For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. ~Isaac Newton's Third Law of Motion

Newton's third law flowed through his mind as he fell to the ground. How high was the building? 200 feet? 300 feet? Could it be 500 feet, even?

"The sins of our fathers have gotten us nowhere, yet we commit these same sins over and over, hoping for different results. Will we ever learn?" He asked himself, his eyes blank and emotionless as he continued to fall. His black leather jacket flew off in the force of the wind, and his crimson hair was blowing wildly.

"Heh… my shoe is untied…" He noted. How ironic. He could've accidentally fallen and killed himself without warning. Either way, he was probably going to die. But no… he had to get this result. He had to make sure he wasn't insane. He had to know. He knew the ground was near. Closing his eyes, he inhaled slowly and deeply through his nose, and he… was.

"Wake up now."

His eyes snapped open, shifting from crystal blue to blood red, and large crimson wings tore through the flesh of his back, leaving his sleeveless gray T in pieces. Now only 30 feet from the ground, he spun so his chest was facing the ground and began to glide mere inches from the hard concrete, and after a few seconds, he flew.

IV – I

Re: Endings

"Does anyone remember what the three known worlds are?" The teacher asked.

"The Dominant, The Magical, and The Spiritual." A teen lazily said, head resting on his arm.

Classroom 10-A. Current class: "World Studies". None in the room saw a point in it, except for maybe the teacher, Mr. Long. Everybody knew of the three worlds already, for their existence had been discovered before they were born. Nobody really saw a need in messing with them, either, so of course, nobody saw a need to study them. Except for Jake Long III… he and his grandfather were a rarity.

They both lived in two of the worlds: The Magical, and The Dominant. The Dominant was the world man and beast lived in, considered 'dominant' due to their technological advances, capable of defeating any known magical creature… sans the mighty Dragon, of course. They were a nearly extinct species, and nobody saw a need in combating the few who remained. Mr. Long was one of these few, and everybody knew it.

But the majority of humanity, they knew it was best to leave the dragons alone. The wisest, most powerful creatures of the two main worlds were to be respected, not hunted, bothered, or disrespected. "Correct, Timothy. Now can you tell me what the two main worlds are?"

"The Dominant and the Magical. The Spiritual world is special, and cannot be accessed by technological or magical ways, only by death… so far as we know." He stated, relieving Jake of a few words.

"Very good. Now," But before he could finish, the bell rang, and everybody quickly started gathering their papers and backpacks. World Studies was the final class, and everybody was itching to leave before they even began class. However, Jake had asked three students -Kuyah, Samantha, Sven, and Jason- to stay. The four were avid troublemakers, and, not surprisingly, had detention.

A half an hour passed by before a word was spoken, which was by the teacher of the four. "You guys really shouldn't be here. You're better than this." He stated. "Kuyah, you're a dragon. You're supposed to be honorable, respectable, someone people and magical creatures alike can look up to. Yet instead, you rather start fires and explosions for 'fun'." He shook his head. "And you three are the most intelligent people I've ever met. Yet you waste your days pulling pranks and destroying public property. I really don't understand why you throw away your gifts."

Kuyah sighed. Full name: Kuyah Miyamoto. His father had come from Japan 2 years before Kuyah's birth, and died when he was 10. Since then, his life had gone downhill. His attitude changed, his appearance grew darker, and his once bright, hopeful blue eyes, were now faded, lifeless gray ones, so full of sadness. His black hair had red dyes on various locks, and his cheek bore a scar he obtained when he was 11. He wore mainly black clothes, and today was no exception. Black jeans, black T-shirt, black shoes… he just stared lifelessly and bored at everything around him, showing interest in nothing. "So what if I'm a dragon? I could really care less. I'll do what I want, when I want, and you can't stop me, old man." He snarled, his teeth sharpening at Jake.

The 43-year-old shook his head. "Both my grandfather and myself were dragons, and my grandfather was a great man. He saved the world hundreds of times over and was even brought back to life once when all seemed lost. Since him, dragons such as you and I have seemingly gotten free rides. We never had to work to get anything. Perhaps it spoiled some of us." He then sighed, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index finger. "I know you can do anything you want. In fact, you can. But it doesn't mean you should. You have a great mind, and your art is amazing, but you'll never get anywhere if you keep acting the way you do! The same goes for all of you! You've been granted such amazing gifts, yet you waste them daily."

Kuyah was silent. He'd heard this lecture a hundred times before, and didn't really care. He knew Jake was right, but he didn't care.

"Well… you guys can go home now…" Jake said in defeat. "Keeping you in detention won't do anything, and I know it. Do what you want." Sven and Samantha quickly left, while Jason and Kuyah stayed behind. Jason was Kuyah's best friend, and dressed like he did. He was immersed deeply in the dark arts, and could be considered an emo and Goth. Despite this, nobody had a heart as loving and large as his. He cared very deeply for his fellow man, though he'd never show it. His hair was pure black, and eyes purple. He usually wore black eyeliner and had painted black nails, and his face was generally emotionless.

"Mr. Long…" Kuyah began. "Why do you teach this class?" Jake raised an eyebrow.

"I don't think I understand, Kuyah."

"Nobody sees a need for this class. Even though the existence of the three worlds is known, they're still distant and left to themselves. What's the point in learning of something you probably don't need to?"

"You, Kuyah. People like you are why I teach this class. In case you haven't noticed, I handpicked all the people in this class. 10-B and 10-C continue to teach the standard curriculum, while about 15 of you are taken here for final period. The reason why is because each of you 15 have a tie to one of the two other worlds one way or another. You guys NEED to know this stuff, and for you, Kuyah, it's more important than anything. You are a dragon. You are one of the most powerful beings in existence, and should the magical world fall into turmoil, you will be called upon. As such, you need to know as much as possible about them. My grandfather taught my father who taught me, and I teach you all."

"What about the spiritual world?" Jason asked, arms folded. "You trying to preach to us or something?"

"No. But our three worlds are closer together than you might think. You need to have knowledge of each one. Now why are you guys still here? I said you could leave. I need to clean up."

"Don't expect any help." Kuyah said, grabbing his backpack. "I'm gone." With that, he left, Jason following closely behind.

ooo

"Mom, I'm home." Kuyah called. Jason had headed home before him, since he'd stopped for quick job.

Life for Kuyah was rough. Since his father died, times were rough. His Mother was bedridden and sick, his house was a dump, and he was only in school because he was a dragon. He had nowhere near enough money to actually pay for his education. He had with him a gallon of milk and a bag of bread, which he quickly put away. He fell back into his trashy couch and sighed.

After a quick nap, he decided to head out, bored out of his mind.

"Kuyah…" His mother began as her son reached for the door. "…Be careful…" He nodded, and left.

ooo

"Can you feel that?"

"He's drawing closer to this world."

"It was only a matter of time, wasn't it?"

"We knew this day was coming…"

"The Order is disbanded. After Melchior's games a few hundred years ago, they had no choice. Now we have no defense against such a threat."

"We can't even ask that bastard Melchior for help… I told you we shouldn't have executed him until he came."

"You wanted to deal with another war?"

"…"

"I didn't think so. We had to kill him. You know that."

"Now what?"

"Wish for a miracle. What else can we do?"

ooo

Kuyah walked the streets of NYC, rain pouring down heavily. Despite vast technological advances, it looked much like they do today, filthy alleyways and all. This didn't mean there weren't differences, however. The ground was now completely for walking and bike riding, since flying cars were the big thing now. Buildings were 100% weather resistant and were taller than ever, and nature surprisingly abounded.

As he walked, he approached the Marx Tower, a rather small building, standing at only 550 feet, but it was the humble abode of the powerful business tycoon, Peter Marx XIII. This Marx was a far cry from the mercenary of decades ago, and had made quite the image for himself.

"Heh." He smirked. He knew he was smarter than Marx, even though Marx was considered one of the smartest men in the world. However, Kuyah knew that, even at such a young age, he could surpass the man. He looked up to the top of the tower, when someone caught his eye…

A red haired man, about Kuyah's age, was falling from the building! However, before Kuyah could react and morph into his dragon form, large crimson wings exploded from the man's back, and he safely glided away before taking flight.

However, there was a split second as the man captured air beneath his wings that their eyes met, and during this split second, Kuyah was knocked out cold. As he fell to the ground, he said one word, and became unconscious immediately after. "Crimson."

End Chapter

The end is seldom truly the end, but the beginning of something entirely new.

It has been more than 250 years since the events of last chapter, and this story will revolve around Jake's grandson and Kuyah, as well as Kuyah's allies and friends.

I know it's been 2 years since I pronounced this story Complete, and I intended it to end when I did so. However… I decided "I'll go an extra 13 or so chapters". Inspiration struck for this here "sequel" of sorts, and I decided, "Why not just stick it in End Game rather than make a new story entirely?" So I did :P

Anyway, enjoy, guys. I have quite the epic to begin. But also be warned… it will be my FINAL ADJL epic. But don't worry, I intend to go out with a bang. Using my vastly, VASTLY improved writing skills, I shall give you one last tale to remember! From the horrors of the High Father to the legacy of Jake Long… get ready.