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Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States of America. Home of the Liberty Bell, home of that statue of Benjamin Franklin, the original home of the Fresh Prince from that 1990's sitcom, it is definitely a well known American city indeed. It is also, where our story begins. Well, Philadelphia at early dawn, with the sun just coming up, is where and when our story begins. The classic Philadelphia skyline, the busy streets filled with people, and of course the classic sound of the all-day-long city traffic. Let's not even forget the view of the Delaware River separating Pennsylvania and New Jersey, or the Schuykill River which flows through Philadelphia. Yes indeed, as the 5th most populous city of the United States, it is one of the key united states cities. Of course, our focus is not on the city itself, but rather one sole member of it's citizens. That citizen was actually standing on the roof of his home at the moment, alone. His name was Coby David Nelson, and he was a very adorable young little boy with fine green eyes, dark brunette hair that was in a nice bowl-cut fashion, but it was really more of a swayed fashion, and said brunette hair also had blonde highlights in it too. He wasn't the tallest or buffest boy in South Philly, but he had a body that was fit enough to pass as fit. He also had white skin, meaning that since he lived in South Philadelphia, he most likely had Italian ancestry, but that's not important at the moment. As for clothing, he typically wears black jeans, with purple sneakers at the bottom to match the purple long-sleeve undershirt with a black '-' sign on the chest that he wears under a beige (the specific shade would be closer to Khaki or Ecru) hoodie jacket. Oh, and he also had a black hat on his head that he wore in a reverse fashion too. However, the focus right now was that he was just sitting on the roof of his school, looking at the rising sun over the Philadelphia skyline, at the flocks of Canada Geese flying in their V-shaped flocks high in the sky, and of course listening to the sound of traffic and the occasional barking of a dog. Of course, none of those things was what Coby was really focusing on. Instead, he just looked to the sky, took in a deep breathe and stood up.
"Well", Coby said to himself, "Here's goes nothing....I guess.", and with one more deep breathe, Coby ran for the edge of the building and jumped. While one might view this action as completely crazy, Coby was merely activating his powers. His Wyvern powers. That's right, Coby has the ability to transform into a Wyvern. While all Wyvern transformations have individuality, the one thing that stayed the same is that they are essentially a dragon with the arms & wings being the same limb. Coby's individuality is that his transformation was mostly a violet/purple colour, and he had a very impressive wingspan. His eyes were still green, and while he technically had hands, they were attached to his wings, and were not as easily usable as a Dragon's would be. This transformation was indeed slow and dramatic, first came in the tail, then the legs, then the body took shape (he did grow in size for this form), then the head, and finally the arms/wings. It was truly amazing how fast he had turned into a reptile and just how perfectly this transformation was. However, his attempt at flight was not so perfect. Right after he transformed, he soon, "Woah, woah, AHHHH!", fell right to the ground infront of his own home. Luckily though, he changed back into human form just as he hit the ground, "Oww.....", was all he said with a grown just as his mother came rushing outside. His mother, Chelsea Nelson, was a beautiful woman. Just, downright gorgeous. An amazing figure, with dark brunette hair in a fashionable bun with one nice bit of bangs going over her right eye, she usually wore a white long-sleeve formal shirt with a burgundy sweater, a deep dark burgundy skirt that did the classic slant to show off her legs, black high heels, and an amethyst necklace plus amethyst earrings. Upon seeing her son's crash landing she rushed right over to his side and helped him back up to his feet;
"Are you alright baby?", she said to him in a panic, hugging him and trying to make sure he was alright, "How many times do I have to tell you to not transform on the roof?!"
"I'm fine, mom", Coby assured her as she didn't even think about relenting on her hugs and inspections, "I just...there's nowhere else to transform at!"
"Well until you know how to fly, promise me you won't do it on the roof ever again! I don't want my baby getting severely injured or even killed because he tried to fly off the roof!"
"I promise."
"Alright", Chelsea then gave him once more a big hug, "I know, it's hard being a Wyvern. We don't get mentors like the Dragons do, we don't have a special little council to organize rules to being a Wyvern, we don't have any obligation to protect anyone, we usually have to teach ourselves and do what we think is right. But I know you can do it all by yourself, you're my little baby, after all."
"Mom....why can't you teach me how to control my powers?"
"Honey...I'm the chief of police too", Chelsea then explained to him, with clear regret in her voice, "I would love to be the first Wyvern to actually mentor her son, "But, I just don't have the time to do that. I could be on the call at any second, and you know that! I mean, we live in Philadelpha", and then Coby began pouting, feeling sad that his own mother couldn't teach him how to control his powers, she felt bad for him and patted his cheek a bit so that he looked at her again, "Oh sweetie, it's alright. I'll try my best to find someone who can at least try to help you. In the meantime, you have a school to get to."
"Well", Coby said with a sigh, "Alright mom....can I eat breakfast first?"
"As long as you have time to, sweetie.", and then Coby ran off, but Chelsea for some reason stopped him, "Coby?", and Coby just smiled and gave her a (family) kiss on the cheek before she finally let him run inside to eat his breakfast. Of course, while he was at the table eating his eggs with bacon, the man of the household finally came out aswell. Albert Nelson was the name of the father of this family, and he was a very well built officer of the force. The man was already wearing his police uniform, and was different from his wife and son; he had teal coloured eyes and short black hair. He also had a mustache under his nose, and a bit of hair on his legs and arms. He also had a watch on his left wrist, and of course various police equipment on a belt on his waist.
"Mornin', son!", Albert greeted his son, ruffling his hair a bit as he went right over to the coffee machine to fix himself a drink, "How's it been? Ya all caught up on Glee now?"
"I don't watch Glee, Dad", Coby replied with, with a soft tone of voice;
"You don't?", Albert replied with, "I thought most gay teenagers did."
"Well", Coby was truly shy even now, not knowing how to reply to that, "I don't."
"Well nothing wrong with being an individual, eh son?", Albert then sat down with his coffee and newspaper in hand, but he did see his son wasn't feeling very happy, "Uh, well, wanna hear about those new broadway shows they got playing?"
"I'm not into Broadway either, dad."
"You're not?", Albert replied, a bit confused, Coby just shook his head, "Well, anything ya do like son? I know it's not Football season like you're old man."
"Actually Dad, I wou-", and then Chelsea came back in and of course interrupted the conversation;
"Oh hey honey!", Albert said to his wife happily, "Say, uh, why did you just dash out the house so quickly? Was it Anthony again?"
"Oh no", Chelsea replied, putting a hand on Coby's shoulder, "It was just Coby accidentally tripped and fell down the stairs and I wanted to make sure he was alright!"
"But, I don't remember Coby leaving through the front door...."
"Trust me, that's what happened", and suddenly Chelsea sounded a bit more stern than usual;
"Well, was the fall bad, son?"
"Not really", Coby answered with, even though he knew full well he was basically lying to his dad, "I'm perfectly fine, dad."
"Well that's good, son!", Albert then assured his son with a smile, "'Cuz you do have school in just a few minutes, hahaha."
"And you have to get to the station in a few minutes, Officer Nelson", Chelsea then reminded her husband while she herself got her own coffee;
"Oh I know, Chief", and it was then that the School Bus Coby had to take arrived.
"There's the bus", Chelsea announced, "Now get going, baby, have fun at your new High School! Oh my little Freshman!", and then she gasped, just remembering now that it was Coby's first day as a 9th grader in a real high school, and promptly took out her iphone just as Coby got his purple backpack on and was headed for the door, "Hold on! I have to get a picture of you before you leave!"
"Mom, I-", and she took the picture;
"Alright, got it! Now off to school, my little man!", and with that Coby was finally off to his first day at his first real High School. The High School Coby went to was none other than Deborah Read Franklin High School. It was a public school located in South Philadelphia, and was essentially your average big city educational institute. The main building had three stories to it, and also included the Cafeteria inside of it. The Auditorium was it's own separate building just beside the main building, and the Gym which also included the pool was the same way on the other side aswell. Other classes, such as Weights/Conditioning, Wood Shop and Art, had a shared building in the back area of the school's campus. In the middle of that, was the school's main yard complete with a hexagon shaped wooden platform that had an impressive statue of Benjamin Franklin & his wife Deborah Read Franklin standing side beside with arms at eachother's waists in the center of it. Amazingly, that statue was made by students of a previous year. In the back of the school campus was other courts for sports that didn't fit inside of the Gym. Which of course meant the Tennis courts and finally the Football Field just behind that. The school also had a front yard which included a small baseball field plus various equipment for Football practice & tryouts. Of course, the focus right now was not on the school itself, but rather on the hundreds of students arriving from the school buses to attend it. Of course, the focus was on Coby, who was just arriving to the school off of his bus. Of course, as soon as he stepped off of the bus one of the head jocks of the school purposely bumped into him to push him;
"Watch where ya goin!", the jock mocked as Coby just bluntly kept walking on. He was also nudged by another jock in the same fashion again, one of the previous one's friends, but he kept ignoring them and walking into the hallways as soon enough he was in the main lobby of the school. There was a statue of Deborah Read Franklin right infront of the stairways, and on the base of that statue was the list of homerooms. Upon looking at his homeroom, Coby just sighed at seeing what subject the class was, but he went to it anyway. The reason he was not excited about this, was because the homeroom was nothing else other than Algebra class. That's right, Algebra. The class that most students dread whether they are good at it or not. At least, in this school anyway.
Coby was not the first person to reach the classroom and take his seat at one of the desks, but he wasn't the last one either. He was at least the seventh person to arrive to the class. Once he took his desk and sat down in it though, he was soon greeted by someone who actually turned his bored unhappy expression into an actually happy expression with a happy mood to boot it;
"Hi Cobes!", was the voice of Brandon Quinn; Coby's best friend. While Coby was first startled by Brandon's voice, when he saw it was him, that best friend of his with a quiff fashioned brown hair, light purple eyes, a red shirt with a flame design on the chest plus a dark red/black striped long-sleeve undershirt, with khaki pants and red/white sneakers to finish the look, he was definitely happy to see his Best Friend, "Glad ya passed and made it to High School!"
"I'm glad you passed yourself", Coby replied with, "A bit surprised, but happy."
"Why surprised?", Brandon replied, "I mean, I'm not dumb, am I?"
"I'm not calling you dumb, I'm just saying, ya know....well, you did tend to make your desk fall over quite alot......and you once managed to break the water machine, and you faceplanted on the vending machine alot too. Ya know, your not exactly, well, the opposite of clumbsy."
"I know", Brandon replied with, somewhat sighing, "I can't help it..."
"Hey", Coby patted him on the back, "We're friends! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings! Please don't feel bad about it."
"I'm just joking, Cobes!", Brandon said back, smiling, "As if you would hurt anyone's feelings!", and it was then that Coby and enjoyed a good life with eachother just as the next person walked into the room, a fellow student and friend of theirs. More specifically, it was Ingrid Lofton. Ingrid was not the tannest girl in school by any means, and she had brown hair in a low bun style, wit ha few pencils kept in her bun. She wore glasses over her green eyes, and usually wore a khaki jacket, a white shirt under it, green/dark khaki pants with white/black shoes and completed her look with a golden key necklace. She also usually carried a Franz Kafka book with her aswell.
"What are you two laughing about?", Ingrid said to Coby and Brandon as she sat down on the other side of Coby;
"Oh Hi Ingrid!", Brandon eagerly greeted her with, "I should've known you'd make it to High School! Me and Coby were just laughing about the thought of Coby hurting someone's feelings!"
"Gee that really is a funny thought.", of course Ingrid was being sarcastic.
"I know right?"
"You know, sometimes I question why I hang out with you two", Ingrid answered with, "But then I realize that I do because for some reason, I want to."
"Good to know that, Ingrid.", Coby said back to her with;
"Yeah!", Brandon added, but then gasped, "That might mean we're destined to be best friends! I mean, wouldn't that explain so much?!"
"It would, if there were proof of an actual higher power."
"Haha", and it was finally then that the teacher of this class finally arrived. He was George Jefferson Franklin, and he was known all around the city was one of the toughest teachers in the entire world. Even the hardcore mathletes were afraid of his class. He had to moved down from 12th grade math to 9th grade math because he was that tough. He was an overweight but still imposing african-american man with short balding hair, a light beard on his chin, and he usually wears a navy blue blazer with a light yellow collared shirt under it, plus a mutli-coloured scarf over both of his shoulders. Complete with khaki coloured pants and typical black dress shoes, this man was ready for his day of work. Well, at least you would think that. You see, instead of a binder or anything, Mr. Franklin actually brings a box of doughnuts with him everywhere he goes.
"Alright alright that is enough laughing and playing and talking!", Mr. Franklin bluntly said in his very deep voice to all of his students, "I am Mr. Franklin, and that's all you need to know about who I am. Now, I am going to go over the roll call, and when I say your name you had better say here, if you don't say here when I tell you to, even if you ARE here, you are still going to be counted as absent! Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes sir", all of the students in the class said in unison;
"Now", Mr. Franklin then cleared his throat, "Brittany Fujimoto?"
"Here!", and that was from Brittany, a Japanese-American girl with long black hair usually tied in a ponytail, of course having that classic cheerleader perfect body/face, and of course wearing the cheer-leading uniform that was mostly white with blue, the school colour, stripes and such in that typical cheerleader style. She also wore fashionable sneakers as part of her outfit too, of course. Also, while she was saying here, she was also just bluntly texting someone on her cellphone.
"Alright", and then Mr. Franklin checked the next name on his roster, "Jacob Sterecra?"
"Right here, Frank", and of course that came from one of the school's head jocks and prime football players, Jacob. He had that classic football player body, a fabulous tan as he had indian (the country india) heritage and as as such an Indian-American, short black hair alongside dark eyes to match it, and usually wore a red collar shirt with a long-sleeve white shirt underneath, though he kept the sleeves rolled up. He also wore khaki coloured shorts and sandals matching his shirt. Jacob had his feet resting on the seat of the desk infront of him, and had his hands behind his back in a classic resting position;
"That's Mister Franklin to you, boy", Mr. Franklin promptly said to him as he then checked the next name of the roster, "Muffy Jenkins?"
"Here!", and that came from a red-headed Irish-American girl with black eyes who was wearing a green turtle-neck sweater, a plaid skirt that was mostly shades of green, black dress shoes, white socks and of course, had freckles.
"Gary Stu?"
"Here!", and that came from an African-American boy with freckles and dark curly hair in an afro fashion. He had noticeable buck teeth, a nazily voice, was extremely scrawny, and was wearing blue shorts with suspenders over a white long-sleeve shirt with pens in the chest pocket. He also wore glasses, black shoes, and had an inhaler with him at all times. He even took a few breathes with the inhaler before Mr. Franklin moved on to the next student;
"John Doe?"
"Here!", and that came from a bald African-American boy who had a fully bald head, wore a white collar shirt with a blue sweater-vest, had on black jeans and blue sneakers. He also had dark eyes, too.
"Carmelita Sanchez?"
"Here!", and that came from a Spanish-American girl with shoulder-length brown hair, brown eyes, who dressed in a blue jean mini-skirt, wore knee-high heeled boots that were black, wore an orange tank-top with a very short blue jean jacket over it. She wore plenty of orange/pink makeup on her eyes and lips, and Mr. Franklin himself was disgusted with the way she looked/dressed.
"Tyriana Lincoln?"
"Right Here, yo", and that came from an African-American girl who had golden hoop earrings, wore a short jean skirt, had purple high-heels with a matching purple shirt, and wore a blue jean jacket. She didn't ware as much make up as Carmelita did, and wore colours that actually looked good on her. She had her hair in a long corn-row fashion, and it was of course, dark in colour.
"Devonte Benson?"
"Here!", and that came from an African-American boy with his hair in a corn-row fashion, he had on extremely baggy pants, a white t-shirt, was very skinny but very fit, and had on a big puffy jacket with a hood aswell. He also had ear piercings, wore plenty of rings on his fingers, and was tall in height.
"William Washington?"
"C'here!", and that came from an African-American boy with short hair in no particular fashion, a generic blue t-shirt, blue jean shorts, generic sneakers, and an overall generic look to himself.
"Amy Jackson?"
"Here!", and that came from a cheerleader in the same uniform as Brittany, but of course Amy was African-American rather than Asian. She had her hair in a fabulous shoulder-length style, and had her hair straightened. Though, this was likely just weave or a wig. Aside from that though, she wore the same thing Brittany did, though she was a bit taller than the Asian girl.
"Mary-Sue McLean?"
"Here!", and that came from an Irish-American girl with extremely curly and puffy red hair who was wearing a dark green turtle-neck sweater, blue skinny jeans, black heels, a few earrrings and other jewelry, and of course had blue eyes.
"Conan O'Doogle?"
"Here!", and that came from an Irish-American boy with short red hair, freckles, pale skin and of wearing clothes similar to Devonte, but the pants were black, the sneakers were blue, and the jacket was a darker blue. Though the outfit was still essentially the same thing, but in different colours.
"Ingrid Lofton?"
"Here.", and of course that came from Ingrid.
"Brandon Quinn?"
"Here!", and that came from Brandon.
"Coby Nelson?"
"Here", and of course that came from Coby.
"and finally, Blake Baumer?", and of course Blake Baumer was a Japanese-American boy who who had black hair in a spike anime-esque fashion, it wasn't long, but it was short and a bit spikey in the back. He had one bang going over his right eye, that was also where a dyed red streak was, and that red streak took up most of the bang. He usually wore a dark red shirt with a black dragon design on it, black jean pants, red sandals and had a watch on his left wrist. He also wore a long-sleeve white shirt under his red shirt too. He didn't say he was here, because he was already asleep with his hand on his desk. Mr. Franklin saw this, and took a sadistic delight when he said, "I'll count you as absent then", and he even began laughing, "Hahahahajawahahahamahahahaa!", but then he once more cleared his throat and walked over to sit on his desk, then he opened his box of donuts.
"You're going to make us do every single page from the textbook while you do nothing but eat doughnuts at your desk, aren't you?", Ingrid then bluntly asked him;
"Why yes", Mr. Franklin replied with a very sadistic grin to his face, "Yes I am. You all will start at the first page with work to be done on it, take out your notebooks or whatever you kids use for paper nowadays, and get working!", and then he just bluntly began eating donuts at his desk without actually teaching anything while his students just took out paper, notebook and textbook and did their work. Or in Jacob, Brittany and Amy's case just pretended to do their work, and in Blake's case just continued sleeping through the entire class. Of course, it wasn't long until Coby was having trouble with his math work, having to fill his designated scratch paper sheets with tons of unnecessary work because he didn't know multiplication or division well, and of course was easily getting stressed out until finally;
"The answer's twelve", was all Ingrid said to him, of course in a whisper;
"Thanks, Ingrid", a very relieved Coby promptly whispered back to her, putting down that answer and then moving on to the next one which of course, made him begin stressing out once more. Meanwhile, Mr. Franklin was just enjoying doughnut after doughnut. He savored them by taking several bites to finish just one, but after each was finished, he went right to stuffing his face with the next one. He hardly even opened his eyes to look at his students at all, he just focused on his doughnuts.
"This is alot easier than I thought it would be!", Brandon then whispered to Coby with, "I heard this guy was the harshest math teacher in the entire world!"
"Brandon", Coby whispered back to him with, "I'm trying to work here..."
"I know, but I'm just saying!"
"Saying what?"
"I......I forgot what I was talking about........", Brandon then raised his hand, but Coby promptly put it right back down for him;
"I don't think you'd want to do that."
"Why not?"
"You do realize that he's probably just waiting for someone to screw up, right?", Ingrid then pointed out to Brandon and Coby, "He told us to work, and if he catches us not doing math work, or pretending to do math work, or quietly sleeping, he'll probably give us an extremely irrational and ridiculously harsh punishment for virtually no reason. Right?"
"......what?", in response Ingrid just sighed and whispered;
"Why do I even try?"
"I'm just asking what you mean!", Brandon whispered back, "I didn't understand it."
"Just forget it", was all Ingrid answered with. , but it was then that a sound was heard. It was the sound of Muffy Jenkin's pencil rolling off her desk and onto the floor. It was a sound heard through-out the room, a sound that didn't wake Blake up, but did manage to disrupt Mr. Franklin's time of enjoying his doughnuts. It was a sound that made Muffy Jenkins get up from her seat and try to pick it up, unaware that Mr. Franklin had walked up to her desk already, and was angry as he said to her;
"MUFFY JENKINS!", and the girl hit her head on the bottom of her desk as she jumped in fear, "YOU OWE ME ONE GRAPE JELLY AND PEANUT BUTTER DOUGHNUT WITH FROSTING ONTOP, AND YOU HAVE ONE WEEK'S DETENTION FOR DISRUPTING MY EATING! DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?", in response there was a long pause, before Muffy Jenkins bursted into tears and cried as she ran from the room into the 2nd floor girl's bathroom. Coby and Brandon looked on worried as Mr. Franklin just fixed up his clothes before sitting back down and went right back to eating his doughnuts at his desk. As they held their worried expressions, Ingrid just said to them;
"That's what I meant.", and of course, the rest of the class was filled with stress, quiet, and Mr. Franklin eating doughnuts the entire time. Nothing truly worth focusing on happened in this class, so it's not worth talking about. However, after the class ended and everyone, even Blake, got up and left Mr. Franklin's homeroom class, Coby, Brandon and Ingrid were walking together down the now busy halls of the school to the next class they all ironically seemed to share. Ingrid opened up with the first words, "I'm just going to make a wild guess and say we all have the exact same classes."
"Well, is your next class Mythology?", Coby then asked in response, "Cuz, that's what mine is."
"Yep", Ingrid bluntly answered with, "And I bet it's-"
"Mine too!", Brandon then excitedly answered, "Yay! We're gonna go to Mythology class AND Math Class together! Isn't this exciting!"
"Since when is there a Mythology class in any type of school?", Coby then questioned, "Don't they save that stuff for the internet?"
"Maybe this school is just the fun public school!", Brandon then suggested, "That's what I bet it is! Every other class besides Mr. Franklin's is gonna be amazingly fun and everything!"
"Or", Ingrid then suggested, "It's supposed to be Geography class, but the possibly mentally insane teacher refused to teach that and just changed the name."
"Well, I guess we'll see which one of you is right when we get there", Coby suggested, "I wanna bet that Ingrid's right."
"Awww", Brandon replied, "Why can't I ever be the right one?"
"Because my suggestion makes sense?", Ingrid answered with;
"But mine can make sense too!"
"Guys, chill!", Coby said to his two friends, "It's alright, we're all friends here, right?"
"Of course we are!", Brandon replied with, "But-Oooh! Oooh! There's Mythology class!", and of course he was pointing right at the door to their next class together. All three of them then promptly entered, and saw that this class had at least 20 students total. About half of the class was African-American, while the rest except for them was Irish-American. Even the teacher was African-American when he stepped in, but he was definitely not their previous teacher. Though, that should be obvious. This teacher was far more slender and taller, and had hair that was similar to Benjamin Franklin's in that it was mostly bald on top while the back was actually a bit long. For clothes he usually wore a black pair of suit pants with visible suspenders, a white formal shirt with a red tie, and a black blazer to top it all off with black/white dress shoes. He also had a small visible bit of stubble on his chin too.
"Alright alright alright", the teacher said to get the talking class to settle down, "Welcome, to Mythology class, I, your teacher for this fine class, am to be usually addressed as Mr. Carter, or Professor Benjamin Carter, but I would prefer Professor Carter. Now I am not going to bother with roll call because frankly, I know there are much more important things to talk about! I'm here to tell you that Magical Creatures, are real!", and in response, the class just remained silent. Some of them did twirl their fingers around their ear to show they thought Mr. Carter was crazy, "Oh sure, y'all think I'm lyin', but I know they are! Y'all can't convince me otherwise! Now", he then went over to the chalkboard of his classroom, "Can anyone tell me the difference between a Dragon and a Wyvern?", Coby wanted to raise his hand, but due to shyness he decided it was best not to. Instead, nobody did, Mr.Carter just pouted and pointed to Ingrid, "You! You look like the only smart one in this whole classroom, you tell me!"
"A Wyvern and Dragon are virtually similar to eachother, but a Wyvern has it's arms and wings as the same limb like birds do, Dragons have arms and wings as separate limbs. Of course, this is all assuming that they are real creatures."
"That is correct!", Mr. Carter answered, crudely drawing a Wyvern and a Dragon on his chalkboard, "At least, in the typical mythological field. I, don't think they have any differences! I know for a damn fact that Wyverns and Dragons are the same thing! They both have allergies to the human buttocks", Coby immediately raised an eyebrow and was confused as to how this teacher could think that, "They both have brains the size of peas", Coby was then a bit offended, "And their wingspans are about the same length. I KNOW that Wyverns are simply the younger forms of Dragons! There is no genetic difference between them at all!"
"Yeah", Ingrid then sarcastically answered, "You really know your Mythology."
"That's right I do!", Mr. Carter replied, "Now they kicked me out of every professional institute in the country, and even in Canada, but they can't stop my speaking of the truth! Now, does anyone know what Dragons and Wyverns eat?"
"Oooh Oooh!", Brandon then raised his hand, "Pick Me, Pick Me!"
"Fine, what you think?"
"Is it", Brandon then thought about his answer, "Cows?"
"No!", Mr. Carter promptly answered, "Dragons and Wyverns do not eat Cows! I don't know where in the heck you learned that from, but it's not true! Everyone knows that they prefer to eat Pretty Princesses! Why do you think they kidnap them so often?"
"Oh my gosh", Brandon then gasped, "I am learning so much today!", Ingrid just shook her head in silence, while Coby was a bit nervous about this class already. Mainly because, well, he was a Wyvern. So naturally, he was a bit nervous about having to keep this a secret in a class like this. Amazingly though, he managed to do it. He did indeed manage to keep quiet as Mr. Carter continued on;
"Now, I'm going to be breakin' down some other misconceptions ya'll might have heard about the Magical Creatures in this world", he then continued drawing and writing on his chalkboard, "For one thing, MerMAIDS do not have any male counterpart! They are an all female race of underwater magical creatures that live in the lost city of Atlantis which I assure you is hidden the Bermuda Triangle, which is actually a Trapezoid!"
"Uhhhh", one of the male students then asked, "Can you like, talk more about the mermaids please?"
"Yeah!", Brandon then exclaimed, "Can you? That sounds hot!"
"Heh, well of course I can!", Mr. Carter replied with, "Mermaids, besides being all female, are indeed, able to reproduce with eachother by using a method of mating called Parthenogenesis."
"So", Brandon questioned further, "Do they have sex with eachother?"
"Putting it mildly, yes, they do", and every guy except for Coby was suddenly drooling at the mental imagery. The girls were either rolling their eyes, or in Ingrid's case just ignoring this and reading a Franz Kafka book during the rest of this class. Coby just slouched in his seat, probably ignoring Mr. Carter like everyone else essentially was, save for Brandon and the Heterosexual boys. Either way, Coby was silent like he usually was in class unless Brandon or Ingrid, most commonly Brandon, whispered to him to talk. Overall though, Mythology class went along much more smoother than Algebra class did, since most of what Mr. Carter talked about was various lies about Magical Creatures. Or at least, things he taught that in reality were not true at all. Sometime after Mythology class, Coby, Ingrid and Brandon were enjoying the school recess/break period. More specifically though, it was lunch time, but neither of them were eating any of the food. Instead, they were just simply walking around the main yard of the school. Of course, the three also had some small talk while they walked around the campus too;
"You really sure you don't wanna try any of the food here, Cobes?", Brandon asked as he was taking a few bites out of an apple, "It won't hurt ya!"
"Nah, I'm good", Coby replied to Brandon with, "I'm not hungry anyway."
"Or you're just worried about gaining weight", Ingrid then bluntly answered, Coby just sighed and looked down to the ground in response;
"Aww come on, Cobes!", Brandon then patted Coby on the back, "You're not fat at all! You're definitely not ugly! Why you gotta be like that?"
"I know I'm not fat!", Coby answered with, "I just....don't wanna start getting fat, is all."
"Or in other words", and as Ingrid continued on they stopped walking, "You want to impress, him.", and of course their focus went over to the boy who was Coby's crush: Devin Fairlie. Devin Fairlie was a handsome boy, with a slender but well built body, and had somewhat ruffled thick but short hair that was blonde in colour. He had a soul patch on his chin, gorgeous blue eyes, and usually wore blue jeans, white/red sneakers, and a red shirt with a white swirl design. Sometimes he wore a long-sleeve white undershirt with the sleeves rolled up, but sometimes he did not. He also had a twin brother, Gavin Fairlie. Obviously they looked mostly alike, except Gavin had his hair more well done than Devin, had no soul patch, and wore a red hooded sweater with short-sleeves, and almost always wore a white long-sleeve undershirt. Either way, the point was that Coby had a crush on Devin he only spoke to his closest friends about, and every time Devin was nor, or that Coby saw him, Coby would blush a little and either freeze up or get completely nervous;
"Well....um.....maybe......heheh."
"Awww, you and Devin make a cute couple!", Brandon then said to Coby, imagining him and Coby together in his mind, "And a hot one too! He even has that twin brother of his too!", and yes, Brandon was indeed pansexual;
"You know", Ingrid then said to Coby, "You could just talk to him."
"No, I can't", Coby replied, "He's in most of the School's sports teams....it'd be weird and he'd probably even beat me up or something.......it just has to be secret, I guess. Forever."
"Aww, come on!", Brandon replied, "It's not gonna hurt that much to just talk to him!"
"Yes it will!", Coby replied, "I mean, what if he judges me just for talking to him? What if he is straight and would rather not talk to a gay guy? What if he already has a girlfriend? What if he already wants to beat me up anyway?! What if he wants to throw me into a dumpster?! I think it's best I just not take that risk and just never talk to him in the first place."
"Are you sure?", Brandon replied with, "You two would look so hot together!"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Well if you are sure, why don't we just keep walking?", Ingrid then put out, and with that, the three friends promptly continued their walk around the school until recess/break was over. Of course, the very next class that Coby had, did not have Brandon or Ingrid in it. It was none other than Gym class, and it was tought by an overweight Irish-American man with a balding head, a thick mustache, and who wore green gym shorts and sleeveless grey shorts, with sneakers. This showed his extensive amount of arm, leg and chest hair. He also spoke in a thick Irish accent, aswell. His name was Coach O'Doogle, and he was your classic loud-mouth and a bit over-bearing Gym teacher. With an Irish accent, the man of course, fired out these exclamations at Coby and the other students in his class almost immediately upon them entering the room;
"ALRIGHT YA LAZY SLACKERS!", he opened with, "FIRST, YA ALL ARE GOING TO BE DOING 50 PUSH-UPS, THEN 50 SIT-UPS, THEN YOU'RE GONNA BE DOING A FEW GOOD LAPS AROUND THE COURT UNTIL I SAY TO STOP, AND THEN WE'RE GOING TO GET ONE WITH THE FIRST LESSON, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!"
"Sir yes sir!", the rest of the class then all said, excluding Coby who preffered to just stay quiet all of the time. Coby did, however, do all of what the coach had ordered them to do, as he did like to take care of himself in terms of athleticism. He did all of the push-up and sit-ups, and followed that with doing laps. However, Coby was not keeping up as fast as the other boys, and as such, O'Doogle wasted no time in going hard on the boy;
"NELSON!", he called out angrily, "YA BETTER SPEED THE HELL UP IF YOU DON'T WANNA BE DOING LAPS THE ENTIRE TIME!", and Coby remained silent and tried to speed up. He didn't like being singled out like that, but he just remained quiet and did what the coach said, however, O'Doogle still didn't think he was going fast enough, and continued to yell, "FASTER! I WANNA SEE YOU GET PASSED THAT FATTIE!", and of course the fat boy infront of Coby was offended by that, but Coby still went faster, even though that he was only going slower because they had done so many laps. By the 40th lap around the court almost all the boys were tired and exhausted, but the coach had not told them to stop yet and as such, they kept going. "Ten more laps, boys!", Coach O'Doogle finally said in a somewhat less loud tone, letting his voice simply echo through the gym, "Ten more laps! Keep it up, especially you, Nelson!", Coby once more did not like being called out like that, but his shyness made him silent to it. Besides, he was more focused on the fact he was about to pass out from all these laps more than anything else, and that was when he just couldn't take it anymore. By that, of course, I mean to say that his Wyvern tail by accident popped out and caused him to trip some of the guys behind him before causing himself to trip when he turned around to see what was going on. Coby in turn, ended up being sent right into a cage full of the various sports balls. Somehow he managed to hit them so hard that literally all of the balls inside of the cage flew into the air and flew at Coach O'Doogle. The man had no time to react before one of them whacked him right in the groin, making him, "OOOOOOoooooof!" in a squeal like a crying pigs. Almost immediately after that though, the man was hit in the face and body by almost every single ball, the force of which caused him to immediately fly into the bleachers, his weight causing them and their metal supports to break into a large hole until he was right at the wall. Only then did the balls all begin bouncing back on the court. Coby was completely nervous now, infact really he was scared, while the other boys in his class all snickered and laughed to themselves;
"Man that is some freakin' crash!", one of the boys commented with;
"Coach probably should've been doin' some laps himself!", was what another one added in before they were all bursting out laughing. Infact, only two of the twenty or so boys even went to help O'Doogle out of the hole his weight and the force of the balls had created. Once the coach was out of the balls, he immediately gave Coby, who was just looking very innocent and apologetic to him, and said;
"Coby David Nelson", in a cold tone of voice, "To the principal's office. NOW.", and of course, alot of 'ooooooh's and other similar sounds came from the other boys in Coby's class. Coby, however, just gulped, became extremely nervous, held his head down, and silently walked out of the gym and towards the principal's office. He remained silent through the entire walk, not talking to anyone in the halls at all. He just kept his head down except for when he looked at the school map to find out where the office was; on the third floor. After taking a left turn at the end of the stairs, Coby finally made his way to the principal's office. Of course, it wasn't the original principal's office, that was on the first floor. The current one is the new principal's office, ever since two school years ago at least. Once Coby got there, retaining his nervousness, he saw the door was already open. The secretary was still on the first floor despite the principal no longer being there, but that didn't mean Coby was not scared of this principal's office. After all, nobody wants to go the principal's office. As such, Coby felt he had to first take a deep breathe before knocking on the door of the principal's office. The door was already opened, so he was essentially only doing this to tell the principal that he was there. After the knocking, he did indeed here the woman administrator of the school respond, saying;
"Yes?"
"Um", Coby quietly said, still highly nervous due to his insecurities, "C-c-coah O'Doogle told me to come to your office...."
"I see", the woman, keeping her chair turned away from the boy so he could not see her face or clothes or anything, but could only hear her somewhat menacing voice, "And why did he send you here?"
"I-i-it was an accident!"
"That does not answer my question."
"W-w-well....", Coby then took one more deep breathe, before finally confessing, "I caused a lot of the sports balls to end up hitting him all over and stuff."
"And what is this stuff?"
"He.....he ended up crashing into the bleachers, too."
"Very well", Coby then saw the woman's left arm, which had a cigarette in it's hand. The arm was clearly wearing some type of dark coloured sweater or shirt, but that was so far the only feature he saw of the woman, "And you are sure this was an accident!"
"Yes!", Coby then exclaimed, clearly fearing what his punishment would be, "I'm sure."
"Fine", the principal answered with, "I will give you a fair one week's worth of detention.", Coby sighed in response to that. He didn't think it was fair since it was an accident, but he did understand that she can't know that and has to punish him anyway. He knew it was best to just accept it and move on, especially when she finished with, "You may go back to your class now."
"Yes ma'am.", and after saying that, Coby immediately went on his way. He was sad about having detention, but he knew not to let that get to him. When he was younger he could cry about it, but that just caused more trouble for him anyway. Coby just bowed his head, put his hands into his pockets, and walked back towards the gym class he had came from. However, quite literally just when he opened the door, the bell rang to show that it was finally time to head home from school at long last. This in turn did indeed meant, that Coby himself made sure to get to his school bus, sit down in his seat alone since neither Brandon or Ingrid road the same bus home with him, and finally let said bus take him back to his home. On the bus, he was silent, and also seated alone in a single seat. He wasn't sad or anything, he was just quiet. He thought about his favourite music and video games until he finally arrived home, and he got a few balls of rolled up paper thrown at him for no known reason as he stepped off the bus. He knew what to do, he got up and walked into his house, opening the door and stepping inside. Once he stepped inside, he knew his parents were still not home because of one simple thing, his mom did not immediately run up and hug him tightly upon seeing him. Since that didn't happen, he knew she wasn't home yet, and neither was his dad. Instead, his older brother Anthony was. Anthony was Coby's second-oldest brother, he was, as one may expect, taller than Coby was. He as also very much more buffer, and even a bit tanner too. Anthony usually wore a dark coloured hoodie jacket with sleeves that were ripped to make it look sleeveless, and sometimes wore a white short-sleeve undershirt beneath it. The hoodie had a grunge styled red skull design on it. For pants, he usually wore ripped blue jeans. For shoes, they were usually your average, if not sometimes totally ruined, sneakers. His hair was short and somewhat spikey in a faux hawk style, and he had a few noticeable highlights, purple highlights to be exact. Anthony also had some facial hair on him too, it was a simple dark soul patch with noticeable stubble on the rest of his face. He also had a few piercings on both of his ears too, aswell as two on each of his nipples too.
"Hey, shrimp!", Anthony greeted Coby with a joking tone of voice, "Ya had a good first day at school?"
"Where's mom?"
"She's out, so is dad and Derreck", Anthony bluntly answered with, "So that just leaves you and me home for right now."
"Oh.....okay."
"Yep.", Anthony replied with, "Hope ya like spending time with ya big bro."
"I think I'll just go up to my room, Tony....heheh.", and then Coby tried to make his way to his room, but he naturally got stopped when his older brother turned into his own Wyvern form and flew infront of him before turning back into human form, bluntly stopping his younger brother from finishing walking up the steps.
"What's wrong with spendin' time with your big bro?", Anthony teased Coby with, "Ya scared I might wedgie you or something?"
"N-n-no, I-"
"Hey! Look over there!", and in response Coby fell for the trick and looked in the direction that Anthony pointed in.
"I don't see any-", and then Anthony promptly gave Coby a wedgie, if you don't know what that means it basically means he grabbed the rear waistband of Coby's underwear and pulled it up, "AH!!", was Coby's response to that.
"Haha!", Anthony laughed after he gave Coby the wedgie, "Made ya look!"
"Tony!"
"Hahaha", Anthony then began walking down the stairs as Coby was undoing the wedgie his brother gave him. Anthony also gave Coby a bit of a noogie aswell before he slid down the railing of the stares, "Just havin' a little fun with ya is all, ain't no harm in that! Anyway, oh yeah, mom told me to tell you to get over to Great Aunt Sandra's place when you got home."
"And you had to wedgie me before you did that?"
"Well, I wanted to wedgie you before I told you that", Anthony replied with, "Anyway, I'm goin' out with my peeps now so you can find your own way over there, so......yeah", and then Anthony promptly rushed out the door, leaving his little brother alone. Coby just let out a sigh, got his backpack ready again, and headed over to the home of his Great Aunt. Great Aunt Sandra's house was actually close to Philadelphia's Center City, so it was not that long of a subway ride for little Coby to make. Thanks to not standing out to much, he managed to make it over to where his Great Aunt lived no problem. Coby's Great Aunt Sandra both lived and worked in the same place; A beauty parlor in the Center City of Philadelphia. The place was your average beauty parlor and nail salon, and as soon as Coby stepped in he was greeted by an old woman's voice:
"Did you not understand?! No refunds!"
"Um, Great Aunt Sandra....it's me."
"Oh!", and then Coby's Great Aunt stepped out and revealed herself. She was a rather old woman, but yet she didn't look that old. The woman wore modern clothes, most of them very white in colour, clearly had plastic surgery and/or botox done on her, and had light grey hair that was shoulder length, and she also wore plenty of jewelry too, most of it being golden. You could hardly tell she was actually in her 90's. "Coby! Oh yes, your mom told me about you coming over, come over here dear, right behind the curtain.", and then she led Coby to following her behind a curtain. The part of the beauty salon that no customer was ever allowed into. Of course, there was a door behind the curtain that needed a key to open, but after that, the two were inside the place where all of Sandra's magical items were kept. The place was actually surprisingly well organized, unlike your typical secret magical room. Everything was actually organized in certain spots, and there was even a designated spot for the magical animal guardian too.
"Huh", Coby commented, "I always thought secret magical places were supposed to not be so...organized looking."
"Well I like to keep up with the times", Great Aunt Sandra answered with, "Just because I'm old doesn't mean I can't be old fashioned!"
"Heheh", Coby answered with, "You have a good point, heheh."
"Anyway", Sandra then took a seat in a nice lounging chair as she continued on speaking, "I believe your mother told me you came here for a reason, right? Well, of course you came over here for a reason but I just wanna make sure what that reason is."
"She didn't tell you?"
"Of course she told me", she answered with, "I just want you to tell me the reason."
"Well", Coby then rubbed his arm a bit as he answered with, "To learn how to control my Wyvern powers?"
"Ah yes!", Great Aunt Sandra replied with, "That's exactly it, you got it right on a point! I guess Gay boys really do have a better memory than the straight ones. Anyway, yes, you were sent to me because your mom actually wants you to have a mentor for your powers. Now, remember, this thing hasn't been done in centuries, or was it millennia. I can't remember, and I'm almost 96 years old!"
"Really? You don't look like it, heheh."
"Well let's just say I'm so full of plastic they could probably make an army worth of barbie dolls out of me when I'm gone", Sandra then said in a joking manner, "Anyway, about you learning to control your powers."
"Ha, and, um, yes.....heheh."
"Well we can't learn how to use those things in here", Sandra then said, "Come, follow me, I know the perfect place to learn your powers at", and it was then she got up to leave that the Animal Guardian finally revealed itself. It was a bird, more specifically, a rooster. A rooster with the classic black and orange coloured feathers, big matching tail feathers, and the classic red crown ontop. But of course, the thing that set this rooster apart from the others was that he could talk:
"Hey!", he called out to the two as they were getting ready to leave, "Where do you think you're going? Don't you know that all animal guardians have to be present for training of rookies whenever it happens?!"
"Oh all right", Sandra said to the animal, "You can come too.", and the rooster, who was named Ramon, then jumped onto Coby's shoulder so that he would follow him and Sandra out to where Coby's powers training was going to take place. Great Aunt Sandra then stepped on a certain part of the floor, and opened a trapdoor that conducted into a basement, being accessed by stairs. "This way, boy", Sandra commanded and Coby and Ramon went down into the magic basement following after her, and once there, the wyvern-boy found himself surprised of what he saw: the space that he was now felt bigger on the inside, showing a white room with purple, with assorted weapons and flags showing wyvern crests.
"What....what is this place?", was all Coby could make himself ask.
"This will be your wyvern gym", Sandra replied with, "There is enough space hereto train yourself to harness and enhance your wyvern abilities; this of course will not be about duty, this will be about your survival and to grow as a fighter!"
"Huh....I thought most magical people like me trained outside...."
"There's two reasons I can't do that", Sandra replied with, "One is because your mother would kill me, two is because frankly, it's easier to keep the magical world safer and secret if you train yourself in here rather than out there."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do we have to keep all hidden?"; Then Ramon intervened, flying down to the floor and looking at Coby:
"Listen up, kid: Humanity is not and never will be prepared for what the magical word will offer; they are pretty much against anything strange or different and they'll will hunt us and take our resources away and-"
"Calm down Ramon, there's not any need to exaggerate" Sandra then clamed the rooster down, "We have other things to focus on now anyway."
"Like what, exactly?" Coby asked, hoping to know what exactly will train for.
"Let's put it this way", Ramon then explained with, "There's both the danger of you accidentially getting yourself exposed or killed because you can't control your powers, and there's also the fact that not all magical creatures are friendly. With most of the top thirteen threats taken care of for the most part, let's just say that their replacements are arguably even meaner and eviler."
"So...my only choice is to train and harness and train that power so I can't get killed?"
"Exactly", Sandra added in response, "And you did well to come to train with me, I can teach you so you can control that power, just promise that you will keep this secret from anyone and everyone who is not magical...what do you say?"
"I say", and then Coby paused a bit to let some level of tension build up before finally saying, "Of course!"
"You made a wise decision, young boy" and Sandra then shook hands with Coby, signaling the beginning of her mentoring him and also the beginning of a long journey filled with various adventures and misadventures,"You start tomorrow, now let's go, your mother must be worried about you already", and the two went back upwards and the two went back to Coby's house, with Ramon following them right at Sandra's side. Of course, right when they opened the door, a member of the family was there to great them. It was Coby's other older brother Derreck, a boy who looked similar to Anthony, only he had more slicked back hair, a thick mustache, and also wore a police uniform just like his, Coby's and Anthony's father.
"Great Aunt Sandra, Coby!", Derreck greeted the two with, "What brings you two over here so late? It's a quarter to eleven.", he then immediately turned to Coby, "You know Mom wants you in this house for good at nine!"
"I...well...um" Coby tried to speak, but Sandra covered for him;
"I asked him to help me with the beauty salon, I tried to call you but we had a really busy day at work."
"Oh", Derreck replied with, "Well you'd better get inside now. Mom and Dad are still at work though, they took overtime again. For the fourth time this week."
"Well, I better get going, I need to get my beauty rest, goodbye" and Great Aunt Sandra went to her way back to her house, with Ramon following closely after her.
"Bye", and Coby entered the house as Derreck also said goodbye to Sandra and closed the door. The action went back into Coby's room, later on once he was in his pajamas of a purple shirt with a single line on it's chest and black pajama pants he was now on his sleeping clothes, not getting sleep as he was thinking what was going to happen next. This of course meant, he received a vision once he first tried to get sleep. A very, frightening vision. A vision that involved the city being completely rioned and horribly damaged possibly beyond repair. Not only that, but also on fire for miles. Not only that, but the river was also no longer water, but instead lava. It didn't take very long for a massive, building sized Wyvern that had completely dark scales and a slightly less dark under belly appeared from the lava river. His wings folded, but once they were unfolded it was revealed he had three heads all on long necks, and he let out a roar just before Coby woke up with a: "AAAAAAAH!"; Coby was panting heavily after watching the vision, puzzled of what he just saw; but he wasn't the only one who saw it. The other person who saw it, was not too far away either.
"Another wyvern was born", an ominous voice sounded.
"Huh?", Coby had heard the voice, but he saw nobody was in the room with him, as such he was terrified, "Who said that?!", but he got no answer. No answer at all. But of course, he then heard a knocking on his door, he jumped of fear, only to then hear his mother's voice:
"Coby? Coby?!", Chelsea said to her son, "Is everything all right in there? I heard you scream, is something wrong? Do I need to go in there?!"
"No, I'm okay mom, I just had a bad dream."
"Oh, well, alright then", Chelsea answered with, "You sure you don't want me to just come in?"
"No, nonono, I'm okay mom, trust me...I'm okay."
"Well, alright", Chelsea replied back with, "Let me know if things start getting not so okay, alright?"; Coby nodded a little aS Chelsea said, "Goodnight, sweetie" and SHE THEN closed the door of her son's room and Coby went back to sleep, but in his mind's thought was that was just the sign of big things coming and that he must be ready for everything, at least, he thought that's what the vision meant.