While this doesn't have a lot of dragon referances in it, i asure you that this is only a proluge. The next will be much more intresting!

Chapter one

"Jim." "Jim." "JIM!"

I awoke with a start, swinging my head wildly around, trying to pinpoint where I was. It took a second or two to recognize it. I was at school, which worried me. These daydreams/blackout had always happened at home, never at school. They were getting more and more frequent. I was ripped from my stupor by my teacher. "Jim, please stay after class." I sighed, knowing what was coming. Dreading what was coming. And, as always, time passed to quickly for me to prepare for this. ___________________________________________________________________________

RIINNGGG!!!

The bell rang, and as the other students left, I stayed in my seat. The teacher looked at me, as if deciding what to do. "Stay here, i've got other things to attend to." She said. Right, as if I'm going somewhere. I stay put for the first few minutes, but then I started to drift. I was getting better, as I could tell when it was about to happen, but not enough to stop it. I slumped in my seat. ______________________________________________________________________________ This one was one of the rare ones, one of my memories. Usually, it was a daydream. Day dreams of dragons... Something tore my attention away from my musings.

( My dad, on the floor.) No. ( Dying, nothing I can do) Stop it! (Taking of his necklace, one I had never noticed.) Why! (Giving it to me) Stop, please! (Protect it, and it will protect you) Please! (Promise me.) Why me! (Please.) I could feel the tears, threatening to spill. (His hand falls limp, Sirens wail.) Nothing. ____ _.......................................................................................................................................................... "Jim!" The teacher said. I forced my eyes open, hand flying to my necklace, the same one in the memory. I looked at the teacher. "Jim, is something wrong?" She asked, with concern in her voice. "No, nothing is wrong, teacher." I replied, keeping my voice steady. We talked about my new home, my new foster parents, and other things for about half an hour. When we finished, I waited to be dismissed. She pursed her lips."Jim, I just want you to know that, although it may not seem like it, were here for you."

I wonder if she really means it. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . On the walk home, I studied my necklace. It was a Chinese dragon, on a dog-tag. Looking at the time, I realized that I was late for dinner. So I did something stupid. I ran through an abandoned field as a short cut. About halfway through, I got mugged. Not just mugged, but almost murdered.

So I just laid there, waiting to die, with no hope left. "Get it over with." I said as with much hatred I could muster. "Oh, this ones got some spunk left in him." One of them said." Lets beat it out of him! Mummers of agreement went throughout the gang. I gave it one last try, hoping that my gym teacher wasn't ling when he said I had a strenght of a bear. I gathered up as much strength I had left. "HEL-mungh" One of the larger boys gagged me. Even thought it was hopeless, I kept on screaming in my mind. One of the boys kicked my head. I blacked-out. ............................................................................................................................................................ "Who are you?" I gasped, partly from pain, but mostly about the voice in my head. One that wasn't mine. "What do you mean, who am I...Who are you?' "I'm Furnace, and you are in my head." "Well, I'm Jim, and this is my mind!" Something around my neck was burning, breaking off the connection, or a fantasy. Burning me. I didn't even have enough strength to scream. "Hey, looky here! Spunky here has a necklace!" Not enough energy to stop them. Apparently I didn't need to. The gang rolled me over to take the necklace, the only connection to my dad. As the gang leader grabbed it, it exploded in a flash of purple light. He was knocked back and was unconscious. The rest of the gang ran away, seeing as I was still surrounded by the purple energy. Falling into it. For the third time today, the most ever for me, I blacked-out. . .. . .. . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . .. .. .. .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . No images this time, just voices. "Trust the friend with no past" "Help the race to be won" "Do not fear death, as it will not claim you until you are ready. "Take up the call..... And that was all. ............. ............... .................... .................... .................... ..................... ...................... ........... I awoke to flapping wings above me, louder than they should've been. I opened my eyes, only to find them staring into eyes of a being far older and wiser than me. Not evan human eyes. I woke up to the eyes of a dragon!