A/N: I do not own Xiaolin Showdown. Everything is credit to it's original creator(s) and I own nothing but the characters that have been added for non-profit purpose's
It was a cold country night; the night I was born. It was thirteen years ago and the rain had lashed heavily against the windows, freezing to the touch of the glass. Dark green, magical smoke filled the room and I had screamed…
But lets all start from the beginning.
My mother, whose name I can't place right now out of sheer forgetfulness had not been expecting me just yet and had gone on a trip to the mountains.
They had always told me she had been a calm and collected woman of pride and had a tang of adventure to her demeanor. However, on her journey climbing up the monstrous icy rock (Though pregnant as hell, I'm quite sure…) she had tripped and fallen down into the snow.
Overnight it seemed the gods had given her no mercy as it it had snowed more than it had done in hundreds of moons. The ice had cracked across her blood covered hands and feet and I was completely unaware of what my mother had gone through.
Some eskimo natives had found her the next day, frozen and dying under the harsh conditions that even the native will never be entirely used to.
Slashes in her hips created by the wind, bloodied blunt and ripped out fingernails where she had tried to crawl away; even a broken bone or two.
The natives had tried all they could to save her. They brought her to their cabins full of food to fill her stomach and boiling lava from underneath the mountains to warm her blood. They had cared for her every whim and need.
But by the end of the fourth day, some people of my tribe had turned to desperate measures.
It was a bad omen and still is today for a pregnant woman to die on the Kazumba mountain. It is said to be a message from the gods that the bond between him and man will break for thirty moons and the livestock shall run away from their masters.
As selfish as my people are, what they did that day I will never forgive them for.
A woman by the name of Hiza, a deceiving old infertile woman with hair the color of fresh corn had taken my mothers dying body to the a witches house under the cover of night.
The witch, a younger woman with black coal eyes who had been forgotten by the tribe for using dark, almost heylin magic had made a truce with her. If she stopped the bad omen from commencing then she would give her the child she had always wished for.
It was a win-win situation for the two old mortals and they had begun a dark ritual as old as time itself.
My mothers stomach had been split open and her soul skillfully ripped out of her body and dragged into the snow to forever wander the mountains. A punishment worse than death? Yes but she would not die and the bad omen would never fully happen.
And that was where I would come in. The witch had at first planned to fill my body with spirits of good luck and prosperity and give me to Hiza.
But she did quite the opposite.
The evil being had dragged by small body out of my mothers carcass and filled me full of bad omens. Of distrust and hatred and power and...evil.
And when she was about to finish and fill me with so much more energy I wouldn't be able to take it and die... the village chief had come to save me.
And as you say, the rest is history.
My name is Inuksuk or Suki for short. And I'm about to get dragged to a whole new conflict of good and evil.
But all I hope is for just this once, these bad omens won't follow me.
A/N: Thanks for reading! This is my first chapter for my fanfic 'Icicle Chainsaw' And features my OC Inuksuk (Made and created just for this story) and her conflicts in the HeylinVSXiaolin world. And yes I'm going to try and make her as less mary-sue as possible but please tell me if she starts to go into that area.
Thanks for taking time out of your lives to read this!
~Tamake-Lucky