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Chapter V

Challenged

It wasn’t long until dad, gramps, FuDog and KruJi (my magical pet squirrel) arrived. Gramps bought a foot long hotdog in a bun for each of us.

“Okay, what’s this BIG emergency you’re worrying about?” gramps and dad looked at each other seriously. “Let’s walk and talk, kid.” dad said, half-serious, half-usual. KruJi jumped onto my shoulder and we went out of the bar. We took a stroll through the sidewalk.

Gramps and dad bit their hotdog sandwiches, almost both at the same time. FuDog looked away in disgust, turning green, and then said “Please..! You guys eat hot--DOG!?” Gramps and dad nodded, with their mouths full. Men, this is a really rare moment, seeing gramps this…unserious. I was about to take a bite off my sandwich until Kruji bit, like, half of the sandwich, then the other half fell into FuDog’s wide open mouth (he was holding his nose tightly, but he kept his mouth open). What is up with these guys today!? When FuDog closed his mouth, he chewed a bit then asked “What’s this? Meat or something?” he continued chewing until I replied “Hot-DOG!!!” he stopped chewing in shock then hung his mouth open. The bun fell off his mouth into the mud. Ek! That was a disgusting sight!

When gramps and dad both finished eating, they became serious. We were all very silent until grandpa finally spoke up “You will have to be serious now, young one… News has reached us that a specific graduate of Dragsville Academy wants to follow in the footsteps of your dad as the American Dragon. I’m guessing --“ I cut him off and continued the sentence.

“That that punk doesn’t know that the first American dragon’s son is already holding that title! I will defend my title! No one can take on the title as the next American Dragon other than me..!”

“Well, technically, you don’t OWN that title. You only became the American Dragon because there was no one else who dared challenge you and take the title. But now…well, things change, eh? Anyway, as I was saying earlier, I’m guessing that he is also quite talented to graduate in your school, too, considering the fact that it is the top Dragon School.”

“So!? I’m still top dog here!” I boastfully said, pointing my thumb at my chest, with my chin up. “And he can’t be THAT skilled enough to actually have a face-off with me! But he sure has guts to actually THINK he’s worth to battle me!” I was about to transform into my ‘zapped’ dragon form until dad wrapped his dragon tail around my shoulder. He whispered “Keep the killer, new stuff for surprises later, kid.” Then he patted my shoulder. He walked ahead of us, with grandpa right behind him. He went straight up the stairs in his dragon form. Other people, creatures and dragons looked up in amazement. That’s my dad! The first ever American Dragon! The guy who banished the Dark Dragon! The Top Dragon Master! (Ooh, and the dad of the cutest dragon in town, too… #snicker#)

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After that, I went straight to the hangout of my group in the Dragsville Academy. When I reached the gate, I walked passed it (Hey, it was just open, widely, too!). As I walked past the gate, the usual statue of the gargoyle was still there. Its head followed my every move until I got into the main building. Geez, the guys are neglecting their security! Once inside the building, I heard a rumbling noise from the HQ above… Uh-oh…

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(Figure under the shadows of the buildings, watching from an alley)

“So our theory WAS right… The child is alive. His father may not be pleased… Contact him, Orson…” Orson, the smaller figure beside him took out a hand-held device and held it by his ear. The tall figure slapped the hand of Orson. “Ouch! Hey, I—“

“Idiot! Use the orb!”

‘Why didn’t you say so in the first place!?” he held out his arm, revealing a blue, shining orb in his hand. “Master… We—we found your… son…”

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I’ll upload the next part of chapter 5, maybe, tomorrow.. Or maybe by the time I get enough readers and reviews… Thank you!