Soo…. This is my 70th story… That's quite the feat, if I must say… I never would have imagined that I would have gotten this many… Yes, I know, I have a lot of stories on Hiatus right now… I apologize for that, but I've currently lost my muse for those stories… I'll try and get them going again, but for now, they'll have to stew… I do want you all to know that I appreciate your following and continuing support for me. Reviews are always a pleasure to see, but it's when I see how many people are reading overall that I really remember why I love writing online so much. I share what I enjoy with all of you- even when you don't write to me or say anything, I know you're there, and I know when you keep coming back. I appreciate every one of my followers, from the two or three in places like the Philippines to the thousands in the United States. Thank you all.

Our Task…

The Xiaolin Monks had been dragons for years now- almost seven to be exact. Omi, the Dragon of Water, Raimundo, the Dragon of Wind, Clay, the Dragon of Earth, and Kimiko, the Dragon of Fire- each had grown into wonderful young adults who had moved on to try and live the rest of their lives. They were still dragons, yes, and they continued to fight to maintain balance, but they had gone their separate ways after some time. And… they had grown distant. Kimiko had returned to Tokyo to help her father run his business, and to one day inherit it. Raimundo had not gone home to Rio, but had gone to Africa for a job opportunity he couldn't afford to turn down. Clay had gone back to America and was attending college. Omi remained at the Xiaolin Temple to run everything and maintain the old building even after Master Fung was to die. None of them had seen each other in… almost three years now…

None of the monks knew what had become of the others- they each had speculations and ideas, but none quite knew exactly. Sometimes they did wonder about the others, but they were each far too busy in their own lives to reminisce too much.

They had almost completely forgotten about their old lives as Dragons in training- fighting evil, saving the world on a daily basis. Kimiko was no exception. She was entrapped in her life- successful, a CEO, beautiful, smart, wealthy, engaged to be married within a year- life couldn't have gotten better for her. Until she received an urgent letter in her mailbox one afternoon.

Kimiko Tohomiko, Dragon of Fire- Your help is desperately needed at the Xiaolin Temple. Please arrive as soon as convenient. ~Omi.

She hadn't really thought on it much. She hadn't been to the temple in years. She hadn't used her element in years. She hadn't even thought about the others in years. But after a chat with her father and fiancé', it was decided it would be best for her to at least go see what the trouble was. Her father could run the company without her- as he had before her returning to him. And her fiancé' said he could last without her for at least a week before he'd need her back. She had told him one thing in response. "With the Xiaolin Temple… Things aren't always that simple…"

When she arrived back on the temple grounds her entire being was flooded with a sense of nostalgia. It was just like old times. She walked to the gate and smiled at the familiar scene. She walked inside of the grounds and was quickly greeted by a taller man with a mustache as white as the snow capping the nearby mountains. At first she did not recognize him, but a pair of winking blue eyes immediately brought images back into her head.

"Master Fung, it's been a long time," she said to him with a teary smile before embracing him in a hug.

"Indeed it has, Kimiko," he replied, "You've grown quite a bit since we last met… I recall you being much shorter…" Kimiko giggled at his comment and wiped tears away from the corners of her eyes. He was still alive- she was so happy to see him again.

"Well if it isn't my favorite girly," Kimiko looked down at the voice and nearly sobbed with joy when she saw the ever the same looking Dojo.

"Dojo!" she breathed, smiling and quickly kneeling to hug the little dragon. Even after all these years, he still looked exactly the same as he had.

She stood once again and smiled when she saw a familiarly large yellow head. Omi. He was much taller now, and his head was not as perfectly circular, it was a fair bit elongated, but he still looked like Omi. She quickly went up and hugged him as well.

"It is wondrous to see you again Kimiko," he said as they hugged.

"You too, Omi," she said. After letting go of him, she said, "You went through a growth spurt." He smiled at her.

"I am glad you have come," he said softly, "Raimundo and Clay have each informed me that they cannot return. But… I suppose you shall be beneficial…" She looked at him for a moment as she waited for him to speak. "Kimiko… We have just recently found out that Wuya has regained her powers and has betrayed Chase Young… In order to fight this new rise in evil… We have had to find new Dragons to train… And Master Fung and I had thought that having the past Dragons to help train them would help even more so…"

She swallowed and took a step back. Training new dragons… She wouldn't be able to go home in a week. No way. Her fiancé' would have to wait for her… Could she balance her need to see him, her responsibility to the company, and now this…?

"Kimiko," Omi said, touching her shoulder, "Please… The world is depending on you and I to train these new dragons and help them in their task… Our task…"

She inhaled deeply before saying, "Okay… I'll stay…"