Author's Notes: I can see myself getting a lot of praise for this and a lot of flames. Not just one or the other. Both.

This is a special project for me. I'm super excited. Are you excited? You should be. I've actually been planning this Xiaolin project for about 2 years now, but I am only just now getting around to it. There was a lot of research involved, distracted by side projects, and good old fashion procrastination. The title, Zhòumà Mìngyùn, roughly translates as 'Damned Fate.' Some of you may think I've taken the show's plot a brutally raped it in its eye sockets. But I don't think that's true. Yes I've made some semi-dramatic changes, but everything still flows awesomely. There's an Omi/Dashi thing that I think totally makes sense, it does if you think about it. There might be a small spoiler if you haven't seen the whole series. Us folks here in America were the last ones to get the final episode, but it was a few months ago and if you haven't seen it yet, I'm sorely disappointed in you. Long story short, Raimundo is chosen as Shoku warrior, making him the leader of the team. There. Now you know.

With the exception of the prologue, the story is future set. The way I figure it, the time passage within the series was only two years. Master Feng mentions "It was been a year," in one episode and it only snowed at the temple, like, once. No one aged and no one celebrated birthdays, so how are we supposed to know? I know this is a lot of noted, but I think it's necessary because some people tend to get confused in situations like this. So the prologue is at the end of those two years, but the story takes place four years after that, making a total of six years. If you do the math on their ages: Omi is estimated to be 18, Raimundo is 20, Jack is estimated 20, Kimiko is 19, and Clay is 22. Don't believe me? Go to wikipedia and look it up.

I gave them total makeovers! Jack and Kimiko are my favorites.

I think that's it for now. Pairing are your standard RaiJack, not so standard KimClay, and a third implied, non-existent yet existent, pairing. But I won't tell you what it is. Nyah.

-X-

"Jack's too strong!"

"C'mon Kimiko, don' give up!"

"Where are Omi and Raimundo!"

"Wuya has them cornered on the other side of the temple. Finally, I'll actually defeat you Xiaolin losers!" Jack laughed his evil laugh, like he always did, as another wave of Jack-Bots descended on Kimiko and Clay.

The fight had been going on for two days straight, and the Heylin forces had yet to tire or falter. Shen-Gong-Wu, the "tools of God," weren't the issue anymore. Wuya had once again obtained a physical body with her powers fully in tact, and she was determined to eliminate us, the only obstacle that remained in her path. Its funny isn't it? How people always use words like: defeat, destroy, or eliminate, when what they really mean is kill. Using words like kill and death are something like a faux pas in society; like you aren't supposed to talk about it. Too bad not talking about death, doesn't stop it from happening.

Kimiko unleashed a fury of flames that engulfed a number of the Jack-Bots. Her Wudai Mars technique wasn't something to be taken lightly. I think Mars, the Roman god of war, would have been proud of her. Exhausted by the technique she fell to her knees. Her raven black hair, having long since fallen from the pigtails, clung to the sweat on her face. A legion of the black and bronze robots swarmed Kimiko. Clay leapt in front. He stomped his foot into the ground causing a boulder to fly up from the dirt. Clay then hurled the large rock at the line of Jack-Bots, crushing them to little pieces. He'd never admit it, but Clay's element was bad-ass, and he was stronger than any of us could ever hope to be.

"Get up Kimiko!"

"Clay, I can't… I'm too tired."

"Don't tell me that Kimiko! Yer stronger than that. Are you really gon'a let Jack walk all over you like this!"

"Iie…"

Clay reached down, took her tiny hand in his, and hoisted her up. Our large companion turned to look up at our red-haired libertine who was hovering above them. "You'll run out of yer machines sooner or later Jack, then we'll get you back!"

"You wish," Jack retorted smugly as yet another wave of Jack-Bots emerged from behind him.

Elsewhere, Omi, Master Feng, and I were fighting the Heylin witch herself. Chase was no longer around, not since Wuya had her powers restored. I almost felt sorry for the guy. After taking part in what she liked to call, "the mortal pleasures of flesh," she cut his head clean off. Chase's head was sent to us in a custom made velvet box tied with a black ribbon. I guess you could call it an omen if you want. I remember how much Kimiko cried.

Wuya's dark magic and our elements had demolished half the temple. I remember wiping the blood from my eyes and then an explosion erupted behind me. There was a gash in my forehead. It burned as dust and rubble settled into it. I looked up to see my Master, my elderly yet brave Master fighting against Wuya's demonic minions. My eyes swept the surrounding area. I was searching for a familiar yellow body. Omi stood from a mound of broken wall, his arm hanging disjointedly from its socket. The little monk had been battling so hard the past two days. I respected Omi for his ability, and was in total awe of his will power. But, I knew he was crashing.

The incense burns on Omi's forehead flickered, a sure sign that his power was fading, but despite the odds Omi charged forward. I almost couldn't bear to watch as Wuya sent Omi flying back into the rubble. I ran to my friend.

"Omi! Omi are you okay?"

"I am fine," answered his small and tired voice.

"No, Omi, you're not." I looked down at the battered and beaten body of my friend. "Look Omi, I know this is important to you, but you can't do this by yourself."

"Stop, Raimundo." His palm lifted in my direction. "This is my gift. This is my destiny." Omi struggled to a stand. "I can do this on my own."

"Omi, I'm your Shoku. Let me help you!" I pleaded.

"No!" Omi was about to attack the witch again, but he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. I watched his dark eyes meet old, blue eyes. "Master Feng…"

"Omi, you are a strong Dragon, but it has become clear that you cannot handle the responsibility alone. Raimundo was chosen to be Shoku for a reason. I think it is time you let him do his job."

Omi scowled with jealousy and anger. I'll never forget that look. "But Master Feng, I am the reincarnation of Grand Master Dashi! I should be the one to use his spirit to defeat the Heylin witch Wuya!"

"I am sorry Omi."

Before the little monk had another chance to protest, Master Feng began an ancient Chinese chant.

A few short minutes later, Wuya's shriek could be heard at every corner of the temple. "Jack! Jack, help me!"

"Wuya?" Jack looked in the direction of woman's cry with wide eyes. "Wuya I'm coming!" He flew off with his helipack.

Unidentifiable cries were heard. Then, there was only silence.