Silent eerie calm came from a lone house. The night seemed to envelop it into its' mystic darkness that would only threaten to consume others. But it seemed permanently inescapable here. As not even the stars would shine here. The moon also void in the inky blackness. The only sign of life was the barely flickering of a light inside the house. The light barely lit the room it was stationed in. But it bathed the room in the only light seen. It lit the only person within miles of the place. The fiery red hair looking like a burning flame was the only real color in the room. The only color of the night.

The red flame of hair was messily tossed around the youth's face that had it. His face was as pale as freshly fallen snow. His face tight with fear and anguish as he tossed and turned in his bed. Perspiration dripped down his face. But he couldn't open his eyes for the life of him. His eyes clenched tighter as his fear grew. In an instant he bolted up right in bed panting heavily. His eyes slightly glazed yet still remained their bright crimson. He closed his eyes and lay back down. His eyes reopened and he stared at his ceiling. The shadows from the light in the hall flickering. He made a note to replace the bulb later.

But the flickering shadows made him uneasy. He closed his eyes and saw his nightmare reform. It was so fresh in his memory. Like someone had made it scar him. He felt scared. Not like when he saw spiders. They only freaked him about a bit when they'd appear. And Chase Young wasn't too bad either. His nightmare though, it made him want to hurl. The leathery beating of wings cascading in a red sky that would only bring suffering and torment. The cruel hearted laughter that rang in his ears. The true horrifying bloodshed that came with power.

He had seen the light fall. The darkness rise. The light relit, and torch being passed. He felt tears prick his eyes. He didn't bother to stop them. Only his robots would hear him cry. And they were off for the night. For there was no reason to come after a powerless misfit. His Wu was gone. He hadn't been in a showdown in a while. Not with his nightmare plaguing him nightly. He had grown to fear sleep and dread the darkness. He was not Heylin. He could feel it. But he was no way a Xiaolin. He was… normal. In the light versus dark at least.

He didn't feel like he wanted to sleep. He felt like he wanted to see someone. Anyone. The nightmare was growing more vivid each time he had it. Like it was working its' way up to be more vial and horrible the next time he saw it. And something else to.

"Why can't I tell if it's really a dream?" he muttered. He had heard about warriors having dreams that foretold something of great importance. But he was no warrior. He was an inventor. A mechanic. He didn't even like dealing with magic. It was so confusing. So chaotic. So unstable. So unlike the world of technology his mother had nurtured him in since the day he was born. He felt bile in his throat at the thought. He was gifted in the tools and mechanics that were machines. He loved tinkering with them and pushing each part to the limit. But only his mom had been there.

His dad never saw him. The man had left his mom as a one might stand. And she didn't know she was pregnant until later. He owed his life to his mother and grandmother for convincing each other that he would be fine. That he would be taken care of. People said no. Men ignored his mom. They only saw the baby that would be him and not his beautiful red haired mother. They saw her as a whore. They saw him as devil spawn. He opened his eyes and watched as the light disappeared. The bulb dead. Dark suffocating silence choked him. It consumed him. The very hatred of its nature almost nurturing him and his own demonic ways. He sighed seeing the receding inky blackness of the night melt away with the first drink of sunlight in the window. He stared. His crimson eyes taking in the light he could not have. The warmth he would never truly feel. And the flickering feeling of hope, that his dream was only that. Only a dream.

-.-

"I still say that Spicer is up to no good," Kimiko argued. She and Omi argued this topic to no end. Everyone got along just fine. Until someone made a comment about Jack. Then came the ideas from the monks on whatever happened to the self-proclaimed boy genius. Did he give up? Was he buying time? Was he sent to a mental institute? Or was he just being an idiot?

No one knew. He had practically vanished from the earth. No one had seen him. Good or bad. And he had not been seen trying to collect any Wu.

"But we must have faith. Spicer has not done much evil of late," Omi said, "And he was no good at being evil. Perhaps a new leaf has been turned."

-.-

Looking over the number again he punched in the number that he had found. It was a hypnotist. Someone like him. Young and a child. She was only three years older than he. And she mentioned she helped with some of the more… peculiar sights seen in dreams.

"Hello. This is Luna. You are Jack?" she asked. Her voice was soft and calm. But incredibly young. Like an intelligent seven or eight year old. But added with the grace of a trained young woman.

"Yes. How do you know my name?"

"I see your problems lie in your sleep. You are scared. Come to my shop."

"Can't you help me now? You could figure out my name easily."

"No. You need to come. I will be waiting."

A small girl hung up the phone. Caller ID was helpful. She looked around her room. It was as white as Jack's was black. She walked over in front of her mirror that was adjourned with lotus blossoms. . She was a little taller than the Xiaolin monk Omi she had heard about from her meditation. Her hair was long and white. Her skin only slightly darker than the milky pale hair. Her eyes barely open so they looked closed. Her eyes were a pale blue. She silently cursed her father for her appearance. Though she knew that no child of theirs could possibly fit into normal society. Other than Hsi Wu's child. But the children of Hsi Wu were always the ones that craved attention.

"Another insignificant human with a problem. If only because of what my father has done that I do this," she said barely above a whisper. She hated her father and what he had done in the past. But there was nothing she could do. Her father was banished. As was the rest of her aunts and uncles. She sighed and took in the powers her father had given her when he had taken her mother that night. Here she stood. Daughter of Tso Lan.

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