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AN: Thanks for the beautiful reviews guys (and girls). Here's chapter 3.

Chapter 3: Pure and Clean

Thorn entered her home as always: tired. She really didn't feel like talking to her Huntsmaster, especially after going out alone. Though she was almost eighteen, she was still not allowed to go hunting without permission. In three months, she would be able to. On her eighteenth birthday, when she herself could become a Huntsmistress. Then she could train a young member to fight. Yes...to fight. Not to kill, though.

She had almost succeeded in making it to her room, when a light turned on. A hand was placed on her shoulder, holding tight so she couldn't transport anywhere. Throughout the years, the Huntsclan had discovered new technology. Transporting was one of them. Now any member of the Huntsclan could go anywhere in the world in the blink of an eye. This certainly heped with fighting, because one could disappear and reappear behind one's opponent. There was a flaw, though. Two people couldn't transport to the same place at the same time.

Thorn sighed and turned around. She gave her most innocent look, but in return was greeted with a frown.

"Where have you been?" her Huntsmaster asked. Thorn looked around and smiled weakly.

"I was...out..." she said quietly. "...hunting." Though she was seventeen, she was still scared of her Huntsmaster, especially after what had happened many a night when she was younger.

"You do know that you aren't allowed out without my permission," he said sternly, and all Thorn could do was nod her head. "That's a week without leaving the house. Understood?"

"Yes, Huntsmaster," she lied. She would have to leave at some point. She couldn't stay here forever. Besides, it wouldn't hurt to--

"And no transporting either," he said. Well, that ruined any chances of escape. "I will be keeping an eye on you." Thorn had a question.

"Who...will I be training...you know...when I become a Huntsmistress?" she asked. Her Huntsmaster smiled.

"My dear, you are the youngest member. There are no other members who are not already Huntsmasters. Our clan is slowly disappearing," he said, the last sentence floating through her mind. Thorn nodded and he let her shoulder go. She walked quietly to her room and slipped into her bed, not even changing into her pajamas.

"Our clan is slowly disappearing..." was the last thought that ran through her head as she drifted into sleep.

Rose was searching franctically, looking for something she had gotten a long time ago.

"AHA!" she cried as she pulled out a slip of paper. On it was written, "Thorn, IM me if you have any trouble. Screen Name is: RedDragon32. -The American Dragon." She sighed and walked over to the computer. She had left the American Dragon with no explanation of what had happened, and she wanted to clear it up. She logged in and typed in his screen name. Sure enough, he was online.

FighterGurl27: Hey, Dragon, U there? I know U R.

RedDragon32: Yeah, I'm on. Whaddya want?

FighterGurl27: I just wanted to say I'm sorry for leaving U without an explanation last night.

RedDragon32: Yo, it's a'ight. I would have probably dozed off while U were talking N-E-ways.

FighterGurl27: I wasn't even supposed 2 B out there, but I kinda had 2.

RedDragon32: Y?

FighterGurl27: U wouldn't understand. Huntsmaster caught me. I'm on lockdown.

RedDragon32: Harsh.

FighterGurl27: Hey, could U meet me N CenPark N 15?

RedDragon32: Y?

FighterGurl27: I need a 2nd opinion on something.

RedDragon32: 15 it is. C U!

FighterGurl27: U 2.

Rose sighed. What was she doing? She couldn't do this, her Huntsmaster would kill her. But she wanted to. Who cares about destiny anyways? She would meet the American Dragon in fifteen minutes in Central Park. Great. Now all she had to do was get out of the house.

AN: Cliffhanger. I'm not to good at doing that. This was perfecto! Hah! Will she make it? What will happen? What is she going to do? Why am I asking stupid questions? Just review, people!

-Ayla-