Chapter 1
My name is Amy Hills. My best friend is Scott Walton. Good, now that you know what matters; let’s get to my story…
My best friend, Scott, is a descendent of the Chow’an’s.
You probably have never heard of the Chow’an’s before. And neither did me, when he told me.
He said that “Chow’an’s are human-like creatures that are powerful.”
I thought Scott was playing around. He normally is, but not this time.
“Expand on powerful.”
He thought long, and hard. Then he looked at me, and sighed. “I probably shouldn’t tell you but I already started,” he mumbled. “I can see threw things. I can sleep, but I never get tired. I-I also can fly, and I hear certain thoughts when I concentrate really hard. Oh, and I can transform into anything. All Chow’an’s can do that.” He smiled his hot smile. That is what I call it when he shows all his gorgeous white teeth, and uses his hotness to make you accept him.
“Scott…” I said. I looked up at him. Fully taking on his height, and staring directly in his dark black eyes, tan completion, and noticeably light pink mouth. I didn’t say much but my careful voice said everything.
“I’m not crazy, Am—“(Short for Amy.) He took the hood off his black hoodie. He took off his shirt, and then, slowly, he stripped down to his boxers. He jumped onto a tree, and started climbing it like a monkey. I saw a small figure at the very top, it jumped, and instead of falling, it flied. Scott was flying! Then after he flew for just a minute. He started falling. But as he landed he was no longer Scott. He was a mighty Lion standing right before me. He growled, and then he spins so quick it was a blur. A large Great Dane was there. He grabbed the cloths in his dog mouth and ran off, on four legs, into the large patch of woods.
He left me standing alone, and I did not chase after him. I sat down in the dirt, tracing my name, in the thick white sand. Thinking intensely about him. Wow! He was a “Chow’an”! And Chow’an’s are real. But he was like-like a myth. An unknown myth, in an enchanted world.
When I was a little girl I used to love myths. I read all kinds of books about wizards, fairies, and vampires. And I especially loved movies and books about shape shifters. He was like a shape shifter. Human, then lion, and then a Great Dane. It was all like magic, back then.
But now is now. I learned they were not real, and that they never would be. I grew up, and became the average teen girl, that you would expect. But I guess I was wrong about them not being real. But, anyways, back to me…
I am 17 years old. I live in Coolidge, Georgia, with an exact population of 552. Sadly, it is small but are neighboring towns are huge. My full name Is Amy Mariah Hills, but I mostly just go by Am. I don’t have many friends here. I have only been here for three months. It’s all my step mothers fault. She hates big cities, like New York. That’s where I moved from.
Scott really is my only friend here, which is why I automatically called him my best friend. He is gorgeous, and tall, but ever since I’ve been here, nobody has talked to him. I don’t really know why. But it seems like he is avoiding them more than they are him. I just hope I didn’t do this to him.
I looked around, and I noticed Scott was back. Except he was back in a lion form. He was right over me. And he was towering over me, for sure. He growled, and showed his canine teeth. This time he really did look scary.
I got up, and tried to back off. But I felt the bottom of my jeans rip. The lion had grabbed them. I started to run, but it followed. Jumping on my back, and I fell to the sand ground. Only now I was surrounded by mythical things everywhere. A vampire was hanging upside down, like a bat. A fairy was sitting in the air. Her eyes were black, and so was her outfit. She looked like a gothic fairy. A bunch of beautiful girls, who all looked the same, watched me. Clones. But I was still battling Scott, trying to get him off. Screaming and yelling, pushing, and shoving. But I was weak.
I screamed, and yelled. But my voice became sore, and I could barely whisper with my horse tone. “HELP. HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME.”
I heard a distant, unfamiliar voice. “Amy? Amy? AMY!!!” They were desperately calling for my name.
My whole body began to shake, and I closed my eyes. The huge lion bit down on my shoulder, and it itched and burned. I screamed, even my sore throat couldn’t stop me from that. The pain was intolerant, and the myths had won. Tears ran down my cheeks, and slid down my face, but I kept my eyes closed. I shake more, and I felt a sad feeling of relief.
“Amy? Amy? Amy?” The distant voice went on and on. I guess hoping for some way to find me.
But my only response was not my voice. My voice hurt too much to say anything, now.
Knowing, I had to face them all, I opened my eyes, and Scott, in human form, was there all alone. He looked mad, and careful, but sad all at the same time. His hands grasped my small shoulder, and I grabbed onto h