I decided to give this story a second wind. I'm currently on holiday from school so I will be updating more often for now. I'm recreating the story, but keeping the plot line. I'm changing some parts and completely changing the new character. Hopefully you guys will like it.

-Stupid Asian

A concerned glance towards the sky voiced the older monk's internal inquiries. A light breeze ghosting faintly past, blowing on the man's long sleeves. A quiet question floats into the wind, travelling west.

What is it?

The light, cool air calmed everyone who breathed it in. Yet a select few remain unsettled and heavily perturbed. Despite the calm atmosphere, faint clouds, gentle warmth of the sun and the growing flowers and fruits of spring, the calm disturbed any and all heavily influenced within the magical realm of the Xiaolin and Heylin.

It has been this calm and seemingly perfect for nearly a week now, but the silence and calm were welcomed with open arms. Well. To those who didn't understand the situation.

Within the lush greenery and flora and fauna of the forest, a Xiaolin temple stands. Surrounded by shrubbery, flowering trees and a faint heavenly glow. Within the temple courtyard, four people are seen. All enjoying the warmth of the spring sun. With arms wide and inhaling deeply, they embrace the peace lovingly, as if embracing a wayward son that found its way home.

The four monks seen are Omi, Kimiko, Clay and Raimundo. They have grown well since arriving at the temple and are all on the edge of their teenage years, Clay being the first to jump to adulthood. All having matured well but still retaining their signature traits. Kimiko with her eyeliner, Clay with his hair still tucked into his cowboy hat, Raimundo with that shit-eating grin, and Omi with his startlingly round yellow head.

The faint winds bringing scents and smells of spring flowers, all traveling west.

A faintly irritated legume nests within the feathery softness of his companion's wings. Shifting for what seemed to be the nth time that hour. Heavily disturbed at the atmosphere, but frustrated at himself for not understanding what made the air feel off, Hannibal Roy Bean shifts once more, encased by the wings of Ying Ying.

Light gusts of wind bring scents and smells of spring flowers, all traveling west.

Gasping for air, Wuya sits up in the waters of the grand bath house. Hair sopping wet and skin covered in droplets of water, she scans over the green pool. Disturbed at the atmosphere and even more disturbed at not understanding what the cause of the shift in atmosphere was, she settles within the waters of the grand bath house, cradling her arms.

She does not notice the water vapour above her shifting directions, carrying with them the scents and smells of teas and herbs, traveling west.

Chase Young quietly meditates several meters above the ground. Within his citadel, his feline warriors stalk quietly in between corridors, ready to alert their master if anything was amiss.

Inhaling deeply, Chase notices the change in atmosphere and the strange but calming mixture of scents. The smells of spring flowers, the scents of teas and herbs, and a faint and nearly unnoticeable scent blending with the others.

Her scent.

Travelling west.

Which Chase notices and quickly drops down on to the marble floor, startling some of his jungle cats. Hastily stalking towards the entry of his citadel, he pushes open the grand doors and stands upon the pseudo-balcony of his mountain. Observing the barren land before him, the overlord inhales deeply.

Then he notices a faint, lone wind carrying her scent, travelling west.

Next?

He follows.

So yeah. This is a lot shorter than the previous one, but I like this one more. I am currently recreating the second chapter so watch out for that. I am on holiday for five weeks, so I'll update heaps before I get back to school. However, I will set aside a few days after making the new chapter to proofread it and edit it, before I will upload it.

Hopefully you guys will like where this story will now be going.

-Stupid Asian