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The Secrets of a Dragon	By : Norman Category: +1 through F > American Dragon: Jake Long Views: 18555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own any character from American Dragon: Jake Long, the Disney Company does. I do however own the right to this story/scenario
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Warning: This part of my story contains rape, incest, and graphic violence. Most of which is in Part 2. Part 1 contains a flashback with very mild violence, but it is nowhere near as disturbing as Part 2’s violence. If you cannot handle incest or graphic violence did not read Part 2. You have been warned, no complaints.

Some years had past and Sky found himself standing at the alter of a church, wearing the upper part of a black tuxedo and a black loincloth, with Jake—as a dragon—marching down the aisle with his grandfather. There was no music and relatively few people. Jake was now nineteen, with firmly toned muscles and slightly deeper voice. He had grown in height and, though it was not visible, in length, since Sky had first met him. Their love affair had continued after Jake left Egypt, though it remained secret until Jake reached the legal age of eighteen. And here today, after a year of paperwork and several months of preparation, Sky and Jake’s relationship is culminating with their marriage. They decided that Jake should be the one to walk down the aisle, because he was the only one with living and willing family members. Jake’s family’s willingness to accept the relationship between Jake and Sky was the driving force of this wedding, for without their influence the Dragon Council would have most certainly rejected their marriage, and Jake and Sky would have been forcibly separated. And so, here today, in front of Jake’s entire family, both magic and moral—though the morals would have their memory modified afterwards—, and the Dragon Council, with a few friend here and there, Jake reaches the alter and joins hands with Sky, both with wide smiles.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness a truly tremendous event, the bonding of American Dragon Jacob Long and Sky Antrubus (an-tru-bus) Radae (ra-day) Contriad (con-tri-ad) Soltep (sol-tep) Meamun (Mew-a-men) Jentu (Jen-two) in holy matrimony. Does the Dragon Council grant its permission for the bonding?” read out the dragon pastor.
The Dragon Council member then stood up, as the head member said, with a voice of severe disapproval, “We do, as witnessed by this gathering, grant permission for this bonding, both in law and in representation.”
As the Council sat down, the pastor continued, “As the Dragon Council has given its authorization, is there anyone else here that has a good reason not to allow this marriage? Either speak now or forever hold your peace.” After pausing for a few moments, as though he expected someone to speak, he continued, “With no opposition present, do you, Sky, take this dragon to be your lawfully wedded husband, to care for him in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, through hardship and joy, though there is the possibility that his identity may at some point became known, putting you and your family in danger, from this day forward, until death do you part? If so, then say ‘I do.’”
“I do from this day forward until the end of time, take this dragon, my love, to be my husband,” said Sky, staring into Jake’s eyes.
Then Sky and Jake turned to face the pastor, as he continued, “And do you, Jacob, take this Anubian to be your lawfully wedded husband, to care for him in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, through hardship and joy, though there is the possibility that your identity may at some point became known? Do you vow love and cherish his until death do you part? If so, then answer ‘I do.’’’
For some reason Jake did not answer. “Jake, you have had how many years to think this through? Just say ‘I do,’” mumbled sky, without looking at Jake.
A moment later, Jake said, “With all my heart, I do.”
Time then seemed past within a second, until with the opening of the door, Sky and Jake entered their small one-bedroom apartment, French kissing.
“Okay, Okay, down boy, down, sit down,” said Jake, fighting Sky’s attempts to continue the kiss, “we have the rest of our lives for that.”
As Jake walk into kitchen—that was adjacent to the entryway—Sky, following him, complained, “But this will be our first time since the wedding.”
“That was six hours ago,” said Jake, “Sex can wait. Right now, I just want to eat something, take a shower, and go to bed. I’m just too tired, maybe tomorrow.”
“But, love,” said Sky, sitting down on top of the countertop, as Jake rummaged around in the refrigerator, “tomorrow night you have to work, and in the morning, you have to visit Trixie and Spud and announce our marriage to them. This is the only time the Dragon Council will give you a day-off. You know they hate the idea of this relationship between us.”
“Yah, so what?” said Jake. As he pulled out a pint of ice cream from the freezer, “We beat them. We got married. They didn’t break us up. Wasn’t it you who said to not worry and relax?”
“That was completely different,” said Sky, as Jake set the ice cream down beside him and grabbed two spoons from a nearby drawer.
Jake then transformed his tall human form, wearing a tuxedo much like Sky’s, except instead of a loincloth he wore dress pant. After that he sat down on the counter next to Sky—with the ice cream in between—and handing Sky a spoon, he said, “What differences are there? They both had someone trying to control us, while me in the beginning.”
“The difference is,” said Sky, as he opened the ice cream, “I said it to you, not you to me.”
“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” said Jake musingly, in between bites, “You always have to be right, don’t you?”
“Well, somebody has to tell you’re wrong,” chuckled Sky.
“And who is suppose to tell you’re wrong,” said Jake.
“If I am always right, who would need to?”
They then sat in silence, until they had finished the ice cream. “Well, I’m off to the shower,” said Jake, standing up, “and Sky don’t even think about it, I can’t stand the smell of dog when I shower.”
“Is it my fault I have fur?” exclaimed Sky, as though he had been hurt by Jake’s remark.
“You could always shave?”
“I do not that would work.”
“You’re right; you would look ugly without fur.”
Sky chuckled at this, but his laughter soon faltered, as a vision of his past flashed before his eyes and flooded his mind.

He was four years old, wearing dress pants and a T-shirt, and surround by a group of ten- to thirteen-year-olds, made up of mostly human-form dragons, with a few other humanoid creatures here and there.
“Please, stop! Leave me alone,” he shouted through a stream of tears, as the members of the group threw small wet paint-covered stones at him, “What did I do to you?”
“You were born, coat,” shouted a boy, “Come on, people, harder! Force him to the ground.”
“You shouldn’t have come here,” shouted a tall girl, “You exist to be made into a coat, Anubian.”
“But we are people,” moaned Sky, painfully, “We have the same intelligence as you.”
Unfortunately, this pronouncement just caused an increase in stones being thrown at him, as another girl shouted, “But none of us act superior to the others, or can produce gold fur. Be careful! Don’t hit its face”
Under this onslaught of stones, Sky soon gave in and collapsed onto the ground. Unfortunately, when Sky collapsed, though the stoning stopped, those nearest to him rushed forward and held him to the ground, while the girl who had just spoken knelt over Sky’s head and, after pulling out a pair of tweezers, began pulling out the gold hairs around Sky’s eyes and placing them in a small plastic bag. “Hold his head still,” she shouted, “Let the others have the rest.” At this, the ones holding Sky released him, but before he could move, they grabbed his head.
“Please, stop!” screamed Sky, as tears stream from his eyes, “Someone, help me!”
But no help came. What did come caused Sky’s screams of pain to intensify, because when his body was released, the crowd again surged at him, this time with knifes. When they reached Sky, they ripped off his clothes and began shaving off clumps of the black fur of his body. They shaved him so close, in fact, that his skin was cut raw, and most of the time the skin spilt, so that blood began to slowly drip from each wound.
“Hey! You there! What are you up to?” shouted a male voice after a couple of minutes. The voice came from a police officer, who was running towards the group around Sky. When those of the group saw this man, they scattered, all except for the girl who was still pulling out Sky’s gold hairs. As the officer continued towards the battered Sky, the girl too ran off, leaving the bag of gold hairs.
“Halt! I said stop!” shouted another male officer.
“Leave her. Help me, here. He’s been through the mill, this one,” said the first, as he knelt down and checked Sky for a pulse.
As the second approached the first and Sky, he said softly when saw Sky fully, “Oh my God. John, he needs to go to the hospital.”
“Like they will accept him,” said John, checking on Sky’s injuries, “Walter do use your head, too many in the hospitals are still loyal to the Dragon Council. We shall do what we can, and when he wakes, we will take him home.”
Hours then past, as John and Walter stopped Sky’s wounds from bleeding and cleaned up them up, until Sky stirred. “Oh, what happened? Where am I?” groaned Sky, as he sat up and painfully tried to open his swollen eyes.
In front himself, Sky found an adult slightly overweight Anubian, with green fur where Sky’s had had gold, who was saying, “Hello, there. How are you feeling? Do not worry, those people are gone”—he said noticing Sky glancing around the small alleyway—“. What is your name? My name is John.”
“My name is Skylar,” said Sky hastily, “I am fine.”
“You are not. You’ve been through Hell and back,” shouted Walter, which caused Sky to finch.
“Hush, Walter,” said John, then to Sky, “Where do you live, Skylar?”
After giving Walter a distrustful look, Sky responded to John in the language of Aktubis (Ock-to-bis)—which is a combine of Ancient Egyptian, Arabic, and Hebrew—, saying, “I live at house-level 232, area DD1, grid 12, 4597316.”
“That is very close to the residential zone,” said John, as he helped Sky to his feet, “Is this your first attack?”
Sky nodded.
“How old are you?” said John, gently.
“I am four,” said Sky.
“Only four!” said Walter, “You act like you’re twenty.”
“I am Anubian,” said Sky, “That is how we grow and mature.”
Three of them then walked to John and Walter’s squad-car—which was about two blocks away—, and after covering Sky with a blanket—with the comment, “We don’t want to get charged with molestation”—, they left heading to Sky’s childhood home.
Knock Knock Knock. “Yes? Who is there?” called a female, with a voice as beautiful as a flawless diamond.
“Police, madam,” said John, “We have son with us. He has been hurt badly.”
At this the door flew open, as a beautiful female Anubian, with light blue fur where Sky’s gold, wearing an Amazonian-like tunic, rushed out, and seeing her son, covered in a blanket and missing the gold hairs around his eyes, she quickly embrace him. She perfectly fit with med-sized breast, teeth even whiter than the adult Sky’s gleaming smile, beautiful brown eyes, and a face Sky obviously inherited. “Sky, I was so worried,” she said with apparent relieve that Sky was alive, and then releasing him, she continued calmly, through tears of relieve, “What happened to you?”
“He was mugged, madam, by a large group of kids,” said John.
“He’s a very lucky pup. To survive that kind of assault at his age, it’s unbelievable,” said Walter.
“If you will excuse us, we are still on patrol,” said John, “I would suggest a nice hot bath; it worked well for my first.”
“Yes, thank you,” said Sky’s mother, “Do you want your blanket back?”
“There’s no need,” said Walter, “we can requisition another one.”
“No, take it back,” said Sky, and then to John, “If the dragons find out, you will be fired, I am sure you are already on your last strike.” Sky then relinquished the blanket to Walter, revealing the scars that covered every bare patch of Sky’s pitch black skin.
“Oh, Sky,” said Sky’s mother in a mix of exasperation, sorrow, and horror. She then led Sky into their ground-floor apartment.
When Sky entered the living room, he collapsed to the floor, sobbing and hitting the floor. “Why? Why?!” he sobbed, “Why did they attack me? I did nothing to them. Yet they attacked. What did we even do to them? Have they ever felt such pain? As much pain as they inflicted onto me? Have they once been attacked? They think we live to be made into coats. What kind of life is that? We live surrounded be hatred. They think we are heartless daemons, incapable of love, sorrow, pity—what is the point in living, if your living causes others to hurt you?”
“The point is to live,” Sky’s said gently, as she knelt down beside him and hugged him, “Do not listen to them, you will find love; no matter I swear to you will find true love. Everything will be all right. Things will change just give it time. The first attack is always the worst.” She then began to sing a beautiful Aktubis lullaby in her angelical voice…

“Sky? Are you all right?” intruded Jake voice onto Sky’s vision.
“What?” said Sky disoriented, as he was brought back to reality.
“Are you alright? You’re crying”
Indeed he was two tears could plainly be seen over his fur, falling down his cheeks from his watery eyes. “I am fine,” he said, choking back more tears, “It is nothing, just a memory.”
“Do you want to talk about it,” said Jake, clearly concerned.
“No,” said Sky, turning away from Jake, “Go take your shower. I will be in, in a minute.”
Jake opened his mouth to replied, but seeing Sky’s body language and knowing what the expression on Sky’s face was, he thought better of it and walked away towards the bathroom, leaving Sky deep in thought.
Sky then wandered to the small table that he and Jake called their “dining room table,” and sat down. After a minute or two, Sky heard the shower being turned on. “Mom,” he muttered, as though he was talking to her, “It has been awhile since we last spoke. You were right, you know. You said if I tried hard enough, I could find love, and I did. You would be surprised with whom I found love. He is a dragon, a hot dragon, and I mean ‘he.’ His name is Jake. He is a real gentleman: caring, friendly, easy to talk with, respectful, loving—he is perfect. I wish you could have met him, he is not like the others…
“I know father would be ashamed, but I hope you are proud of me for following my heart. Sometime ago, a millennia seem, I told you I was homosexual and that I feared being discovered and imprisoned or killed, and today, I announced it to the world. It is hard to believe how much my life has changed since I left home. No, that is not true, since I left my father. My home was destroyed when you died, and that bastard took over my life…
“Jake does not know the truth about his species, he is too young. After what they did to you, I thought I would never forgive them, but in the end, I fall head over heels in love with one. Is life not funny, the only person still alive that I care for, who makes me horny just thinking about him, is a dragon, let alone one that looks just like the one that raped me. Which is another funny thing; both of our firsts were rapes…
“I can still remember when thought dragons and Anubians could never get along. When both species hated each other to point that a war could happen at any moment. Out of the hand full of Anubians left, there is still a strong distrust of dragons. With all this hatred, how is it possible that I can love a dragon? After all they did, why do I love him? Life is full of mysteries and love is one of them. To love or no to love, that is not a question. I must love, and I do…
“If you will excuse me, Mom, I know I started conservation, but my love is waiting. It was nice to talk with you. Mom, I love you.” Sky then stood up and walking to the bathroom, he began taking off his clothes and tossing them to the floor. Before entering the bathroom, he looked around at the disorganized clothes piles and said mischievously, “I am how many years older than Jakes, we have lived together for how long, and yet, I am the only one who makes a mess in this apartment. Someday, I have to teach that boy to make a mess and behave like a college student, before he acts too much like his grandfather.” Sky then slipped into bathroom and creeping across the tiled floor, he silently joined Jake, who had just finished washing his body, in their glass-cubical of a shower.
“Sky, I thought I said not to join me,” said Jake, trying to disguise amusement with disapproval, as a pair of fur-covered arms wrapped themselves around his body.
“I never once said I was listening to you,” said Sky, resting his chin on the Jake’s left shoulder.
“Do you ever listen to me?” said Jake, embracing Sky’s arm.
“Only when you agree with me,” said Sky, but at this Jake smacked him in the nose. “Ouch! That hurt!” he said, breaking his embrace with Jake, and grabbing his nose, he stepped back from Jake, “You know that the nose is one of the most sensitive parts of an Anubian, next to the package.”
“Next time it will be there,” said Jake, turning to facing Sky, “If you don’t listen to me.” Jake then grabbed Sky by the lower jaw, and pulling him closer, Jake gently kissed his nose. “There, all better?” said Jake, still holding Sky’s jaw, “This also means you owe me breakfast in bed for then rest of our lives and a cup of that gold juice of yours.”
“How do you figure that?” said Sky, as Jake released his jaw.
“Remember, you made a bet with me that I could never grab your snout without you being able to bite me. The wager was I couldn’t cheat on you, until I manage to prevent you from biting me; at which time, I would get breakfast in bed for as long as relationship lasted. As for the second part, forget it, I’d rather have it inside me.”
“That bargain, if true, became null and void with this,” said Sky, holding up his right hand to show the gold ring that Jake had placed there mere hours ago, “Beside we were young then—”
“—You were way passed young when we met,” said Jake, which caused Sky’s jaw to drop, “And why are you wearing that in here, it might or you might lost it down the drain.”
“First you call me old, and now, you call me clumsy. Maybe we should have waited to get married until you matured a little.”
“I’ve matured plenty since we first met,” said Jake, “Is it my fault you fell in love with a thirteen-year-old? Remember you approached me.”
“I approached you, because you were begging to be done and you did not even know it,” said Sky, lowering his arm and pushing Jake up against the only non-glass wall. Thankfully, for Jake, he was not tall enough to bang his head against the showerhead, though he said, “Watch it. I prefer my brains inside my head…I wasn’t begging for anything. I had had it numerous times before you.”
“With someone besides yourself and including rape, you had had it four times,” said Sky. He then, before Jake could speak, locked Jake into an affectionate French kiss, and for ten minutes, they stood there, kissing, with hands roaming each other’s bodies, and water raining down onto them.
“Do you still want me to go?” said Sky gently, as he broke the kiss and Jake began nipping at his neck.
“No, you can stay,” said Jake, in between nips, “Just remember I came in here to wash and relax.”
“I will,” said Sky, as Jake pushed him back against glass wall opposite to the showerhead. Jake then trailed kisses down Sky’s chest to Sky’s hardening member, where he, after giving the tip a swift kiss, engulfed as much as his human mouth could take. Jake had long since discovered all of Sky’s triggers but he had yet to set off Sky with just a blowjob, and so, this time he hoped to relinquish Sky of that final honor. “Oh, love, how is it that you can make me feel this way?” moaned Sky, as Jake, holding him to the wall, blew him, “Does this not make 8,000 times we have done it?” As water pelted Jake’s hair and flowed down his, Sky, after lathering his hands with shampoo, bent forward, blocking the water from Jake’s head and began caressing and scrubbing Jake’s hair. When Jake’s hair was sufficiently scrubbed, Sky bent back and leaning against the wall, as foam rushed from Jake’s hair, Sky began caressing his breasts and stomach. Jake continued to blow Sky, as Sky scrubbed himself to point that, from the waist up, he was pure white. Three minutes later, Sky began to moan heavily, as he struggled not to grab Jake’s head and force himself deep into Jake’s throat. “Jake,” moaned Sky through heavy breathes, “stop teasing me. Let me cum. Please, just let me cum. A mouth alone cannot trigger me. Free me. Trigger me, please.” And so, Jake finally triggered Sky, by pulling him away from the wall and shoving two claws into his ass. As Sky entered the flow of water, foam flowed from his fur, as he gave an enormous moan and came. “Thank you, love,” panted Sky, as he staggered backward and hitting the wall, he slid down it, to a sitting position with his legs outstretched, “I am not sure how longer I could have lasted before I passed out. It has been a very tiring day.”
Jake then stood up and began to more thoroughly rinse his hair, while Sky panted to regain his breathe. “You’re tired already,” said Jake, “Weren’t you the one so eager to do it that you begged for it.”
“So sue me,” said Sky, with his breathe regained, “We have been through a lot these past weeks: pre-marital jitters, lack of sex for two months, preparations for the wedding, countless battles with the Dragon Council, lack of sex for two months, learning to dance when you are in dragon-form, the dancing with everyone after the wedding…need I go on.”
“Okay, I’ll gave you those, but if can’t put it out, don’t expect me to wait on you,” said Jake.
“What does that mean?” said Sky, as he let the water bouncing off Jake soak into fur.
“It means: if I’m still horny when you run out of energy, and you started it in the first place, I will go and release myself another way or with another,” said Jake. This proclamation caused Sky’s jaw to drop, as he began fidgeting with his hands. “Sky? Come on, Sky. I was joking. I didn’t mean it for real. Love? Look me, Sky. You love me, I love you, remember? Through thick and thin, forever,” said Jake, as Sky began removing his wedding ring. As Jake stepped forward to stop Sky from removing the ring, he stepped on Sky’s tail, causing Sky to yelp and shoot the ring off ricocheting against the walls, as Jake fell on top of Sky, his head landing on Sky’s chest, face buried in fur, with his body in between Sky’s legs. Time then seem to slow down, as Sky watched his ring bounce off wall after wall after wall. He watched it hit the faucet handle—turning the temperature of the water to ice cold—and then knock into the shelve that held the soaps—causing the bottles to fell and explode their contents onto Jake and Sky; until it finally, after hitting Jake in the ass, shot into Sky’s mouth, where it, after ricocheting around in there, landed hooked around Sky’s bottom left canine.
“Would you mind getting off, you are crushing something,” said Sky, and then surveying the damage, he continued proudly, “Why this is a fine mass you made. It is about time you started acting like a college student.”
“I made—you’re the one who can’t take a joke,” said Jake, standing up.
“You should not have been joking about that subject now that we are married,” shot back Sky, also standing up, as removed his ring from around his tooth.
“That’s why I made the joke,” retorted Jake, “We are now forever bonded,” he finished by grabbing the ring out of Sky’s hand and jabbed it onto Sky’s finger. “Do you trust me, Sky?”
“What kind of question is that—of course I trust you/”
“Then show it.”
The two then turned away from each other, with Sky nearest the faucet, as they washed the spilled soaps off their bodies.
A little bit later, Sky heard Jake’s teeth chattering, and turning around, he saw Jake shivering. “Jake?” said Sky, “What is the temperature of the water?”
“You can’t tell,” said Jake, rubbing his hands together.
“I have fur and I have lost most of the pain receptors on my body, how could I?” said Sky softly, as he turned on the hot water. Jake continued to shiver, even as Sky wrapped himself around Jake.
“This is your fault,” shuddered Jake, “If you hadn’t started that argument, I would have asked you to turn on the hot water or left. Instead I stood here and froze.”
Sky, ignoring this comment, entered Jake into a passionate French kiss. After a few minutes, Sky broke the kiss and said, “Do not worry. I know how to make your blood boil.” Sky then knelt down in front of Jake and began fondling Jake’s balls, while he started to lick Jake’s length. When Jake was fully erect, Sky began to blow, while at the same he began fingering Jake’s ass. “Ohhh, Sky,” moaned Jake, as his legs gave way and he backwards against the glass shower door, “It’s been awhile. I almost forgot how good you are at doing this. Mmm, uuuhh, oooohh, love, we need to do this more often, ooohhh, I thought human-form lessen the pleasure, but if anything it increased the pleasure; probably because it lacks heavy usage.”
“Well, it is just so small compared to that hunk of dragon,” said Sky, pausing in his blowing of Jake, “Blowing, I do not mind. But if it is going inside, the bigger, the better.” Sky then return to sucking Jake’s length, as he rammed his finger in and out of Jake’s ass.
Unfortunately, for the two of them, the latch on the door that Jake was leaning on broke, causing Jake to fall backwards taking Sky with him. When they land, Sky returned to his sucking, although he was unable to continue his fingering of Jake, now that his hand was trapped under Jake’s ass, with his finger still inside. Water cascaded down from the showerhead, and ran down Sky’s back, then poured onto the floor, as Sky sucked with Jake practically screaming in pleasure. Until, Jake, thrusting himself upwards, deep into Sky’s mouth, came. Jake froze then, not making a move, just panting heavily, as Sky stood up and using a towel, after turning the water off, cleaned up the spilt water. By the time Jake finally moved, Sky was done cleaning and was busy drying himself off with another towel. “It is about time,” said Sky, tossing a towel at Jake, as Jake stood up, “I was beginning to think I would have to sleep alone to night.”
“Don’t even start. You did the same thing,” retorted Jake, as he began drying himself.
“And you nag at me. So, I get to nag at you,” retorted Sky.
“If you want to sleep on the couch, keep talking,” retorted Jake.
“I sleep on the couch, right,” said Sky sarcastically, “I will be waiting for you to try and make me.”
As Sky left the bathroom, Jake called to him, “You’re such a child.” When Jake entered their bedroom, after he had finished dry off, he found Sky sound asleep. It was easy to tell what Sky had had planned for Jake, for he was face up in the middle of the bed, with half of himself covered with a blanket and the tip of him member clearly visible. Jake then crept over to bed and after pushing Sky over to the left side; he slid beneath the covers and quickly drifted into a deep sleep, leaving Sky under just one blanket.

Ring Ring Ring blared out the telephone next to Jake and Sky’s bed. “Hello,” said Jake groggily, after he managed to answer the phone, “Yes…Uh Huh…Yes…But Gramps…It’s been less than a day…Yes…Yes…Yes…Fine, I’ll be there in a half-hour…I will…Goodbye…yes, see you soon.” Jake then tried to sit up, but he found something on top of himself. “Sky, move.”
Sky remained silent.
“I know you’re awake.”
Still Sky kept quiet.
“Sky, I have to go to work.”
No response.
“Do you want me to scream into ear again?”
Sky still did not respond, until after minute of waiting by Jake, Sky said, sounding wide-awake, “Are you not still on your honeymoon leave?”
“Until four technically,” said Jake, “But it’s an emergency, I have to go. Now get off.” Sky then moved off Jake and together they got up and left their bedroom. “Sky, where did you put the laundry,” yawned Jake.
But Sky suddenly grabbed Jake, and giving the room a loud sniff, he said, “Someone is here. Best go dragon.”
Before Jake could respond, there was aloud crushing sound, as Sky fell to the floor unconscious.

“Sky! Sky! Wake up!” shouted the voice of Jake’s grandfather.
“Ohh. Laoshi, what happen?” groaned Sky, as he sat up. He was back in bed, with Jake’s grandfather standing next to him.
“You and Jake were attacked,” said Jake’s grandfather.
“Where is Jake?”
“Well, um, Jake is…”
”Let me see him.”
“I think it would be best for you to stay here. Jake is…”
“He is not dead. He cannot be. Not again. Not another. It is not possible,” babbled Sky, more to himself than to Laoshi. Sky then bolted from the room before Laoshi could stop him. When he reached the living room, he found it torn apart. And in the center of was Jake’s dragon body.
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