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Stuck in a Moment You Can't Get Out Of: Ch. 1

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"... the Sharfs were a race of magical creatures that were all killed 50 years ago- on this day", Grandpa read from his oversized history book that likely held every single thing that had ever happened in the magical world, "It has been said that the Ambers, a race like the Sharfs, were responsible for their extinction. But before the World Council of Magic, all Amber leaders were acquitted of all charges."

Jake sat in silence, before saying, "... All of them, extinct. So... are the Ambers still around?"

"Yes, they are", replied Grandpa, "They are not in Boston anymore, though. I think somewhere in Europe. But that does not matter! Do you know why I told you that story?"

"No. No clue."

"Simple! To waste 15 minutes of your time before we start today's dragon training! Now, let us go! Meet me on rooftop in 5 minutes!"

"Aw, man!"

(End)

"Yes, is it on? Okay. Dis is Professor Rotvood on this 22nd day of June, 2005", Professor Rotwood spoke into his recorder in his office/warehouse, "I am recording dis to bring about my startling new invention dat vill revolutionize de entire industry!"

He walked over to a large mound of twisted metal under a sheet. Quickly sliding the sheet off, he revealed... a large machine that seemed to take up at least half the space in the room, "Dis is de very first of its kind in de entire world! Hey!"

He dropped his small microphone. "Damn my veak and brittle fingers", he muttered as he bent over to retrieve it. "Now, vere vas I? Ah, yes."

"Dis, ladies and gentlemen, is de first ever time machine!"

"All dese years, I have been ridiculed by all of de respected professors and scientists of de New York Institute of Science. Dey said dat I vould never be able to do anything in de field of science! Vell, dis shows dem! I vill finally be mentioned among de greats as Einstein and de Velcro guy! All I need to do now is find out if it works!"

He flipped a switch on it that turned the machine on, and went over to the door. "Vonce I prove dat dis works, all vill finally come together for me!" Bracing himself for whatever was on the other side, he was about to open the door, when he remembered, "Oh, vait! I must set de coordinates! Hm... I could go back to Germany, vere mother and father are, back before dey met. Dat vould be nice... Or, I could go assassinate Hitler and bring myself to power in Germany! Yes, dat sounds good! I vill do dat." He opened the door.

Two short, blue-skinned creatures walked out in front of them, "Ah, I thought you would never open that door! Thanks a lot!" One of them spoke.

Rotwood just stood there wide-eyed.

One of them stared at Rotwood and then at its surroundings, "Wow... Boston hass sure changed a lot!"

"Asailan", the other one said, "I have a feeling we're not in Boston anymore."

"Oh my! Oh my!", Rotwood finally spoke, "Dere are magical creatures! In my own laboratory! I must get de camera! I must capture dem!"

"Uh... Jalobin, stand back. I'll do the talking. Er, hello, sir. But where are we?", Asailan asked.

But Rotwood was listening. With a glint in his eye, he grabbed a large net and looked back toward them. "Now, hold still, little magical creatures, vatever you are. It shall all be over soon..."

"Jalobin! Run!", Asailan yelled, as the two narrowly avoided Rotwood's net. They ran for the door.

"No! Come back! You must listen to me! I command you!"

But since Rotwood had, in effect, no real command at all over them, they were able to slip out of the door without any problem. "Ah, that was close", Asailan sighed.

"Yeah. But what I want to know is where we are!"

"Well..." They looked around. There was a hot dog stand and the man behind it had a New York Yankees hat on. There was a large green woman in the middle of the harbor carrying a torch that wasn't lit...

"Man, I have no clue where we are", Asailan was puzzled.

Jalobin looked at him confused, "And YOU'RE supposed to be really wise? We're in New York, ass!"

"Ah, I knew that. But, so why is that human woman in the middle of the water out there holding up a torch?"

Jalobin sighed, "Come, commander. Let's go. There must be someone here that can help us..."

(End)

Professor Rotwood stood there, transfixed at the open door. A magical creature- no, two- had just come through his time machine. He picked up his microphone, and began talking into it again, "Yes, I am back again. And I have just been visited by two magical creatures! Here in my very lab! Dey vere short, and had blue skin! Bu dey vere able to escape me. But I shall find dem again, as dey have not gotten far, I am sure. I just need to research dem- find out vat dey are. And ven I do... not only vill I have a vorking time machine, but two magical creatres to boot!"

(End)

"Okay...", Jalobin said, "Here we are walking the back alleys of New York City." They were walking back there so they wouldn't be seen, "Got any ideas as to what we should do, Asailan?"

The commander was in deep thought, "Well, I had only been to New York once in my life. But I do remember... didn't the WCM have an HQ around here?"

"They did... but it moved in '54, remember?"

"Ah, I remember. Wasn't that after the scandal between Johnson and that woman that worked at the restaurant next door?"

"I think...", Jalobin said, "But it isn't important! We must find someone that can help us!"

Just then, as it so happened, a large red dragon soared over them. It had not seen them, but they had seen it.

"Dragon...", Asailan pointed a shaking finger toward the direction the dragon was going.

"There's our help", Jalobin smiled, "Let's go!"

(End)

"Am I done yet?", Jake yelled down to Grandpa as he went through some standard flying agility tests. His mission was to fly through a course of rings (Some that were staying up by themselves, some Fu Dog had to hold up) as fast as he could, and then get back to where Grandpa was standing.

"No, no!", Grandpa replied, "We are not done yet! Not only must you work harder, but so must Fu Dog!" He quickly became a dragon, took a deep breath, and blew air at assorted rings. This made them fall down easier. And this made Fu's job a whole lot harder.

"Dammit, Gramps! Can't ya see I've already lost about half my body weight?", whined Fu.

"Yes! And you shall lose a whole lot more, FAT BOY! Get to work!", Grandpa yelled, as if he was some kind of drill instructor at boot camp.

Jake sighed. This workout could take a while. He readied himself again to get ready for the course. "Take your marks", Grandpa commanded, "Go!" Jake sped off, trying to beat his personal course record of 11 seconds. In the spirit of motivation, Grandpa kept yelling at him, screaming that "Fred Nerk would have gotten through that ring quicker", or "Haley could have turned better than that, even!"

Highly motivated now, Jake made it to the edge of the course- which was right by an alleyway. But as he was about to stop, turn, and fly back the other way, he smacked into something... not exactly very hard, but hard enough to render him unconscious for the time being.

"Whoa!", yelled Fu, "Gramps! AD's down for da count!"

"Yes, I can see that. But what is it he ran in to? It looks... blue, and small." They ran over to the scene of the crash.

Jake was scattered one way, the blue thing the other. "Whoa! I'm up, I'm up!" Jake yelled when Fu approached him, "I... what did I hit?"

Fu pointed toward Grandpa, "Whatever that thing is over there. Gramps? Any luck?"

Grandpa nodded slowly, "Yes... I know what it is."

Just then, another one of the blue creatures came up and over the building, "Asailan! You okay?"

"Another one", Jake rubbed his head.

Asailan was getting up slowly, "Yeah, Jalobin. I'm fine. Thanks." Then he turned to Grandpa, "Greetings, dragon. I am Asailan Yursik, and he is Jalobin Scheck. We are Sharfs, and we need your help."

Grandpa continued to nod slowly, "Yes... you are Sharfs. But how can that be possible?"

"What do you mean", questioned Jalobin.

"Your people... the entire Sharf race... are extinct. They all died on this day, 50 years ago...

END CHAPTER

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