Jordan wasn't your average teenager, he was different. Other teenagers had to worry about going throuh puberty, he on the other hand had to worry about different changes. He was what was called a Zoanthrope, a person who could turn into a fight beast. He lived on the streets all his life and knew how to survive. Nobody messed with him or even dared, because of his ablity and because he had a reputation for being a vicious fighter. Jordan was an easy going kid, but he never backed down to a challenge, he loved them. This day was just like every day, nothing seemed out of the ordanry. Jordan dumpster dived for food and then walked around the town, people gave him looks, because he looked like he didn't belong there. He lets out a sigh and streches,<span style="font-style: italic">Ugh...so boring...I wish something interesting would happen</span>he thinks. He turns to go down a desolate street, when a very large person about his hieght but bulker blocked his path. "Where do you think yer goin'?" the person asks. Jordan lets out another sigh as if he was bored to death. "No where I'm just walking around, would you mind moving?" he asks. The person didn't budge, but instead tried punching him in the face.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Really another one?</span>he thinks as he easily dodges the attack of his attacker. "You're messing with the wrong guy," he says. The person smirks and then transforms into a giant insect.<span style="font-style: italic">So he's like me, eh? Then no holding back!</span>Jordan thinks at he transforms and begins to fight again.<span style="font-style: italic">I think my firey inferno should do the trick</span>he says as he circles his attacker several times quickly, without being hit. Then he flies into the air with his dragon wings, holds out his hand and blasts him with a huge fire ball. He then flies back down and transforms back.<span style="font-style: italic">Out cold? Oh well...</span>he thinks. As he was going to walk away, something come floating down to him. It was a piece of paper. He grabs it, "Huh? What's this?" he mutters to himself. "You're cordially invited to The Great Zoanthrope Fighting Tournament, it will be held for a week. Prove if you can be the champion, thos who prove themselves get honorable prizes," he says as he reads allowed.<span style="font-style: italic">Hmm...sounds interesting....wonder where it's held?</span>He thinks as he continues reading.<span style="font-style: italic">Death Valley? How in the world am I going to get there?</span>he thinks.<br/><br/>Then he shrugs, "Guess I better start walking er...I mean flying since it starts in four days, it should only take me about three," he says as he turns around and begins to walk.<span style="font-style: italic">Hmm...wonder how many will show up? Will there be any like me or will I be the only dragon there?</span>He thinks as he continues, his mind was on so many thoughts and situations. He didn't know what this was all about, but it was better than just staying in the same old town, with the same old people. Once he was out of sight, he transformed and began to fly. He preferred flying over walking, because 1. it was much faster and 2. He liked to feel the wind on his skin.