Chapter Three
"Hey, Violet!"
Violet turned around to face her friend, Theresa, Tria for short. 'Aw man!' Violet thought.
"Hey Vi, I won these two tickets to the all time Volleyball game!" Tria said.
"Tria, I'd love to go," Violet said, "And I would if I could, but I can't,"
"Why not?" Tria asked.
"I uh…" Violet tried to remember what her father told her to say, "I gotta help dad at my great granddad's old shop."
"What?" Tria said, "Aw, I guess I'll just go alone,"
"Thanks for understanding," Violet said, even if she knew Tria didn't.
"She'll be here in three… two…" Jake looked at his watch in his dragon form, "one,"
Violet suddenly appeared, panting "Here! I'm here!"
"You're on time, Vi! Perfectly!" Farrell said happily.
"Now, Violet, I know this sounds gross and you'll probably hate me for this, your first training will be cleaning the toilet" Jake said.
"Dad, are you serious?" Violet asked.
"Yes," Jake said.
Violet followed her father to the bathroom. "Do it with your dragon tongue, first clockwise, then counter-clockwise."
Violet gripped the toilet brush with her long dragon tongue, "Ugh! EW! This thing tasted horrible," She said cleaning the toilet.
"But I learned the hard way that that is really useful." Jake said.
"In what way?" Farrell asked for Violet.
"If the Huntsclan fires a net at you, you can use your tongue to toss it back," Jake explained, "You twirl the net clockwise then counter-clockwise to toss it back."
"What's the Huntsclan?" Violet asked.
"Continue cleaning and I'll continue explaining," Jake said.
"Fine," Violet continued cleaning.
"The Huntsclan is a nasty group of mythical creature poachers," Jake explained, "I faced them a lot of times, they have these staff things loaded with gadgets. They're the fourth greatest threat to the mythical world."
"Okay, that's enough now." Jake told his daughter.
"Finally!" Violet dropped the toilet brush.
"Go scrub your tongue," Jake told his daughter.
"Gladly," Violet replied.
"Huntsboy, you are ready to find and slay your first dragon and become a true member of the Huntsclan."
"Really Gramps?" Huntsboy asked.
"I-I mean Huntsmaster," Huntsboy said after seeing the Huntsmaster glaring at him.
"Yes, Huntsboy," Huntsmaster said, "You have completed your training.
Huntsboy smile was hidden by his mask, 'Oh if my goody-goody older sis could see me now' he thought, 'a member of a group killing mythical vermin'
'She's stuck with the stupid shop while I become a Huntsclan member.' He thought.
"When can I slay my first dragon?" Huntsboy asked.
"Tomorrow night," Huntsmaster said, "My trap is baited and set, the new American Dragon will meet her end,"
"Her?" Huntsboy asked, "I'm after a girl?"
"Yes, boy," Huntsmaster replied, "she's the daughter of THE American Dragon who had escaped me and my men multiple times."
Well, there's chapter three, I'll put up the next chapter when I get at least one review for this chapter. But if I get bored waiting I'll just put it up.