• Prologue:

    Some people think mythical beasts exist.
    Some people don't.
    In my world everyone believes in them
    because....
    .... they do exist.

    Chapter 1:

    "Chris, why do you always refuse to go to school?" asked Catherine.
    Catherine has curly, red hair and icy blue eyes. She was wearing jeans and a green t-shirt.
    "Cause I dont feel like going to school," I said.
    I have long black hair with red streaks. My eyes are an odd orange-red color. I was wearing cargo pants and a black sleeveless shirt.
    Catherine sighed. "Why do I even deal with you?"
    Jake entered the room.
    He wore slacks and a blue t-shirt. He has brown hair and sea green eyes.
    "So what are you two argueing about now?" he asked with a sigh.
    I laughed. "Well Catherine here is still complaining about how I always miss school."
    Jake walked over to the couch and sat down. "I think you're getting too cocky for your own good. I'm sorry to say, but," sigh "I agree with Catherine."
    I frowned. "Now nobody's on my side!" I whinned.
    Jake and Catherine laughed.
    "Well I dont know about you, but Jake and I actually have to go to school now," said Catherine while gathering up all her school books.
    "You know what?" I said. "I think I'll go to school today."
    Catherine sighed. "You cant just miss a week of school and then show up to class one day!"
    "Well if that's how you feel about it!" I said.
    "No. I'd rather you go to school at least once a week," said Catherine and walked out the door.
    I grabbed my things and left.
    I walked for about 20 minutes until we hit a large building.
    Latus High.
    Home sweet home.

    Chapter 2:

    Kids starred at me. The little kids would sometimes even scurry away like little annoying rats. I had seen all too much of this before.
    Once Catherine had told me that everyone at school was afraid of me. I dont have many friends. In fact the only friends i do have is Catherine and Jake. I would walk down hallways and everyone would fall silent.
    When I was younger this always bothered me, but as I grew older I learned to get used to it.
    Jake looked at a kid nearby and said,"What you lookin' at?"
    The kid automatically snapped his head away and stared at the inside of his locker.
    Jake always took the staring too personal. Catherine, of course, kept her cool and continued walking.
    When i was a few feet away from my locker, I was intercepted by a person I find very annoying.
    Vice Principal Oaks.
    "So, Mr. Statis! Where have you been for the last 9 days? Have you been making plans to rob a bank? Or have you been nagging the citizens of our beloved Latus City?"
    "Get out of my way, Oaks. You wouldn't want to make me late to class now, would you?" I grinned.
    He sneered and left to terrorize another student. I grabbed my books and walked up the hall. Meanwhile the bell rang. All the other students rushed to their homerooms. I just calmly walked into my first class.
    My favorite class.
    Geometry.

    Chapter 3:

    "What is the Pythagorean Theorem?" asked my geometry teacher, Mr. Dulow. He is middle-aged with grey, balding hair, and is a foot shorter than most students in the school. "Oh! Christopher! How nice of you to join us today!"
    I sighed. I hate school. I took my seat at the very back of class.
    "Why don't you answer the question, Chris," said Mr. Dulow loud enough for me to hear him all the way in the back.
    "No, thank you," I said with a wide smile. I slid my chair back and laid my feet on the edge of the desk.
    For a second, he looked agitated, then returned a fake smile back at me. "I'd rather you did. And also, Mr. Statis, I'd prefer it if you did not rest your feet on the desk."
    "You know what? I'd rather you pick another student," I said cooly. "There's plenty to pick from."
    A girl in the front giggled.
    Mr. Dulow frowned furiously. "Well that's not up to you, is it Christopher?"
    "That's not up to you, is it Christopher," I mocked. "If it were up to me, I would pick another student."
    He started turning different shades of purple. "Answer the question now, Mr. Statis. And feet of the desk this instant!"
    "Let's see! Pythagorean Theorem...?"
    Mr. Dulow seemed to relax slightly.
    "Pythagorean Theorem. 2+2?" I asked innocently.
    Everyone burst out laughing.
    Except Mr. Dulow.
    His face turned from the angry purple to the furious blue. "You will go to the office! NOW!" he burst out.
    I lifted my feet off the desk and walked down the row. The girl at the front of the row blushed and looked away as I went past her desk. No doubt the girl who had giggled before. I took a step into the hallway and then turned back to face the infuriated Mr. Dulow. "And the Pythagorean Theorem states that the square of the hypotenuse of the right triangle is equal to the sum of the squares on the other two sides."
    I smiled playfully and shut the door.

    Chapter 4:

    It took me about 2 minutes to get to the office. When I got there I saw a couple of students already waiting by the principal's office. I walked to the back of the long line and stood behind Chase-I knew him because, like me, he got in trouble quite often.
    He looked down at me-he was pretty big-and asked, "So what'd you do?"
    I shrugged, "Eh, just angered Mr. Dulow again. You?"
    He smiled. "I spray-painted the boy's bathroom."
    I laughed and gave him a high five. "Nice one!".
    We stood in silence for a couple of minutes. Every once in a while, Chase would chuckle quietly-no doubt thinking of the now colored bathroom. When it was my turn to get scolded, Chase walked out and whispered in my ear, "Good luck. He's in a bad mood today."
    I nodded and walked through the door.
    Mr. Garcia swung his big, leather chair around to look at me. For a second I imagined him puffing a cigar and petting a fluffy, white cat- you know, like in those old, mobster movies.
    I struggled not to laugh at the thought and took a seat in front of his huge desk.
    He was about as tall as me and- as if to go with his mobster look- slicked back hair. Thankfully, he wasn't wearing one of those expensive suits.
    "Ah, there you are Mr. Statis. I've been wondering when I'd be seeing you," he said. Heck, he even sounded like a mobster. You never know.
    "What have you done now?"
    "I just stole your mom's favorite tea cups and now she wants you to give me a spanking," I said without breaking a smile.
    That's one of my greatest traits. I'm a real good bluffer. Hey, maybe I'll try out poker sometime. Just a thought.
    But Mr. Garcia did not seem at all amused. He pressed a button on his speaker and I heard a woman say, "Yes, Mr. Garcia?"
    You have got to be kidding me. This guy had a receptionist?
    "Would you please send Mr. Dulow to the office?"
    "Right away sir!"
    We had a stare-down for a couple of minutes-no doubt I won- until Mr. Dulow walked in and broke the silence.
    Mr. Garcia looked up at Mr. Dulow and asked,"What did Christopher do?"
    Mr. Dulow's face was still a faint purple when he said,"This little nuisence inturrupted my class! He refused to answer my question and put his feet on his desk! Oh, and after I told him to leave, he answered the question! This annoying, little brat deserves some punishment!" I thought that any second he might have a heart attack.
    I was ready to face the punishment Mr. Garcia had to offer, but what he said next took me completely off guard.
    "Did he answer the question correctly, Mr. Dulow?" he asked.
    "Well, yes he did, but-"
    "And were his feet dirty?"
    "No they weren't, but he-"
    "So there is no reason for him to be down here," he said calmly.
    I gaped at him. Mr. Dulow trembled with fury.
    "Mr. Statis, you may go to class now. Mr. Dulow, I would like to talk to you for a second."
    I stood up quietly and walked to the door. Before I left, I looked back at Mr. Garcia.
    What I saw next left me completely stunned.
    He smiled at me.
    I swear that guy know's something I don't.

    Chapter 5:

    The rest of the day was pretty quiet. The rest of my teachers knew not to call on me-or even talk to me for that matter. I had a couple of quizzes and one test in Social Studies. Even though I practicly never go to school, I still get hundred's. I don't know why, but I know all the answers already.
    After school, we walked to the clubhouse in Catherine's back yard. Catherine lives on the beach and owns a lot of it. The clubhouse actually is a cave we found in the rocks near some trees.
    We thought it looked pretty awsome, so we turned it into a clubhouse.
    At 7 'o clock, we watched a scary movie. It lasted for about 2 hours and when it was over Jake headed home. A little while later Catherine gathered her belongings and headed across the beach. I've practicly lived in the clubhouse ever since last year when my mom kicked me out of her house.
    I laid down on the couch and was fast asleep in seconds.

    Mist swirled around me. Either the mist was black or everything was. I couldn't tell. I reached my hand out and it dissappeared within seconds.
    Suddenly there was a bright flash from the left. I twisted around to see what it was and cringed at the light. After my eyes adjusted, I peered through the fog. It appeared to be a fire. But something was different. The fire was white, unlike the usual color of orange and red.
    I looked closer and saw a bird of some sort in the fire. I ran toward it trying to free the strange bird from the fire, but froze when I heard a song. The song came from the bird and it was a sweet melody.
    After a minute of staring at the still bird, it looked up straight at me. That's when I heard something I would never expect.
    The bird talked.
    "Come to me," it said slowly.
    It jumped up from the flames and flew through the air. It grew farther and farther away. Once it was a couple hundred feet away, it grew until it was the size of a bus from wingtip to wingtip. It was a phoenix.

    Chapter 6:

    I woke with a jolt.
    After a couple of minutes staring into space, I got up and walked to Catherine's house to get a shower.
    Catherine was already up and ready. I noticed that she seemed a little distracted. At 7:30, Jake arrived. For some reason, he was distracted also.
    Finally, I asked,"What's wrong with you guys?"
    Catherine and Jake glanced at each other. After a moment of silence, Catherine said,"Well, I don't know about Jake, but last night I had a really odd dream."
    "What? Was it a nightmare or something?" I asked skeptically, but was afraid of the answer.
    Catherine hesitated. "Well...no, not really...It's hard to explain. It was just really weird."
    "What happened?" I asked interested.
    "There was this really thick fog, and out of nowhere comes a cat that tells me 'Come to me'. Really freaky."
    I gaped at her.
    For the first time this morning, Jake spoke. "Yeah, I had a dream, too, and it was just like that! But there was a lizard instead of a cat."
    "Catherine, what did your cat turn into?" I asked seriously.
    "How do you know it turned into something else?"
    "Just answer the question! This is really important!" I said quietly so Catherine's parents wouldn't wake up.
    Catherine looked scared but answered,"It turned into a big lion."
    "And you, Jake?"
    "It turned into a dragon."
    I looked out the window at the rising sun. We sat in silence for a couple of minutes while I thought.
    Catherine looked at me concerned. "Chris, what's wrong?"
    I walked away from the window and turned around. "I think our dreams are connected. I don't know how or why, I just know that something is wrong. I had a similar dream with an eagle that turned into a pheonix. There must be something!" I looked back out the window. I stood there for a moment, then punched the window in frustration. It broke into tiny pieces on the floor. "But what!"
    Catherine ran over to me and took my hand into her own. "Chris! Look what you've done! Geez. Jake, go get me the first aid kit!"
    After Catherine was done with treating my newly scarred knuckles and giving her parents a fake excuse for why their window was broken, we all walked to school.
    I was too preoccupied to notice that I was being forced to go to school again today.
    My thoughts were on the dream all day and my teachers took advantage. They asked me as many questions as they could and I didn't feel like argueing with them.
    Throughout the day, I also heard rumors that three mythics had been born the previous night. I didn't really believe this rumor because just one mythic was born every 50 years. I don't think there has ever actually been three mythics born the same night. It seemed impossible.
    Then again, something told me that this particular rumor was true.