Okay, this is my first time writing a XS story, so please be nice!
Just to clarify things early, I'm gonna list off our fabulous four's ages (according to my timeline)
Raimundo- 24
Kimiko- 22
Clay- 27
Omi- 19
Disclaimer- The concept and characters of Xiaolin Showdown are the property of Christy Hui. Not me. :(
For thousands of years, a mystical barrier had separated the Ying Yang world from the mortal lands. While it stood, humans were safe from legendary beasts that dined on souls and fear. The immortal beings soon became mere fables, stories to frighten children into doing what their parents told. Only those who wished to harness the beasts, and the few who fought against them had to concern themselves over times long gone.
In the eigth year of the rising of Raimundo Pedrosa as leader of the Xiaolin Warriors, the barrier's power had begun to weaken. Gaps began to appear sporratically, and creatures began to cross between worlds. Even those immortals who were peacful, or at least indifferent to human affairs, created panic and confusion where ever they went.
Trying to the best of theri abilities to stave off the onslaught of monsters, the Chosen Ones hardly paid a thought to how and why the beasts began to appear. They paid no mind to the barrier.
It flickered, like a guttering candle.
At the dawn of the Winter Solstice, the shortest day of the year, all those residing at the ancient Xiaolin Temple woke suddenly, laboring to hear something that was not a sound. Omi, the Dragon of Water, sat up in bed, pouring sweat. His gold dots, the sign of his elemental power, flashed erratically on his forehead. Though he couldn't see the, the young man sensed what his fellow monks were doing. Raimundo, the Dragon of Wind, swore loudly in Spanish and rolled off of his mat, hitting the wall with a dull thud. Clay Bailey, the Dragon of Earth, lept to his feet with suprising agility, hands grasping for his lasso. Kimiko Tohomiko, Dragon of Fire, swayed where she stood while getting dressed, half fainting.
Even those who weren't his teamates registered on Omi's senses. Master Fung, roused from his morning mediation, pressed a hand to hos laboring heart; while Dojo Kanojo Cho, Temple Guarding, awoke with a yelp, his scaled form writhing as if in pain.
Desperate for an answer to the sudden, and painful, attack to their senses, the Xiaolin Dragons converged in the hall outside their quarters.
"Did any of ya'll feel what I just felt?" asked Clay, his face wan under his farmer's tan.
Kimiko nodded, running a hand through her currently loose hair. "I felt.. jarred. Like something bad jumped out at me from the shadows." She shuddered, rapping her arms around her small frame.
Raimundo stared at the Japanese woman for a second, his heavy brow drawing into a frown. "Something isn't right." He began to pace, a habit he had picked up on since becoming leader. His team watched his movements.
"There must have been a great imbalance in the forces if we all were awakened by it." Omi reasoned, a worried tone entering his voice.
"Omi is correct."
Omi, Kimiko, and Clay turned. Raimundo drew to a tense halt. Walking to them was Master Fung, his lined face grave. Dojo, coiled around his neck and shoulders, looked panicked.
" What's happened, Master Fung?" Raimundo demanded, taking a step forward. " What is it?"
The four held their breath as they waited for their Master's answer.
"It is the barrier." the elder monk suddenly sounded very old, and very tired. " The barrier between our world and the Ying Yang world. It has evaporated."
Halfway across the world, shadows stirred, coming to life in the watery light. Eyes gleamed. The air was punctuated by a shattering roar.
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I promise, the chapters will get longer.