Well, I had to re-publish this since I screwed up the first time. Lol R&R! No flames, please!

Chapter 1: Thoughts

It was a rainy day in New York City. Jake Long was sitting by his window thinking about the only thing that's been on his mind for the past few months.

'Why Rose?' He thought. 'Out of all the girls in New York, Huntsgirl had to be the hottest girl I've ever laid eyes on.' Jake sighs. She left without saying goodbye. He spent most of his free time searching and searching, but to no avail. He wanted to talk to her. Badly.

"Where are you?"

On the other side of town, a blonde haired, blue eyed girl of 13 was going through the same thing. She sat sadly on her windowsill, waiting for the Huntsman to call her down.

'Why Jake? Out of all the boys in New York...the American Dragon had to be the same person as the most decent guy I went out with.' She wondered.

Ever since that night, she couldn't face him. It would be too painful. She had asked the Huntsmaster to transfer Rose to a different school. He didn't ask questions.
She likes her new school. She now has 3 friends, James, Myriah, and Austin. She accidentally sat at their lunch table. But they didn't mind. They were nice.

"THORN!" Rose heard the Huntsman yell. She heads downstairs in her ninja outfit.

"You called, master?" She said as she lowered on one knee. The Huntsman looked angry.

"You failed me Thorn. You had the American Dragon right there, and you let him escape. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."

"You are a traitor to the Huntsclan. Fortunately, I believe in second chances. You have one month to redeem yourself. DO I make myself clear?"
Rose gulped. Then she pulled herself together. "Yes, Master."

"Good. You are dismissed."

Rose walked slowly upstairs. She remembers the first time she found out about the Huntsclan...

Rose was a happy-go-lucky 6 year old kid with shoulder length blonde braided pigtails. She lived with her mother, Shannon. Shannon was a medium height, 26-year old woman with long straight blonde hair and blue eyes. She was part of the Huntsclan up until she was eighteen. One day, she and Rose were eating lunch when Rose noticed something on her mothers' hand.

"Mommy?"

"yes, Pumpkin?"

"What's that red thing on your hand?" Shannon looked surprised. This was not the question she was expecting.

"Well...it's a dragon." She shows Rose her hand. She looked confused.

"Why is it on your hand?"

Shannon stood up. It was time to tell her daughter her destiny. Shannon carried Rose on to the couch.

"See this? I used to be part of this group called the Huntsclan. They hunt magical creatures."

"But I thought you said they were pretend?"

"I never said that. Anyway, the Huntsclan hunts dragons- the protectors of the magical creatures."

"Why?"

"Because we thought dragons were evil. I thought they were evil until I met your dad. He's the American Dragon. I got to know him, and I realized that not all dragons are bad. That's when I quit the Huntsclan."

"They let you go?"

"Actually, since killing a dragon is my destiny, I escaped. I had the power to make choices. I'm not a killer. And neither are you."

Well, what do you think? The entire story will be explained throughout the story. So, stay tuned!