(A/N: Sorry for such a late update, school was pretty rough these past few weeks, and I've been pretty much lazy on the weekends ;;)

The young boy pulls his shirt down as his head pops out from the shirt's hole. He pats at the shirt to rid of its wrinkles and dust, looking down at his blue shirt and long black pair of black jeans. "Gotta hurry, don't wanna be late…" The kid mutters to himself as he sits down on his bed and puts his black shoes with blue streaks on the back on. Leaning back and stretching out his left arm to grab at the wristband on the end of his window he stops as his eyes pick up the view of the dragon mark below his wrist. Many questions come into his mind every time he sees the mark. Why did it come to him? How could a birthmark form into a shape of a dragon? Why is he wasting time pondering when time is running out to get to school early. Right, gotta hurry.

He grabs at the white and blue wristband and slips it on his left arm, concealing the mark. He combs his hair back and applies some hair gel on it, giving his hair a spiky look. Leaning closer to the mirror, he rubs his eyes and stares at them, his pair of red eyes staring back at him. How he was born with red eyes astounded everyone. There was no way of explaining it, seeing that being born red eye color is deemed impossible without wearing contact lenses, yet he was born with a pair of innocent looking ruby red eyes. Why was he born with those eyes is still a mystery.

"Yahto!" His mother cries from downstairs. "C'mon down, it's 7:40 AM!"

7:40 AM already? Gotta move it. Yahto hurried up. He went to his open closet and picked up the backpack lying on the ground inside of it, he then placed it on his back and out the door he went...But before he went, Yahto slowly backs away from the door, turning his head to his dresser. There sitting on top of the dresser lies a blue crystal tied on a wide, strong looking rope. Yahto never went anywhere without it, ever since his dad gave it to him he has kept it close to him wherever he went. To school, to the mall, to a swim, anywhere. He adored it so, wuth a smile he went to the dresser, picked it up and stuffed it into the outter pocket of the backpack, he's in a hurry so maybe he'll put it on at school. Now he's ready for school! He gets back to the door, opens it and walks out of his room and into the hallway outside.

The second floor has about 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms and a rope on the ceiling that when pulled down a ladder rolls down, giving path to the attic. Yahto makes quick pace to the stairs and climbs down to the home's first floor. To the left on the base of the stairs lies the kitchen, where on the right from the stairs is the living room and dining room.

"Morning mom!" Yahto greets as he takes a sharp right after climbing down the stairs.

"Hold on Yahto." Yahto freezes after opening the door and hearing the command of his mother commanding him to hold up. He turns and faces his mother, who in return advances to her son and holds out a letter. "Be sure to give to your teacher this note."

"Uh…OK." Yahto nods as he takes the letter from his mother, looking at the sealed envelope pondering if he's allowed to open it or not.

"Well…" His mother begins with a smile. "Have a good day at school, hon."

Yahto smiles, he places the envelope into his pocket and waves to his mother as he turns to the door. "See ya mom!" And with that Yahto runs down his home's stoop and down the street. Granted, Yahto isn't so eager to get to the new school, everything would be new to him, the teachers, the students, pretty much everything. He would probably need a map to get himself to the bathroom or to his next classroom. An escort too if I'm lucky…

Yahto along with his family all went out the day before to explore around the streets of New York, and to their surprise the school was much closer than they expected. By walking, it would take around 10 minutes, but by running it would take half the time. All Yahto needs to do is to run down a couple of blocks, take a left then a right and he would spot the school in front of him.

But Yahto suddenly stops, blinking a few times as if something jarred inside his mind. He shakes the feeling off and continues, this time in a walk. Geez, what was that…?

Suddenly, as he walks past an alley, he spots something through the corner of his eyes, something huge and gold. This causes Yahto to suddenly turn to face the alley, nothing... But I saw something…Didn't I?

Just for the sake to check it out if he's sane or not, Yahto slowly steps into the alley. There isn't anywhere to hide in the alley, at least nothing to hide something that huge. The alley also leads to a dead-end, nothing around him but dumpsters and trashcans. But I know I saw something…

Yahto shrugs, finally getting out of that dark alley and continues his way to school. He was suddenly remembered of his dream, that dream of a city burning, a whole city destroyed, and flames about. And that giant dragon, its scales gold in color…Those muscles and wings…

Yahto shook the thought away; he refuses to believe that whatever caught his eye at that alley could've been the dragon he's been dreaming about. At least I'm almost there…

Yahto could hear it, the sounds of other kids talking and laughing. The school is just ahead. Yahto was about to run over to his new school until another thing caught his attention. He stops and turns to his right to face another street. Slowly, he walks down that sidewalk, completely forgetting about school.

"No way…" He mutters. The buildings down this street, the street lights, everything. He gasps in horror, suddenly picturing the city in ruins from his dream, comparing it to this street he now walks on. "It's the same…" Yahto mutters again. "The same street…"

He could see it clearly, the broken street, the buildings in ruins and crumbled, even the fires scattered about. And as if a ghost, he can see the dragon, the huge gold dragon standing right in front of him. It slowly turns, glaring at Yahto with its red eyes and with a puff a fireball erupts from its mouth and straight at him.

Yahto gasps, shaking his head. The images out of his mind and the illusion away from his eyes, it was all so overwhelming. Yahto takes another good look around, recognizing everything from his dream.

"This has got to be a coincidence…Maybe Déjà vu…" Yahto shrugs it off as mere coincidence and slowly turns back, back on his way to school.

DAY 1

"Jake! We really need you for the skateboarding competition next week!"

Students from all over New York come to the Millard Fillmore Middle School to attend their classes and prepare for their future. A well built school located pretty much around the most residential area of New York, leaving it for easy access for the students and teachers. In front of the school hanging out on the stoop is none other than the American Dragon himself, Jake Long along with his two best friends, Trixie and Spud.

"Chill guys, I can make it." Jake assures his friends, replying to Trixie's statement of needing him for next week's skateboarding competition. "Just rest assured. Your man here will help you smear the competition."

"Well I hope so." Trixie adds. "You're pretty much swamped lately; we kind of don't see you after classes."

"Yeah I know." Jake sighs. "Lately the Huntsclan have been spotted pretty much everywhere. And we still don't know what the heck they're up to or even looking for." Jake scratches his head and continues. "And no matter how many of their butts I kick they keep coming back for more. I'm having my butt kicked all over the place with how determined they are on whatever they're doing."

"Maybe they're looking for their missing cat?" Jake and Trixie blink, then turn their heads to Spud, raising one eyebrow at him. "What?" Spud retaliates. "My grandma made a lot of people search for her cat when it got lost!" Spud suddenly pauses and places his hand on his chin as if recalling back. "Although the cat was just sleeping on top of the tree in her backyard."

Jake and Trixie roll their eyes, expecting such a thing to come from Spud. "Well anyway," Trixie begins, changing the subject from Spud's grandma's cat. "You better tell your grandpa to keep you free next week for the competition. I mean, your grandpa is a dragon too, isn't he? Why can't he go around protecting the magical homies and whatnot?"

"I wish I could Trixie, but that's my responsibility." Jake replies, shaking his head while giving a sigh. "He's just gonna rub it in my face about me being the American Dragon and it's my job to protect the mystical creatures of this city. He's not gonna let me pass the baton for a day just for some competition."

"Well here's hoping for a free day for you to hang out with us for the competition." The school bell rings just as Trixie finishes, the three kids pick up their skateboards and head into the school to attend their classes.

Just as the gang enters the school, Yahto comes into the scene, stepping one foot unto the stoop and looking up at the building. It's just about 7:57 AM, and Yahto can't seem to bring himself to enter through the doors. It's a new place, a new school, new people, he feels like an outcast of sort. But I can't stay out here, don't wanna be late on my first day…

Yahto continues on and through the main doors. The school hallways are just about empty as everyone already enters to their classrooms getting ready for the day, no one around to notice the new kid that just got into the school. Now all he has to do is find his classroom, which is something easier said than done for someone who hasn't visited the school before and don't know squat of which direction to go first.

"Hm…" Yahto hums as he takes out a piece of paper from his pocket, reading up the information on it to find out his classroom and teacher. "Let's see…Classroom # 126…Teacher…" Yahto squints his eyes to take a better read at the name; a printing error has made the name a bit hard to read. "Pro…fessor…Hans Rot…wood…Professor Hans Rotwood?" Hm, catchy name I guess…

Yahto walks down the hall, looking at each classroom door and checking for their numbers. He's around the 100s, up ahead the 110s and then the 120s. He tries to make a mental map of the place, for a school it has some pretty long hallways, many students still roaming them, checking their lockers and getting their stuff before heading to class. To Yahto's left up ahead is the trophy case, further down the principal's office, and even further down is his classroom, #218. Yahto looks at the trophies as he passes along the case, admiring their gold shines and the winner's names engraved on them. The only trophy he ever won was on a field day on his old school for winning the racing competition. Farther on as he walked, Yahto saw the doorway to classroom #218, students entering the classroom as classes are about to begin. His eyes catch a closer detail on three of the students, one of them a young boy, probably the same age, with black hair and green tips, wearing a red jacket with yellow details on the shoulders and left side of the chest; another boy with a purple shirt and an orange long undershirt, and a black girl with a blue sleeveless shirt with a short-sleeved purple undershirt.

As fast as he saw them they disappeared through the door and into the room. Yahto takes a deep breath and continues, taking his first steps into the classroom…

Members of the Huntsclan gather in an abandoned warehouse at the pier in New York. A total of 15 or 20 members are there, all of them reporting in their results of the search for something, some of them even reporting their encounters against the protector of the mythical creatures of New York, the American Dragon.

"Still no sign of the dragon!" The Huntsmaster questions, looking down at his troops from one of the highest points of the warehouse, holding firmly to his specter.

"Huntsmaster!" One of the Hunsclan member steps forward, placing his left fist on the right side of his chest. "We have searched top and bottom of the city, other than the American Dragon and random mythical creatures sightings, we have not come across any signs of evidence of the-"

"Impossible!" The Huntsmaster spits out, interrupting the member's report, slowly walking to an item floating in mid air by his specter's magic, pointing at it with the specter, the item is a golden colored item what appears to be a scale, faintly glowing as a signal of its owner nearby. "This dragon scale is the key in finding that dragon! As the dragon is close the scale glows! There is no better evidence that the dragon is in this city somewhere!"

"But Huntsmaster-"

"Silence!" The Huntsmaster scolds, aiming his specter to the Huntsclan member who tired to speak. "No more excuses! Find the dragon and bring him to me at all costs! Dead or alive!"

Yahto is already half bored to death in his first day of school. This teacher, Professor Hans Rotwood, sounds pretty much like a total nutcase. What's this about fairies, trolls, goblins and dragons? It's like the teacher is living in a fairy tale and trying to suck them along with him. Yahto feels like he might drop to sleep at any moment here, biting away at his pencil's eraser as he slumps forward on his desk, his eyes half open. Geez, is this guy nuts or what?

Yahto rubs the eraser against his left cheek for a scratch, trying to keep his attention to the class…

RING!

Aaah! Lunch time! Finally! The class all rush out of the classroom to the cafeteria, Yahto couldn't keep his hunger at bay any longer as he jumps from his chair and to the door. But at his dismay he finds the school halls packed with students, Yahto could easily navigate around them all, but it'll take a while to get to the cafeteria, but he can only cringe as he pictures at how long the cafeteria line will be. Yahto gently shoved and worked his way through the crowd, sprinting down the halls, taking note of where the crowd heads to pinpoint the lunchroom. Though, something nags at the back of Yahto's head as he sprints down the halls, getting close to the lunchroom, and it wasn't until he placed his hand on the lunchroom doors that he remembered. Oh no! My necklace!

Yahto forgot about his necklace he stored in his backpack. Worrying about leaving a necklace behind isn't a bad thing, but Yahto is pretty much paranoid about leaving a personal belonging alone in a classroom where greedy and grubby students can just open it up and take it. Yahto has to go back. This is gonna take a while…

"C'mon Jake!" Trixie calls as she is about to step out of the classroom door. "Hurry up before the line gets swamped again!"

"In a minute guys!" Jake responds, glancing over to Trixie and Spud who are waiting at the doorway. He turns his attention back to his backpack, closing the zipper after putting all of his books back in it and taking out some spare change from the outer zipper just in case he needs them. Quickly he puts them into his pocket and runs out of the classroom; catching up to his buds and they all run down the hall to the lunchroom.

But a bit after they left the room, Yahto runs in, spotting his backpack on the floor next to his desk and walks over to it. He kneels down to it and opens the outer pack and rummages through the things. Pencils…Eraser…Scissors…Ah!

Yahto retracts his hand from the pack and his necklace along with it, letting it dangle in the bit of sunlight that comes into the room from the windows. He loves his necklace, and the beauty of it as it glitters in the sunlight is reason enough for him to take it anywhere. "Heheh…" He chuckles, slowly getting up, but soon the kid blinks. "…Huh?"

He could make out a glow coming from under the wristband from his left arm, he was about to remove the wristband when the glassed windows from behind suddenly shatter, causing the boy to suddenly turn around, facing the unknown. What in the world…?

Two dark-green clothed men stand there, in a stance ready for battle and self defense, one of them holding a glowing piece of what looks like a scale. Not knowing who they are, Yahto slowly backs away to the doorway, but the item seems to glow brighter with every move the kid makes, making the two men to glance at his direction, and not liking this one bit, Yahto turns around and runs out of the classroom. The two men, glancing at the item to spot it glowing with any move the boy makes, they make haste and charge out of the classroom and after the boy.

Jake and the gang were already making line for lunch when a commotion in the halls broke loose, talks and cries of two men vandalizing the halls and threatening to take out anyone who gets in their ways. The gang step out of the lunch line as the commotion moves in to the lunchroom, seeing food fly about and kids screaming and running for their lives.

"What the heck is going on!" Trixie cries as the lunchroom turns into a war zone as more of the black men from before jump in from the windows to join in the hunt.

"The huntsclan…" Jake mutters, glaring at their way.

"Yo Jake! I think you better dragon up and take care of this mess!"

"You're right Trixie!" Jake nods, starting to turn. "You guys try to evacuate the lunchroom!"

'Geez! What do they want with me!'

Yahto is hiding under a table, the necklace he took out from his backpack around his neck, wanting to believe it'll give him protection from the black clothed men who for some reason are following him. It couldn't be the necklace, could it? It was just a gift for him from his dad, all the way from Egypt in one of his trips a few weeks after Yahto was born. Yahto gulps as his hearts beats against his chest, holding his breath as three of the black clothed ninja men approaches the table, Yahto was only fooling himself hiding under the table would make him unseen by them. He has to get away now! And it better be now!

Yahto sees his opening and goes for it, he crawls from under the table and unto his feet, running away from the three men who were about to catch him. But as luck runs out for him, three more of them jump in front of him and blocks his path, forcing the boy to stop suddenly, loosing his footing and falling forward flat onto his stomach. His luck has ran out as the other three chasing him come up from behind, now surrounding the kid with six huntsclan members. Oh no…Just my luck…

And as strange as it is, that glow from under Yahto's wristband, where his birthmark resides, still hasn't stopped glowing in and out ever since he took out his necklace from his backpack, which he's now wearing around his neck…