Shanghai, China, 2020.

The excavator's engine sputtered and shut down. The driver got out of the vehicle and looked at the excavator, wondering why it died...again. He turned when he heard his boss come up to him. "Did it stop working AGAIN?" he asked, annoyed at the constant disruptions. This had been going on for weeks, and it was frankly getting annoying. They needed to build the bridge, called the Yan'an Elevated Roan(or Yan'an Gaojia), but everything kept going wrong. (A/N I know that this was built in the mid-'90s, but this is the modern version. I didn't realize this until a bit later. Think of it as restoration or something, I tried).

The driver nodded, only for a sputter to startle them both. Smoke bellowed from the engine and both of them groaned in annoyance. They left to get the truck to haul it to the mechanic. They didn't pay any attention to the hole they were digging. Why would they? Little did they know, something was sleeping, sealed away by magic, with the intent of never being disturbed. But now it WAS disturbed. Cracks formed across his wings, unheard by the humans and the construction.

His wings straightened out, shattering the stone covering the appendages. They beat down, rocking the creature into the air. As he ascended, more cracks formed across the stone covering the rest of him. Taloned feet clutched, shattering, and crushing stone. A long tail thrashed, throwing off the stone. Jaws open mid-roar snapped shut before spitting out rock. The stone covering his body, head, and neck broke away, and the ancient creature sucked in a deep breath.

FFFFFFRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!

Everyone in the vicinity looked up in fear, and one worker spoke up.

"Dragon."

The dragon's head swiveled as he took in the strange surroundings. A mischievous and toothy grin came to him. What better way to get out all this energy than see the sights. He flapped his wings and shot down toward the ground. The workers yelled out in fright and scattered, only for the dragon to level out and shoot away. A great gust of wind blew over the area. The excavator toppled over, and dust filled the area.

The dragon shot over the water, taking in the sights. Spotting a bridge, he soared toward it and latched on one of the towers and scurried up it. Once he was at the top, he kicked off and sailed off. He shot over a boat, rocking it and scaring the sailors. He sailed over the buildings, orange eyes taking in the sights. He wondered what those strange things were on the roads. Were they food? He sniffed the air. Nope, those were not food, they were metal. He wondered how they were moving without horses. Maybe Dawkins would know. He shot toward a building with a large antenna. When he got to it, he grabbed it.

His momentum sent him spinning around, gravity pulling him to the ground spinning to a stop. He fell on all fours and walked to the edge, stopping only to poke at the pipes and ventilation systems. Once he was at the edge, he looked about, light glinting off the gold chain and number 3 on his neck. He remembered his siblings and recalled how to wake them up. He took in a deep breath, filling his lungs with air. He let out a thunderous bellow, silencing the city. He could hear the people below speaking, obviously him being the topic. He just grinned toothly, before spreading his wings and taking off, ready to meet up with the rest of his family.

New York, Museum of Natural History

The museum curator grumbled before walking up to one guard.

'Where did it happen this time?" he asked, already knowing what he was talking about. "The African Exhibit. You really must get more staff," the curator said, trying to keep his cool. The guard nodded. "Sir, I'd love to, but we're trying our best. Our newest attraction isn't helping," he said, referring to the statue of a Wyrm that had arrived not too long ago. A low roar sounded from a kid's phone, the child herself was right by the statue. The curator walked up to her. "Miss, if you don't mind, could you please put the device away?" he asked.

The little girl showed him what was on the screen. It was a video of what appeared to be a dragon on a building. It took in a deep breath and roared before flying off. The curator, thinking it was just an internet ploy, just patted her on the head. A moment later, a strange sound akin to stone scattering was heard. He turned around to find the stone on the statue's eyes had fallen off, revealing real flesh eyes. The curator stepped back in terror as cracks formed all around the creature.

The Wyrm's jaws snapped shut, crushing stone before spitting it out. The stone covering the creature's upper body shattered. The Wyrm's tail thrashed, shattering the stone. The creature dug his claws in and shot toward the entrance. Glass shattered and metal warped and twisted as he exploded from the building, light reflecting from the gold chain and number 2 on his neck. He barreled down the stairs and rested on the sidewalk for a moment, taking in the sights. His floppy, ragged ears twitched when he heard the sound of sirens coming closer. A squad of police cars pulled up, the Wyrm tilting his horned head in confusion. When the officers took up position, he grinned toothily.

The officers braced when the Wyrm took in a deep breath. But instead of fire, a torrent of sand trapped them up to their chests. Golden-brown energy swirled and condensed into a drill made of rock, encasing the Wyvern's snout. The drill spun around, and with the help of his claws, he tunneled away.

Outskirts of Tokyo, Japan

The roar of jets filled the air as they chased after a creature of legend, a Wyvern. The jets let loose several missiles, only for the Wyvern to spin and dodge, light glinting off the gold chain and number 1 around his neck. He looked over his furry shoulder and grumbled. He didn't blame them, he DID scare the life out of the folks when he awoke.

Down on the ground, an anti-aircraft missile launcher raised into position and let loose. The Wyvern's purple eyes spotted this, and purple smoke/mist drifted from his jaws. He blasted out a stream of purple acid, eating at the projectiles, which exploded. The acid hit the launcher, melting it into a puddle of goop. The jets soon lost the Wyvern in the thick cloud cover.

Mayan Temple

The quiet of the night was broken by the sound of cracking stone. A statue of a bat hanging on the ceiling was cracking, pieces falling off. With a great thrash, the creature broke free. He landed a human-sized bat. His large ears swiveled, picking up on a strange sound. It seemed like music, but it wasn't like any music he had heard before. He flapped his wings and took to the air. Once he had exited the temple, he spotted a campsite. He landed and spotted the source of the music, a strange object that was on a table. He picked them up and placed them on his head, closing his eyes and bobbing his head to the beat. He took them off and flew off into the night.

Peace Tower, Ontario, Canada.

Floodlights lit up the gargoyle, cracks covering it. The military aimed their weapons, having heard about the other creatures. The rock shattered, and the gargoyle fell for a moment before spreading her wings and flying away. Shots were fired, but they all missed. All but one shot, which hit her right in the shoulder.

The gargoyle roared in pain and faltered in the air, but flew on. She held no grudge, for they were scared, and because of that fear, attacked. She placed her clawed hand over the wound. She didn't know what hit her. At least she knew what arrows look like. She pressed on, gritting her teeth, tears wheeling in her eyes.

London, England.

Sirens filled the air as two giant golems and a werewolf ran through the streets. Bullets bounced off their bodies, the trio wincing from the sounds. One golem- this one made of diamond- accidentally kicked an abandoned car, warping the front out of shape. The other golem -made of stone and earth- created a barrier out of stone to keep their pursuers at bay. Then he tunneled away.

The other two continued toward the London Bridge, choppers close behind. Bullets bounced off the werewolf, for they were not silver. She looked at her ally and tossed her head toward an alleyway. The golem nodded, and the werewolf took off. The golem spotted a barricade in the entrance of the bridge. Once she got closer, she bent at the knees and jumped over the barricade, landing with a crash on the other side. She continued, then vaulted over the railing into the water.

A/N hope you enjoyed this chapter, see you later.