Cole made his way along one of the many corridors winding about the large,mansion while appearing to have a regular residential theme on the outside,was furnished more dungeon-like on the inside.And although it was set out in the spacious,hedonistic suburbs of Chicago Illinois,the feeling around one of his great uncle's temporary posts felt stoic and cynical.Even Cole,himself,felt one with the regular flow of things.But even so,there was a part of him that felt it unaccomplished.He noted this usual notion as he looked as he started down to the staircase to the second floor,which was more suitable to living with actual bedrooms and such but still very scarcely,unarrayed.With the thoughts of what was to be accomplished both giving him something to look forward to and slightly curious about,he entered his room where the walls were painted a soild green,a matching oak dresser and bed faced each other from wall-to-wall and besides the closet and window letting in a more stronger radiance from the afternoon sun,he went inside to change and do his homework,which had stacked up over the course of a few days.

What a waste of my time...He thought with some irratation,having been already convinced long ago that most of the regular world was otiose compared to the endless task of being perfect.Which was what he had to live up to every day of his life,to make up for his mother's past foolery of taking the path she took.Although her demise and that of his father's in the wake of the American Dragon served as a reminder of how horrid Dragons actually were,it was to motivate him to do beyond his best and make it to the top...which he was at.I'm finally going to do it,all of this training and hunting is going to pay off when I take down all of those Dragons and the bloodline of those savage things will be gone.

Sighing fainly,he proceeded into his now more welcoming room and was about to retrieve his books beside his dresser,when something made him stop.It was like he was sensing something,movement seemed to arouse from behind every wall and a lurkingness crept up his back.The room started to feel shaky beneath his feet and he was about to get ready to attack behind him as it was where the strongest of the feelings where coming from but then he felt his mask being ripped off of him and falling immediately the floor at his feet.With instant anger,he turned to confront his rival but saw to his absolute shock...the door being only slightly ajar.

"Coward,"he muttered detestably,knowing full well that if anyone intrudor had succeded in passing their walls,they'd be apprehended very shortly,if it was the dragons they would have been detected by now.No,had to of been someone else.Though they are definitely chancin' it alright.

Once again,he made for the leather-bound books and plopped down in a sideways jump,landing and then sitting indian style on the covers to begin riffling through some of his unfinished papers.Though he felt some kind of perculiar knot in his side and after that was gone a few minutes later,yet another one came to his forehead and he raised his head up with his hand on his head.For some reason,he paused to stare across the room at his reflection,the face he saw reflecting back was a young teen boy with tan-appearing skin,an upside-down arched face and dark blond hair that was streaked ebony at the ends that always stood up on end.It was odd in a way,to anyone who would look at him,they might think him an averge kid who was tall and good-looking.They,people who didn't know his life ever since he could remember,who didn't have even a clue about what real expectation was like.To be worked day in and day out sometimes but either way it was worth it because he was above them.

"And that Dragon,"Cole spat under his breath,fighting off an urge to go and act beforehand,as it was still too early on his word to make her pay if she didn't return his belonging."She's getting it ten-fold more then those others."he swore to himself,as he jotted down some history anwsers to his study guide and he stayed like that,threatening Wendy silently with a boiling desire festering up within inexplicitively and whizzing through his homework with some anxiousness.The gold rush ended in...he wrote in a very hasted way,never having felt so charged to finish something in his life.With all that accomplished,California was shaped to what it is today by the risk takers that went there so long ago.The End.

When he finished,he heard his timer to allow the girl who claimed to be his sister go off beside his bedside.Feeling strangely upbeat,he put away the rest of his work and putting everything aside,got up and flicked it off as went to complete his clothing transformation which he hadn't yet done and finally emerged from his room in a long green sleeved and red shirt with beige cargo shorts and tennis shoes.It wasn't absolutely clear to him why he was in such a good mood now,he had never really been one to feel cheerful opposed to the cool,quiet satisfaction that he felt when he overcame what most considered obsticles.Nothing had ever been a real challenge to him,maybe because he had worked so hard and long,while others complained;he'd ask for more difficulties,while some thought his uncle's prerequisites was grueling;he found it invigorating and when the few who had made it to nearly his standards in the end backed down out of fear they would lose their butts to him;he only strived further then that.

I can beat anyone Huntsmaster puts me up againist...He thought to himself as made his way down the carpeted hall and began up the flight of stairs to the top flight.I've passed all classes and some of my training hasn't even been to advance but prepare...he made it to the top but he was still in no rush for some reason.Friends were never essential to me because...because friendship is just an illusion;a wall to hinder those weak enough to believe it that sort of crap.he approached Wendy's door and sighed deeply,picking up the staff he had left beside it and for some reason the feeling he tried sometimes in vain to hold back surfaced and he thought as he opened it slowly.Why do I feel sometimes what it is I work myself to death for is something that won't fulfill me?That won't make this empty hole in the pit of my gut go away forever.

When he opened it all the way,he found to his immense shock that she wasn't chained to the stony,cold wall but waiting paitently for him."You!"

"I was waiting for you to get here."She remarked crisply,as she morphed into her tall,white dragon from and lunged forward to pin a completely dazed Cole to the hallway wall."Listen..."her words were curt and to the point now,as he stared at her in blankness."I overheard Huntsmaster just outside my ceil about an hour ago...he's...he's lied to you Cole.Not me."

A wave of disbelief washed over him then and he managed to deliver a blow to her ivory chest with his knee easily,forcing her off of him."What do you mean my Master's lied to me!"he snarled at her,rage consuming him as it had earlier as he faced her with his staff tip pointed at her long snout."I demand proof of this,Dragon!If you lie...I swear I'll fire at you."

Wendy's expression went deadly serious but sad."I heard him making a comment to a visiting Huntsmember who was curious about how you had become so well accomplished for you're age."she told him,looking him in the eyes with such a strong sense of sureness that he didn't even seem to breath when she reached out with her claw and lowered the weapon away from herself."I'm sorry,Cole...he told him that he had faked a story involving both you're parents dying when you were really little.But what really happened...is that 'he' slayed out Mother,Cole,by accident.His real target was the first American Dragon...m-our Father.Anyway,he plans on keeping it from you and if you finds out you know the truth,he'll-"

"You really want me to believe this?"he inquired her in a low,deep voice.

She nodded and her clear cerulean eyes turned sympathic."I don't know what kind of life you've had here...but,"pausing momentarily,she brought forth the items in her claw and showed them to him."Sorry it's a little soon but I want you to look at these things closely and see I'm telling you the truth.Because I'm not lying and I am you're sister,Cole.Believe me."

"I'll-"he took the chain and the photo,stowed his keepsake in his pocket and then without a moment's hesistation backed her againist the wall in blind fury."I'LL KILL YOU!YOU LYING SON OF A-"

Without thinking,he tore the photo in half and was about to blast her neck off,when she grabbed his shoulders in his distraction of destroying the only thing of her mother's her father let her keep and rammed him in one great slam againist the same wall.The two teens were breathing hard and heavy,both were unaware of the approaching figure but wouldn't have cared either.He knew had highly insulted her by his actions but as usual it didn't effect him in the least bit,however,it didn't make him feel any better which he had assumed it would.A few more moments passed and a voice interrupted them,with casuality that could make a person's skin peel.

"Save you're strength,my boy.It seems the arrival of our guests is at this point and time immient.Change back into you're proper attire and get that Dragon in you're restrain.Playtime is over and it's time for the elimination of the American Dragons and this one...a Moon Dragon.The rarest one in the world and which can only emerge into exsistance of a skip generation by being exposed to a full moon for a whole night,is going to be able to pay off for everything we'll need to build the worldwide Huntsclan global Academy.But there's been a change of plans,I'll be the one to slay her."

To Be Continued...

A/N:Things aren't looking bright but then again do they ever?Stay tuned.

LP