Responsabilidad: I don't own anything for Xiaolin Showdown. It all belongs to the creator, Christy Hui. I only own this idea that randomly came to me.

In my storyplot:

- characters are older than they are in show (by 2/or 3 years)

- Omi is still on the side of heylin (before he got chi back)

- shoku warrior hasn't been chosen

Advertencia!: Warning!

- Yaoi/slash/mxm etc.

- Strong Language

- Violence

is in story plot. You don't like to read that, don't continue reading.


Prólogo

In the depths of Asia, a group of monks gathered at an ancient temple. The abbot of the group sent a message to the other monks about a vision he had two nights ago foretelling a prophecy that would happen beyond their years. When the other monks arrived at the temple their abbot was meditating with a serious expression on his wrinkled features. After acknowledging their presence, he opened his dull blue eyes and motioned them to sit. Once every monk was sitting in a circle, the eldest of them, dressed in a deep red robe, began speaking.

"My fellow monks, I have asked for your presence because of a vision," he turned his head slowly to look each of the other monks in the eyes. "It seemed to have shown an event taking place in the vast future, perhaps even a thousand years from now."

The surrounding monks frowned at this. "It also appeared to show this despairing and tragic event taking take place here, in China." He bowed his head and closed his eyes, to remember what the vision showed him. And as he spoke, young monks were recording his words onto a long scroll...

There was a menacing and mighty warlord, whose dominion was becoming stronger and greater as the days passed. He gained these new strengths from an ancient potion combined with those from a young fallen warrior. This caused him to gain unbelievable power over time. It seemed as if he would become an unstoppable tyrant, until the solution appeared, in the form of a human being. It seems that the only way to stop this warlord's dangerous reign, is for him to fall in love with and perhaps, marry a human, and this will most likely cause him to have a change of heart, and save the world from destruction.

But he cannot be in any relationship. The bloodstream of the chosen person's family will have gone back generations to a witch, whose visions showed her of this same event. She will prepare by placing a spell in her bloodstream when she is with child. The magic will stretch to other generations. On their 18th birthday, the chosen individual to have the warlord's heart, will slowly begin to fall under the influence of an attraction spell that flows deep through their veins. The spell activates only when the warlord's great power awakens and the person is 18.

Unfortunately, there are a few flaws that come along with the solution. One is that the individual must work hard for the warlord's heart. Sometimes they will have to go against their friends, common sense, and even everything that they believe in in order to find a way to the tyrant's heart.

Second, there is no guarantee that the warlord will be attracted to the individual or change his ways. Since he will be under the influence of great evil, there is a chance that he will not be familiar with human feelings such as love, and he will ignore the actions the chosen person will try to display. He will also not be persuaded easily to join side of good and very well may try to convince the chosen person to the dark side if he sees potential.

Third is that the spell in the person's blood will cause them to have dreams of this vision for a year until they turn 18. These will become more detailed and sinister each and every night as a sign of the event coming closer and closer.

Let us not forget the most likely happening: the two may never cross paths. And the world will fall into eternal darkness.

Once he was done, the abbot brought his head up to see the other monks still frowning. "As I've said before, this is many, many years ahead of us." He pointed to one of the young monks who were writing his words. "You and others must be sure that the scrolls of this prophecy are kept safe and is not touched by anyone."

The young monk bowed as he and the others stood with scrolls in their arms, and began to walk away from the abbot, worry deep in their hearts for the future of the world.

As the elderly monk watched them slowly disappear from his view, he sighed and thought to himself, 'May the gods of the heavens watch over the chosen one.'

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"Aaah!" I woke up with a start, taking shallow and fast breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. I began to feel my breaths and heart come to a slower pace, and looked around. I was still in my room. And by the looks of it, I guess I didn't wake anybody up. I placed my head back on my pillow and wrapped the covers tightly around my body.

"It was only another weird dream, go back to sleep." I whispered to myself, to coax myself to sleep. Soon it works, and I fell back into a deep sleep, this time, into a dark and dreamless slumber.


NOTA: This not very good I know but it is just prólogo, nothing much. Review por favor.