Mythical Park

Chapter 1

It had been three years since the insane sister of mine told the world would end and everything had gone fine. I was heading off from another college interview. It didn't go so well. I think I failed yet another one. I walked home
"How'd it go Arnold" asked my dad.
"Not well I got nervous and made a couple big mistakes."
"Arnold I think you should become a park ranger."
Here it comes again.
"It pays well and is an honorable job, it is also thrilling," Dave continued. His rambling was cut off by someone coming to the door like a one legged tap dancer. I heard raggedy breath, escaping in gasps. The door crashed open and Rachel stumbled in.
"It's happening." She panted.
"Crap!" My father cursed.
"What's happening." I asked.
As always I, the young innocent baby was left out of the conversation. I soon asked what's happening.
"The ritual, the dragons are stirring." Rachel said
"What dragon?" I asked.
Dave set down and sighed "Arnold, in the world there are 7 mythical parks, one on each continent. The reason each one stands out is that each one is built around a volcano. The volcanos shoot different things, the on where we are shoots fire, the one in Africa shoots acid, the one in Europe shoots ash, the one in South America shoots super heated rock , the one in Asia shoots ice, and the one in Antarctica shoots all the things. The one in Antarctica has only been visited once. You may wonder why such random locations?" I nodded. He continued "The founder of the franchise was a largely known explorer. He was known to look for dragon's hoards. They say he never found them busy mysteriously grew rich over night. They said and still say it was a rich archeological find. With the money he made the Mythical Parks."
I nodded.
"We know as park rangers and descendants of the funders," he signaled to Rachel and himself "that in each one of the volcanoes there is a dragon, we're not sure what's in Antartica, we really can't check. So we're in charge of keeping the dragons happy along with a few others." Dave finished.
Rachel glared a killer glance at me and said "The ritual you disturbed must be done once a century to keep the dragons happy. It keeps them dormant. Now they are stirring." She grabbed inside her purse and pulled out a paper. The headlines where "Four bodies found half eaten in Mythical Park in Africa" the picture was gruesome, it was like one of those surf boards taken a bite off from a shark, but the bite was two times bigger and with people. She pulled out another paper it headlines where "UFO or giant bird" it showed a picture of a speck shadowing part of the sun. It was suspiciously shaped like a dragon.
"What does this tell you" Rachel said.
Dave was slowly shaking his head. "Impossible. It can't be."
"What do we do?" I asked, clueless as usual.
Rachel said "Not it."
Dad said "Not it."
"So, I'm it. For what?"
"Finding and putting the dragons to sleep or killing them." Rachel whispered.