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Worker72: I'm sorry. I haven't seen that episode in forever. If I got the name wrong, I'm sorry. I probably did. But, that's the only reference I make of her in the story, so if you want, I'll change it. I'm so sorry I got the name wrong. Thank you for telling me. Thanks for reading my story, too. Here's the next chapter.

Chapter 2: Brewing a Plan

"Huntsmaster, I have returned with valuable information," Rose called out. She unwrapped the gauze bandage from her hand and put it on the end table. "The shapeshifting spell was a success." An older man, around thirty-five, came down the stairs. He stopped in front of Rose and she looked up at him.

"Very well done, Thorn," he said. Rose smiled.

"To think, the American Dragon has no idea that we know his human identity," she said, then made a disgusted face. "To think I actually went on a date with him."

"Yes, but you must be careful," Huntsman said. "If he finds out who you are, you may be in trouble. You two know each other well, and in order to keep it that way, and to earn his trust, you must remain his friend and act as if nothing is out of the ordinary."

"Yes, Huntsmaster," she said. "As long as I'm alive, the American Dragon will never know my identity."

"Tomorrow we will attack his home and get the forest nymph. We will use the shapeshifting spell to trick them," Huntsman said. Rose smiled wickedly and nodded. This plan was going to be flawless.

"So I came up with a bandage on my hand?" Trixie asked.

"And it was about halfway up to your elbow," Jake added. He, Spud, and Trixie were in his bedroom, analyzing what had happened. Daisy was taking a shower in the upstairs bathroom.

"What does it mean?" Spud asked.

"It means that I've been tricked," Jake said. "But by who?"

"The Huntsclan?" Trixie suggested. Jake shook his head.

"No, how could they? They don't know who I am," Jake said. "Besides, they can't shapeshift into anything they want."

"Maybe it was an alien from another planet," Spud said, and Trixie and Jake looked at him, then went on talking.

"You never know, Jakie," Trixie said. "They would do anything to get a hold of Daisy."

"Who's Daisy?" a voice asked, and Jake looked up to see his mother.

"Oh, she's the last forest nymph, and I have to protect her," Jake said. His mother nodded and continued vacuuming the carpet outside of his door. Jake turned back to Trixie. "That's true, but they don't know who the American Dragon is."

"You said the bandage was up on my wrist," Trixie said. She was deep in thought. "Maybe it wasn't there because of a sprained wrist. Maybe it was hiding something."

"Like what?" Jake asked curiously. Trixie sighed sadly.

"Like a birthmark," she said. Jake stood up and his eyes became red.

"It was NOT the Huntsclan," he growled. "Got it?"

"Maybe Trixie's right," Spud said. "I mean, it's the only thing we've got right now...besides the aliens."

Thorn chuckled to herself. This was great. Jake had no idea what was going on, yet his two friends were right all along. The birthmark comment didn't surprise her; the dragon had known about it since he discovered it on the ski trip. She suddenly lost her balance and fell to the ground with a loud thud. Only seconds later, six eyes were staring down at her.
Okay, I had to add the aliens because...that's Spud for ya. Anyways, this is my second favorite story. My first is "My One True Love," and my third is "In Your Arms." Please read and review, and sorry in advance for any errors in my typing. I type pretty fast.

Oh, what do you think should happen next? I'll wait for at least two ideas (they can be in the same review) before I start writing Chapter 3. So if you want me to update, give me two suggestions. I'll pick my favorite and use it.

Am I making Rose a little TOO evil? If so, please tell me and I'll dimenuendo (that's a musical term) on her evilness. If she needs to be more evil, I might be able to do that too. I'm already at a forte with her evilness, so I can only go up one more to a fortissimo. Then I can't go up anymore. If she's perfect, then that's great.

If there is anyone out of character, please don't be afraid to tell me. I don't bite...hard.

Ritka fromi! (Goodbye!)

-Ayla-