Chapter 1: Prophesy
A a bald man with a black mustache and beard walks into one of the Xiaolin Temples in China with billowing blue robes and scans through the many scrolls, looking for one in particular. Soon, at the end of the shelf, he picks one up and opens it to find another prophesy riddle in it.
Four Dragons born of element
One lead in the darkness
Soulless taught Rage without intent
Rage and Freedom interact amongst wickedness
Two become one in Evil Ground
Complete the impossible, life and land
Master Fung continues to stare at the old scroll with a buzzing head and weird feeling in his gut, and finally realizes it is happening. He closes the scroll and puts it back in a shelf then heads toward the meditating room, finding the other monks already seated on the floor. The old man seats on an empty spot and starts breathing deeply and calmly, letting his troubles float out and about. One of the monks, the shortest, says, "I sense you bear troubling news, Master Fung."
He opens his eyes after the statement along with the others and says, "It has begun."
A cold chill hovers all over the calming room as the words sink into everyone's minds. Finally, the tallest monk says, "Then you know what you have to do."
Master Fung gets to his feet and bows before setting off toward the stone walkways outside. A small green reptile crawls out from a room on two front legs and asks, "Hey, Master Fung, where are you going at this time of day?"
"To get the four elemental dragons, Dojo. The prophesy has started."
"Oh, okay." He yawns. The dragon was about to walk away when he shrieks, "WHAT?!"
"Yes. We must make haste if we are going to find them all."
Dojo's head starts twitching, and he says, "I already sense one of them. Feels like a water one." The dragon grows to an alarming size, growing more frills and red hair and beard. "Get on."
After Master Fung jumps on his back, Dojo twirls up into the air and heads deeper into China. The twinkling stars flashes pass them and soon Dojo dips down into the quiet city, stopping in front of an orphanage. The master jumps off and walks to the front step to find a bundle sitting in front of the double doors, a round yellow head sticking out from the blanket. He picks the little boy up and grabs a note stuck in the bundle, opening it to find a note made by the boy's mysterious mother. After reading the note, Master Fung puts it in his hidden pocket and says, "Well, why don't we bring you home Omi?"
The master walks back to Dojo and asks, "Any other warrior?"
"I'm sorry, but I don't feel any other dragon warrior, and I don't know how long it'll be until I do."
Fung sighs. "Okay. But please do your best to find them." The group flies back to the temple and Fung walks into a nursery-like room, gently puts the baby Omi in a cradle. "Sleep well young warrior."
It has been exactly one year until Dojo senses another warrior. He quickly rushes to the meditating room and yells, "Master Fung, another one has just revealed himself!"
The master opens his eyes and says, "Lead the way."
Dojo, in full size, soars through the ink sky. The trip takes a longer time than the first, but soon the temperature heats up and the dragon lands next to a farm of cattle. He shrinks down and lands on his friend's shoulder and Master Fung walks up to the front door. After knocking, a light appears from the window and they hear, "Who, in tarnashion, would be up at this hour?"
The door opens and a large cowboy with a bushy brown mustache and beady eyes says, "What do you want?"
"Hello. I am Master Fung. Who might you be?"
"Bob Bailey. Is there a reason you're here at this time of hour?"
"Yes. I hear you have a son. Am I correct?"
"Yeah. Why're you asking?" Bob asks.
"You may not know this, but your son has a special gift inside. May I come in?"
The cowboy grumbles but moves aside, letting the master enter. A woman walks in the living room in a robe and asks, "Dear, who's at the door?"
"A man in pajamas."
"I prefer the term monk robes." Master Fung says.
"So what's the reason you're here?"
"I am in search of dragon warriors, each with the unique elemental power residing inside them. You're son is one of the warriors I know of."
"What makes you say our son is this dragon warrior? What proof do you have?" the father asks.
"Did you ever see any weird happenings around your son?
Bob was about to say something, but closes his mouth when he can't find the answer. Instead, the mother says, "Well, yeah. The dirt always seems to change when our son is around."
"That is the sign of a dragon warrior."
Bob says, "So you're saying that my son is a special warrior with powers because some dirt moved?"
"Yes. And there are evil out there who will want to use his elemental powers for their own needs. He needs to be taught in the way of the Xiaolin Warrior."
"And where are you going to teach him?"
"At the Xiaolin Temple in China."
Bob yells, "China? Are you crazy?"
"It's the only place where he'll be safe from evil. There, he'll learn to control of his power."
Bob was about to argue but his wife says, "Bob, just let him go. I know you want him to be a fine cattle farmer, but I feel like this is what he's truly meant to be."
"But he's supposed to be-" the father stops when he spots his wife's look, and finally agrees. The mother then walks back through the hallway and comes back with a large child in her arms. She hands the boy to Master Fung and says, "Please take good care of Clay."
"I will." He walks back out and Dojo grows to full size.
A couple months later, Dojo lands in the middle of the Xiaolin Temple and Master Fung hops down with a small, dark-skinned child in his arms. He puts him in a bed and walks back out when Dojo's head twitches again. "Got another one."
"Then this one must be the last. Let's hurry."
In the home of an alcoholic, a young Japanese girl with deep black hair sleeps on a worn down bed, tired of today's chores. A small part of her mind is wishing for a new life to find her. I just want someone who cares about me. Please.
The night moves by without incident, and soon the young Kimiko's mind is fully in a dream. Then, the window to her right opens up, done by gloved hands pushing it up. A young man hops on the windowsill quietly while the wind blows in, ruffling his dark hair. The cold makes Kimiko shiver and turn to the door, wrapping the blanket tighter around her. The man walks into the small and bare room, stopping next to the girl. He brushes some of her hair back to reveal her beautiful face, and upon contact a small mark appears on her forehead. A dragon circling around, about to eat the fire symbol. "This must be her."
The girl turns around and hugs the man's hand then whispers, "Papa."
The warrior widens his eyes, never been called that before. The girl smiles as she continues to sleep, snuggling the man's hand like a teddy bear. The man smiles warmly and picks her up, saying, "It's time to take you to a better home, young one."
Kimiko doesn't answer but hugs him instead. The man walks to the window and jumps down, landing on the grass softly. The young child doesn't feel a thing as she continues to cuddle the man, who starts his long journey back home.
Master Fung walks up to the peeling door and knocks on the door. A voice inside orders, "Kimiko, could you get the door?"
Nobody answers it. The master hears grumbling and soon the door opens to find a fat bald man in a dirty shirt and boxers. "What do you want?" he rudely asks.
"Good evening sir. I am here for your child."
"You're gonna take her away from here?"
"Yes, because-"
"So no more. I've wanted to get rid of the useless brat but never could find an orphanage. I'll get her." The alcoholic closes the door and Master Fung waits awhile, when Dojo appears behind him. "Master Fung, something doesn't feel right."
"What do you mean?"
"I can't seem to feel the warrior anymore. It's kinda like she just vanished."
Suddenly, whooping is heard on the second floor as well as stomping feet then the doors opens, showing a grinning man. "She's gone! That brat is finally out of my hair!"
"What?" Fung whispers.
"Well, since that girl isn't here, then there's no reason for you to be here either. See ya!" He slams the door in the masters face and Dojo murmurs, "Well, isn't he polite?"
Fung walks back to the street and asks, "Where could she have gone? Can you sense her, Dojo?"
"I already told you. It's like she disappeared or some kind of force is blocking my sensory."
He sighs as Dojo grows. "Then the prophesy is truly unraveling."
"What do we do now?" the dragon asks.
"The only thing we can do. Train the other three warriors and keep looking for the last child."
As they fly, Dojo asks, "Who do you think would kidnap a little girl? Wuya?"
"No. I would have sensed if Wuya has been set free."
"Then who could it be?"
Master Fung doesn't answer right away. "We'll just wait and see."