He landed in an alley beside the shop. He barged in through the side door.
"Gramps, Mom and Dad and..." He stopped short at the scene in front of him. The huntsmaster had been in the middle of torturing him when Jake had burst in, Hatred burned in Jake's eyes. He grabbed the Huntsmaster and threw him against the wall. "You did this." It was the last thing the Huntsmaster ever heard. "Gramps, are you gonna be OK?"
In a weak voice the ancient man spoke. "Jake, you have to stop him, The," The old man began to cough up blood. "He's going to attack our family." The old man died in his arms. A primal call came from his throat. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The young dragon regained his senses, he realized much time had passed. He was being held in a large pair of arms. He looked up into the face of his comforter. The Dark Dragon stood over him.
"Do they deserve your help? You have done your best to protect people. And in return you have lost the only thing that matters to you, your family. Come with me and I will make you powerful. Nothing will ever be able to harm you again."
The American Dragon looked to the ground, his hatred overwhelmed him. "YES, I will join you. They shall all pay." The Dark Dragon looked at his new apprentice. "Come, we must begin your training."
Oh yes, the blood-red dragon remembered well.
