Chapter Four: It Begins
"How do you know they're gonna hit Draco Isle?" Jake questioned.
"Ah, it makes perfect sense. Magus Bizarre is on Draco Isle (1), and that is where most magical beings are, plus dragons are nearby." Grampa explained, as he, Jake, and Fu made their way towards the magical elevator.
Grampa pressed that odd series of numbers-which still left Jake confused-and the elevator opened with a ping. A squat green troll sat in the elevator.
"Welcome to Enchanted Elev-" The troll was cut off by Fu Dog.
"Cut it, Bob, we're on business. Get us to the Isle of Draco as fast as you can," Fu said, flipping Bob a coin.
Bob grumbled something, but pulled the lever, and the elevator sped downwards.
Jake was prepared for the lurching this time, but he still felt the mix of nausea and emptiness in his stomach. After what felt like and eternity, the elevator came to a halt with a thud. Jake hurried out, glad to feel solid earth again. When he finally recomposed himself, a shocking sight met his eyes. Hundreds of dragons were in a disorderly group, talking excitedly, nervously, or both. Near the group of dragons, thousands of purple Gremlins were being kept under control by the 'Hubba-bubba Hula'. There were also large groups of nixes, sphinxes, Phoenixes, and even some unicorns.
"Yo, Gramps, what are these other creatures here for?" Jake asked, stunned. Grampa walked over to him, a look of mixed pride and sorrow on his face as he surveyed the beings.
"They are fighting for their homes, the same as anyone would," He explained. "Let's go, I wish to speak to the Council."
Jake followed Grampa and Fu as they made their way towards Councilor Andam.
"Councilor, do you wish for us to lead my group into position?" Grampa asked respectfully.
"Yes, Lao, please do. Only two other leaders have arrived so far." Andam replied gratefully.
"Yo, I didn't know you were a leader." Jake commented as they walked to the group of dragons.
"Yes. We have a very important role, in fact. We are to be the first to attack." Lao said wistfully.
Jake stopped. "The first? You mean, like, the people who get attacked by arrows and junk?"
"Yes." Grampa replied as if it were nothing. Great, Jake thought. We're dead. He started following Grampa again.
"Don't worry, kid. If the Gremlins do their job, then you only have to worry about the first few minutes." Fu chuckled.
"Thanks, Fu," Jake grumbled.
"Anytime, kid," Fu replied.
They had reached the babbling dragon herd, and Grampa went to the front, up onto a podium. Immediately the talking ceased. How does he do that? Jake mused.
"Dragon Group A please follow me." He said, walking off the stage and through the grass. About fifty dragons broke off of the group, following him. Jake shrugged and jogged up to Grampa.
"Where are we going?" Jake asked.
"To the cliffs. Once the Huntsclan arrives, we will launch an aerial attack." Grampa said simply. They finally reached the top of the cliff and Jake looked around. They were about two hundred feet above the valley. Jake felt a small splash on his face, and looked up. The normally blue sky of Draco was gray and cloudy. Rain started pounding down with fury, and everyone was soaked within minutes. Thunder sounded and lightning flashed, the sky overhead roared fiercely at them.
"Jake, you may want to change into your dragon form; we have to be ready at a seconds notice." Lao Shi suggested, already in his form.
"Right," Jake muttered. "Dragon up!" He felt the familiar sensation of warm flames consuming his body, not even dwindled by the heavy rainfall. When the fire subsided, a large red dragon stood in Jake's place.
"They're here!" Someone in the crowd yelled. Grampa, Fu, Jake, and everyone else in the crowd turned. Sure enough, there were thousands of Huntsmen waiting in the valley below.
I have no clue where Magus Bizarre really is, but in this story it is on Draco Isle. Please don't tell me it's wrong. (1)
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