Chapter 2 - Chapter 1
Submitted September 5, 2006 Updated September 7, 2006 Status Incomplete | Dashi, Chase, Guan, Wuya. Four very different people who were once held together by a powerful bond of friendship and love. This is the chronicle of their lives: the events that brought them together, and the events that tore them apart.
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Chapter 2 - Chapter 1
Chapter 2 - Chapter 1
An edit- because of the time lapse, the first chapter became a prologue, and this is now Chapter 1. Some time lapses will be required, considering that this story will eventually span over a period of 16 years, but I’ll try to avoid another one this monumental.
Enjoy the happy chapter!
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The Beginning of the End
Chapter 1
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It had been nearly two years since that rainy night that the four Xiaolin Dragons-to-be had first met, and among other things, the weather had significantly improved. It was a gorgeous, sunny spring morning, complete with the stereotypical twittering birds and fluffy clouds, but the four monk children were not given the opportunity to go out and enjoy it; at least, not until the grand hall was spotless. As much as they resented being stuck inside, none of them could deny that chores were a rather interesting affair. After all, it wasn’t as though they ever got much actual cleaning done.
“Will you stop that!” Guan snapped from where he was down on his hands and knees scrubbing the floor; he attempted to swat away the thin but steady stream of soapy water that was pouring down onto his head, but that only served to get him wetter. Shielding his face with his hand, he turned his head upwards to glare at Wuya, who was perched delicately on one of the roof-beams with a bucket of water. She giggled and poured more of the soapy liquid as he yelled, “You’re supposed to be cleaning the roofing!”
“B-but you need it far more than the roof does!” she managed to stammer through her uncontrollable giggling.
Before Guan could make any retort, another voice broke into the argument, pleading gently, “Come on, Wuya; let him alone.” Chase was washing the windows, and had his long hair tied back in a scarf to keep it out of his face and eyes. Although with his soft features and mild voice, he seemed easily the least threatening one there, Wuya did not hesitate in obeying him. She pouted a bit, but returned sulkily to scrubbing between the undersides of the shingles.
Guan frowned, and rather than returning to his cleaning, took a moment to watch the other two. It was fairly amusing, the way Chase had Wuya practically wrapped around his little finger due to her obvious crush on him, and yet was completely oblivious to it. Admittedly, though, he would have found it far more humorous if he wasn’t also rather enamored of the slightly younger boy. All the monks were good friends, despite their spats and disagreements, but over the last two years, he and Chase had become particularly close. Still, it seemed that Chase was innocently unaware not only of Wuya’s interest, but of the entire affair. He sighed, returning to his work; sometimes, Chase just was entirely too naive for a thirteen-year-old.
Suddenly, two light ‘thump’s were heard, and when the two boys turned to look, they saw that Wuya had hopped down from the roofing beam and set down her water bucket and cloth. “This is getting boring,” she complained disdainfully, plopping down rather ungracefully against the wall and beginning to fix up her hair. “I thought we’d be through with manual labor once we were promoted to Xiaolin Apprentices, but-”
At that moment, the sliding door to the grand hall flew open, and the final child came barreling in with Dojo the dragon on his shoulder and shouting, “I did it- it works! You aren’t going to believe this! It works!”
This proclamation was met with complete silence as Wuya, Chase, and Guan stared at their friend. It was Guan who finally spoke. “Dashi, you’ve been holed up in your room for weeks now-”
Wuya cut him off and continued, “And considering that you haven’t bothered to tell us what you’ve been doing...” She got to her feet and stalked over to him, finishing in an annoyed tone of voice, “...you can’t honestly expect us to have any idea what it is that you’re talking about.”
He gave a mock sigh, smirking. “Wuya, Wuya, my dear Wuya...” He snaked an arm around her slender waist, which she forcibly removed, looking disturbed. Quite undeterred, he continued, “I’ve been experimenting. See, I found that , with the right focus, you can turn a Xiaolin magic spell solid, and manipulate the object you’ve created to channel its effect into the holder. ...Well, that’s the theory, but this is the first time I’ve gotten it to work.” He stated this last part with undeniable pride.
His friends all wore expressions of astonished disbelief, and the dragon on his shoulder muttered, “I always knew he was crazy.” Dashi scowled and flicked Dojo from his perch.
Digging around inside his tunic, the Wind Apprentice pulled out a small gold and red disc. “Look- I call it the Mantis Flip Coin. Watch!” He flipped it dramatically into the air, catching it with a flourish and calling out, “Mantis Flip Coin!” With no sign of effort, he leapt nimbly into the air, tapping the roof beam at the crest of his jump before flipping back to the ground for a perfect landing. He flashed a triumphant grin.
Wuya appeared thoroughly unimpressed. “Dashi, we all know that you’ve been able to move like that for months. What does that silly coin have to do with it?”
His grin only widened at her skepticism. “I may be able to do that without help,” he said, pausing momentarily to toss the coin to Chase, who caught it with a confused expression, before concluding, “but Chase can’t.”
“Hey!” The Water Apprentice exclaimed, looking offended. Aerial maneuvers were not one of his specialties, and being a rather proud child, he didn’t appreciate having his weak points pointed out. “I resent that.” His curiosity got the better of his annoyance, though, and he flicked the coin into the air with his thumb. “Mantis Flip Coin!” As soon as he caught it, he sprung backwards in a fancy pattern of flips and spins. On the descent, he had to make a conscious effort to avoid colliding with the wall; he hadn’t been prepared for the distance of the jump, and by the time he landed, his expression was incredulous. “Dashi, this...this is amazing!” Laughing, he leapt deftly around the room several more times before alighting back on the hall floor and staring in wonderment at the magical object he held. “Are...are you going to try to make more of these things?”
Nodding, Dashi exclaimed, “Of course! There are all kinds of powers I could give them!” He paused for a moment, looking thoughtful, before suggesting, “I was considering calling them Shen Gong Wu.”
From the spot against the wall where he had been amusedly watching the entire spectacle, Guan inquired, “The Tools of God? Doesn’t that seem a bit ostentatious?”
“But,” Dashi made a dramatic gesture out of tucking the magical coin back into his tunic, “someday I intend to be able to give them powers worthy of a name like that!” His black eyes glittered with excitement.
Guan’s smile widened at his friend’s ambition, but Wuya rolled her brilliantly green eyes, stating doubtfully, “It all seems a bit silly to me.”
Shaking his head in exasperation, the Wind Apprentice leaned against the bronze-skinned girl and promised, “I’ll make a believer out of you yet.” Moving closer, he pressed a quick and extremely audacious kiss to her cheek and immediately bolted for the nearest door. After a stunned moment, she flew after him, blushing furiously and shouting rather unpleasant threats. The two remaining Dragon Apprentices, along with Dojo, were in uncontrollable fits of laughter at their friends’ antics. As soon as he was calm enough to breathe properly, the little green dragon slithered up to wrap around Chase’s arm, pointing out, “You know, this place still needs to be cleaned.”
Before either child could reply, a knock sounded from the far door, and Master Chang was revealed to be standing in the doorway, although how long he had been there was anyone’s guess. His expression was somber, and once he was sure he had the children’s attention, he said quietly, “Young monks, once you have finished your chores, I need to speak to you. Please be sure that Dashi and Wuya know this as well- it is a matter of great importance.”
Both Apprentices bowed respectfully, and Chase muttered a slightly apprehensive, “Yes, master.” After the elderly monk had left the hall, the Apprentice of Water turned to his companion and inquired worriedly, “What do you think he wants to talk about?”
Guan picked up both buckets of water and both cloths, not replying. After the momentary silence, he answered uncertainly, “I don’t know...” Dunking both tattered cleaning-cloths into the soapy water, he held one out to Chase. “But we do need to finish cleaning, considering that those two,” he gestured to the door through which Dashi and Wuya had exited, “probably won’t be helping.” He offered his friend a warm smile and added, “I’ll help you with the windows.”
“Thank you.” Returning the smile, Chase accepted the proffered rag, and with a simultaneous sigh, the two boys turned to the window and began to scrub. Dojo watched the two uninterestedly for a few minutes before crawling into the most secluded corner of the room, curling up into a little green ball and going to sleep.
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End Chapter 1
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A point of interest- the phrase "Shen Gong Wu" translates from Chinese to English as "Tool of God", which is what Guan is talking about.
Feedback is much appreciated.
Enjoy the happy chapter!
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The Beginning of the End
Chapter 1
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It had been nearly two years since that rainy night that the four Xiaolin Dragons-to-be had first met, and among other things, the weather had significantly improved. It was a gorgeous, sunny spring morning, complete with the stereotypical twittering birds and fluffy clouds, but the four monk children were not given the opportunity to go out and enjoy it; at least, not until the grand hall was spotless. As much as they resented being stuck inside, none of them could deny that chores were a rather interesting affair. After all, it wasn’t as though they ever got much actual cleaning done.
“Will you stop that!” Guan snapped from where he was down on his hands and knees scrubbing the floor; he attempted to swat away the thin but steady stream of soapy water that was pouring down onto his head, but that only served to get him wetter. Shielding his face with his hand, he turned his head upwards to glare at Wuya, who was perched delicately on one of the roof-beams with a bucket of water. She giggled and poured more of the soapy liquid as he yelled, “You’re supposed to be cleaning the roofing!”
“B-but you need it far more than the roof does!” she managed to stammer through her uncontrollable giggling.
Before Guan could make any retort, another voice broke into the argument, pleading gently, “Come on, Wuya; let him alone.” Chase was washing the windows, and had his long hair tied back in a scarf to keep it out of his face and eyes. Although with his soft features and mild voice, he seemed easily the least threatening one there, Wuya did not hesitate in obeying him. She pouted a bit, but returned sulkily to scrubbing between the undersides of the shingles.
Guan frowned, and rather than returning to his cleaning, took a moment to watch the other two. It was fairly amusing, the way Chase had Wuya practically wrapped around his little finger due to her obvious crush on him, and yet was completely oblivious to it. Admittedly, though, he would have found it far more humorous if he wasn’t also rather enamored of the slightly younger boy. All the monks were good friends, despite their spats and disagreements, but over the last two years, he and Chase had become particularly close. Still, it seemed that Chase was innocently unaware not only of Wuya’s interest, but of the entire affair. He sighed, returning to his work; sometimes, Chase just was entirely too naive for a thirteen-year-old.
Suddenly, two light ‘thump’s were heard, and when the two boys turned to look, they saw that Wuya had hopped down from the roofing beam and set down her water bucket and cloth. “This is getting boring,” she complained disdainfully, plopping down rather ungracefully against the wall and beginning to fix up her hair. “I thought we’d be through with manual labor once we were promoted to Xiaolin Apprentices, but-”
At that moment, the sliding door to the grand hall flew open, and the final child came barreling in with Dojo the dragon on his shoulder and shouting, “I did it- it works! You aren’t going to believe this! It works!”
This proclamation was met with complete silence as Wuya, Chase, and Guan stared at their friend. It was Guan who finally spoke. “Dashi, you’ve been holed up in your room for weeks now-”
Wuya cut him off and continued, “And considering that you haven’t bothered to tell us what you’ve been doing...” She got to her feet and stalked over to him, finishing in an annoyed tone of voice, “...you can’t honestly expect us to have any idea what it is that you’re talking about.”
He gave a mock sigh, smirking. “Wuya, Wuya, my dear Wuya...” He snaked an arm around her slender waist, which she forcibly removed, looking disturbed. Quite undeterred, he continued, “I’ve been experimenting. See, I found that , with the right focus, you can turn a Xiaolin magic spell solid, and manipulate the object you’ve created to channel its effect into the holder. ...Well, that’s the theory, but this is the first time I’ve gotten it to work.” He stated this last part with undeniable pride.
His friends all wore expressions of astonished disbelief, and the dragon on his shoulder muttered, “I always knew he was crazy.” Dashi scowled and flicked Dojo from his perch.
Digging around inside his tunic, the Wind Apprentice pulled out a small gold and red disc. “Look- I call it the Mantis Flip Coin. Watch!” He flipped it dramatically into the air, catching it with a flourish and calling out, “Mantis Flip Coin!” With no sign of effort, he leapt nimbly into the air, tapping the roof beam at the crest of his jump before flipping back to the ground for a perfect landing. He flashed a triumphant grin.
Wuya appeared thoroughly unimpressed. “Dashi, we all know that you’ve been able to move like that for months. What does that silly coin have to do with it?”
His grin only widened at her skepticism. “I may be able to do that without help,” he said, pausing momentarily to toss the coin to Chase, who caught it with a confused expression, before concluding, “but Chase can’t.”
“Hey!” The Water Apprentice exclaimed, looking offended. Aerial maneuvers were not one of his specialties, and being a rather proud child, he didn’t appreciate having his weak points pointed out. “I resent that.” His curiosity got the better of his annoyance, though, and he flicked the coin into the air with his thumb. “Mantis Flip Coin!” As soon as he caught it, he sprung backwards in a fancy pattern of flips and spins. On the descent, he had to make a conscious effort to avoid colliding with the wall; he hadn’t been prepared for the distance of the jump, and by the time he landed, his expression was incredulous. “Dashi, this...this is amazing!” Laughing, he leapt deftly around the room several more times before alighting back on the hall floor and staring in wonderment at the magical object he held. “Are...are you going to try to make more of these things?”
Nodding, Dashi exclaimed, “Of course! There are all kinds of powers I could give them!” He paused for a moment, looking thoughtful, before suggesting, “I was considering calling them Shen Gong Wu.”
From the spot against the wall where he had been amusedly watching the entire spectacle, Guan inquired, “The Tools of God? Doesn’t that seem a bit ostentatious?”
“But,” Dashi made a dramatic gesture out of tucking the magical coin back into his tunic, “someday I intend to be able to give them powers worthy of a name like that!” His black eyes glittered with excitement.
Guan’s smile widened at his friend’s ambition, but Wuya rolled her brilliantly green eyes, stating doubtfully, “It all seems a bit silly to me.”
Shaking his head in exasperation, the Wind Apprentice leaned against the bronze-skinned girl and promised, “I’ll make a believer out of you yet.” Moving closer, he pressed a quick and extremely audacious kiss to her cheek and immediately bolted for the nearest door. After a stunned moment, she flew after him, blushing furiously and shouting rather unpleasant threats. The two remaining Dragon Apprentices, along with Dojo, were in uncontrollable fits of laughter at their friends’ antics. As soon as he was calm enough to breathe properly, the little green dragon slithered up to wrap around Chase’s arm, pointing out, “You know, this place still needs to be cleaned.”
Before either child could reply, a knock sounded from the far door, and Master Chang was revealed to be standing in the doorway, although how long he had been there was anyone’s guess. His expression was somber, and once he was sure he had the children’s attention, he said quietly, “Young monks, once you have finished your chores, I need to speak to you. Please be sure that Dashi and Wuya know this as well- it is a matter of great importance.”
Both Apprentices bowed respectfully, and Chase muttered a slightly apprehensive, “Yes, master.” After the elderly monk had left the hall, the Apprentice of Water turned to his companion and inquired worriedly, “What do you think he wants to talk about?”
Guan picked up both buckets of water and both cloths, not replying. After the momentary silence, he answered uncertainly, “I don’t know...” Dunking both tattered cleaning-cloths into the soapy water, he held one out to Chase. “But we do need to finish cleaning, considering that those two,” he gestured to the door through which Dashi and Wuya had exited, “probably won’t be helping.” He offered his friend a warm smile and added, “I’ll help you with the windows.”
“Thank you.” Returning the smile, Chase accepted the proffered rag, and with a simultaneous sigh, the two boys turned to the window and began to scrub. Dojo watched the two uninterestedly for a few minutes before crawling into the most secluded corner of the room, curling up into a little green ball and going to sleep.
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End Chapter 1
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A point of interest- the phrase "Shen Gong Wu" translates from Chinese to English as "Tool of God", which is what Guan is talking about.
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