprised that he was there. "Who you like a cup of hot chocolate, Jake" she asked. Jake nodded as he sat down at the table, and his mom got up to make it for him. She got out a cup, and then went to the fridge to pull out the chocolate syrup and milk. Jake sat there in silence as he watched. His mother was busily working, mixing the milk and syrup together with a spoon. She finally put it in the microwave. After a few minutes, there was a soft beep, and his mother pulled out a steaming cup of hot chocolate. She handed it to Jake, and the two sat in silence for the longest time. It wasn't until then that Jake really got to look at his mom. Her skin was unusually pale, and she looked as if she hadn't been getting any sleep, and she had been crying for hours. It took some effort for her to lift even the simplest things like the cup of milk, and Jake had began to worry, but before he could say anything, his mom started to talk.

"Jake," she whispered.

"Yeah mom?"

"You and your sister… I want you to… I need you to take you sister, and go as far away from here as you can."

Jake sat there, staring at his mom. To his surprised, he wasn't shocked that she had said that. In fact, deep down inside he knew that he would have to do that very thing. But there was this nagging part of him that didn't want to go. His friends were here, his family. This was where he was born, and he had planed to die in New York as well. No, he couldn't leave. Not yet anyway. And what about the American Dragon? Was he just supposed to disappear all of the sudden, leaving the magical creatures of NYC helpless and scared? No.

"But mom –"

"Don't 'but' me young man! You and your sister are going to leave tomorrow night, and in the meantime, you and she are not allowed to go anywhere except home and school. Do you hear me?"

Jake had never seen his mom like that. She wasn't yelling, no she was to week for that, but her voice was stern and strict, yet somewhere in there, there was a little girl's voice, scared and helpless, and she was urging him to go. Jake simply nodded. There was no arguing with his mom. Once her mind was made up, it was done. He took one last gulp of his hot chocolate, and whipped the milk mustache off with his sleeve. He said good night to his mom, and slowly walked towards the stairs. He would have to figure out a way to tell Trixie and Spud that he was leaving… maybe he could tell them on their way to school. Or maybe he shouldn't tell them at all.

"Jake," his mother said as he reached the door way of the kitchen.

"Yeah mom?" He turned and looked at her. She looked frail and week. Jake bit his lip to keep himself from crying.

"just… be careful. And don't tell anyone you're leaving… especially not Trixie and Spud…"

Jake just nodded, and headed out of the room. So much for that idea…

Okay, Chapter One is up and running! What do you think? This chapter is before the prologue, as will be the three or four chapters after it. I know, killing Lou Shi is totally not cool, but it goes better with my story, I promise.

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