Modern Fairy Tale

[Chess Master Ed]

My name is Drake Macauley and sometimes I wish it weren't. Some people who know the meanings of names tell me my first name means dragon, and my last name means son of righteouness. Then I get some dumb people that ask me if I'm irish and I tell them, "No, I'm American. My first name is latin and my last name is scottish."
After that, some of those idiots say that scottish and irish are the same thing. I shake my head at these people knowing they'll make that comment to the wrong person and get beat up.
Another thing, I'm the type of person that believes only what can be proven, so I didn't believe in magic or ghosts, or dragons, much less God. All of that was going to change soon...
I live in a town called Namid, a Native American name, and near a reservation was the town. A lot of my friends are native, and my parents are a little bit too. I looked a little like both, enough for me not to wonder if I were really theirs, but I should have wondered...
One day, the whole town fell into a deep sleep. I was the only one unaffected. I couldn't wake anyone, not even Nobu, my best friend and lightest sleeper I knew of. I didn't know what to do, suddenly, I heard footsteps.
"Yahto, it's you! You're awake too?" I asked when I saw the old man.
"An evil magician cast a spell on the town, You are the only one who can free them." he said.
"You have GOT to be kidding me! What do you take me for, a kid from Fairyland? Magic isn't real!"
"You can't wake them can you? That should be proof enough. I am only a guide, I can only tell you what needs to be done. You are the only one who can do it." he said and then disappeared.
"How'd you do that?" I yelled, looking for some kind of trick. Then I remembered that Yahto was supposed to be dead!
"Hey, come back here! What am I supposed to do?" I shouted at the air, still not quite believing all of this, but beginning to.
"Go east, you'll find others to help you." Yahto's voice in my head replied.  

[Chess Master Ed]

After packing food, money, some clothes, and my father's katana, I set out.
My father had told me that Spike Ryu, a man my father once knew and admired had given him the sword. I had the feeling I would need it.
I walked many miles, and didn't sleep much, finally a trucker stopped for me and brought me through the next state, claiming an old man told him to. I knew it had to be Yahto he was talking about.
Before the trucker dropped me off, he told me that someone else would be waiting for me.
Brady Taylor was that person. He got a visitor's pass for me all set up with his school and told me we would be in the town for two weeks and then he would join me on my travels. Over that time, we became good friends, and I asked him what he knew of our enemy.
"Nataku, He's Japanese and That's pretty much all I know." he replied.
The sky suddenly darkened, a thunderclap sounded, and I heard a voice in my head say, "I see that you wish to challenge me. Yes, I am Nataku. This isn't that interesting of a situation right now, tell you what, I'll send some of my creatures to you to fight. That'll brighten things up!"
Brady looked around and at me, he'd heard the voice too.