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Lavenderpaw: It's a girl. I might change the title to Huntsmistress Reborn but I'm not sure. Huntsmaster means guy. Help me out here! I need a title!

Fudogg: It'll get creepier soon enough, but I don't think in this chapter. Or might just be a little.

AmericanDragonFan: Here's the update. (I can't believe it is so soon too!)

Worker72: Okay! Don't worry! I didn't think the Dragon Council was noble anyway. But, Marissa has plans for revenge. Mwhahaha! Even though it isn't the same people...err dragons!

CelloSolo2007: Thanks. Here is the next chapter. (The next update may be awhile, I got Fish Camp! It's for Band members only!)

Teenchic2004: The necklace is my own invention. So is Saldaken. And Marissa!

.:Chapter One:.

Rose sighed as she slipped the mask on. Everyday it was the same thing. Go chasing some magical creature, then ending up being beaten by the annoying American Dragon. Then getting yelled at by Huntsmaster. Today, they were going to look for something that could raise the dead. Ever since they lost the Scarab Beetle to the American Dragon, they have been chasing futile attempts to see if something else could raise the dead. And honestly, Rose was about to give up. She sighed and walked into the library, where Huntsmaster was bent over a large book.

He looked up. "There is such a thing other than the Scarab Beetle." He said, pushing the book towards Huntsgirl. "Read." Huntsgirl looked at what the Huntsmaster was talking about. It seemed there was a man by the name of Saldaken. He had all sorts of powers, and was killed by a priest when he was in his fifties or sixties. Supposedly, he had a necklace, that could raise the dead among other things. "The bad thing is, the necklace is in Egypt." Huntsmaster mused.

"No it's not. Professor Rotwood took us to a museum exhibit about Saldaken. The necklace is sitting on a velvet table, among other things that were Suldaken's. And his sarcophagus is behind the velvet table." Huntsgirl said, remembering that day. She barely remembered it though, she was spending her time looking at Jake.

"Well, then it's time to go down there and have a little nighttime visit." Huntsmaster said, standing up. He shut the book and randomly stuffed it in on the shelf. Huntsgirl followed him out of the library.

The museum was quiet and the security guards were half asleep from the lack of excitement. Or it could have been that the TV showed a silent black and white movie and discarded dounut boxes and coffee cups from Starbucks were littering the floor, was making them sleepy. They didn't notice the two masked people walked boldly in front of them, towards the Egyptian exhibit. One of the guards, a fat man with a mat of curly blonde locks, snored and rolled over in his chair.

Huntsmaster strode through the exhibit, heading for the velvet table. He suddenly stopped, aware of lasers. He took out a spray and sprayed around the table. Blue lasers at odd angles surrounded the items on the table. The necklace had the most lasers. He needn't care about the security cameras. Huntsgirl had them already covered. She was in the camera room, watching all the little TVs carefully. As soon as Huntsmaster was done, she was going to steal the tape and destroy it. A lazy guard in the Fossil exhibit was chewing on a chocolate bar, leaning casually against the wall. She bit back a laugh. The security here was pathetic. Another guard was walking around the Ocean Dwellers exhibit, picking his nose. She turned back her attention on Huntsmaster, who now had mirror set up on the table, making the lasers point away from the necklace, giving him an empty space to grab the necklace. He grabbed it and stuffed it greedily in his pocket. He patted his pocket and walked off towards the exit, giving the sign towards the camera, so Huntsgirl could take out the video. She took it out and ran towards the exit. Tonight's success was very rare. Surprisingly, the American Dragon had not showed up.

Jake laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He was grounded for a week for not listening to Grandpa during a fight, that almost caused the Huntsclan to escape with fifteen fairies. But, in the end, Jake had overpowered them, again, and won. He had argued with Grandpa the whole way home. It didn't matter what he did as long as good prevailed, right? But, according to Gramps, no. Jake pushed the thought to the back of his mind and mentally pictured Rose. They were suppose to go on a date tonight. To that new romance movie that she had been wanting to see. But now, since he was grounded, he couldn't go. Rose looked absolutely crestfallen when he told her he couldn't go with her. Unbeknownst to him, she had told her Uncle that she needed the day off and he had said yes. But, since she couldn't go with Jake, she went back to her Uncle's, ready to help him search for a new idea. Jake ran his hand through his hair. He needed to fly. Fight. Blow fire. Whatever, just to get out of his room. He sighed and closed his eyes, maybe this was all just bad dream.

Huntsmaster stared at all the different coffins, debating which one would be the best to rise. Huntsgirl was looking at each coffin, reading thier short little biography on each marble stone. "This one seems good. He was one of the wisest." Huntsgirl called out, turning to Huntsmaster.

"No, Franklin never listened to anyone and he never killed a single dragon." Huntsmaster said, shaking his head. His eyes lingered on two coffins. Huntsmaster Deltroid (sounds like a robot or something.) was the strongest, having killed five dragons, outwitted death plenty of times. But then, there was the first Huntsmistress. She had killed 15 dragons, and had two more dragons in the dungeon. It was said she had a magical ability and there was even a tapestry made just for her. It was rumored that she had a certain help in her attacks. Dark minions who only listened to her and not her Huntsboy. Which would be best, He thought. The answer came to him clearly.

"Huntsgirl," He called out, interrupting her talking lividly about Huntsmaster Reynolds. She turned to him. "I know who we are going to rise." He said, heading for a lone coffin. He shoved the lid off and recoiled from the smell of decay. He pulled out the necklace and put it on the wrapped body. He stepped back a dozen steps and waited a bit.

Nothing happened for a few seconds then a white hand grabbed the side of coffin and pull up. The body tried to hop out of the coffin but hit the side of the coffin and tumbled out, legs up. The mummy twisted around. "Mwwphff!" The mummy cried, wriggling the hands. Huntsgirl and Huntsmaster rushed the mummy's side and untied it's hands. The hands ripped out of their grips and started yanking the bandages off. A tall woman with a cold glare stood beside them. She wore the Huntsmaster's attire expect the cloak was a bit different. She wore no helmet, and her staff wasn't with her. Huntsgirl stared at the woman. There could actually be a Huntsmistress. Could Rose become one. Suddenly, the floor began to turn dark. Fifty dark creatures raised up through the floor, bowing. All their yellow eyes staring at the Huntsmistress. The Huntsmistress smiled. "I'm back!" She shouted loudly.

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