Author's Note: This is a rewritten version of 'A Dragon's Jade. I liked it but I lost inspiration/drive to write it. So I decided to brush up on my knowledge of Jackie Chan Adventures. I have no interest in Jackie—Jade's rebellious sass always spoke to me more as a kid. I also love stories of demons and demon-hunters—the eternal conflict. This features some of Jade's childhood friends—minor canonical characters all grown up.

I was trying to write it before posting it but when I try that I get lazy. At least when I post what I have, I am driven to continue to post.

Expect minor canonical characters to become important, a few fan-original concepts and characters, new and old villains and of course plenty of magic, battles, mystical artifacts and demons. I will reference actual martial arts but I will apologize for any inaccuracies in anyone's fighting style - sometimes my desire for Rule of Cool will trump Rule of Logic.

Summary: Where Jade goes, she'll find trouble or it'll find her and for a young woman who spent a portion of her childhood as an impromptu demon hunter, she can't escape her past so easily. Especially when a sworn enemy and a demon of her past appears, not seeking vengeance...but her help.

Begun: September 7th, 2012, Friday

Edited: February 24th, 2014, Monday

Disclaimer: I claim no right of sale or copyright. This belongs to the original creators - I'm just playing in their sandbox

Additional Author's Notes

After some months of sitting on this story I have decided to go back and clean up some minor details. Chapters 11 and 12 has been polished and replaced.

Chapter 1

Prologue - Dragon's Exile

Drago contemplated the distance between this tiny rock island and the next one. The Netherworld was vast, infinite and immense and filled with things that had been lost or displaced from the Mortal Plain. Displaced items that drifted from holes in the dimensions and had long since been fixed or had sealed up of its own accord long before any demon could get to it.

He was on his own as usual, keeping his distance between himself and his dysfunctional demon family who were friends one moment and enemies the next. The only thing everyone agreed on was their hatred for Shen Du, if for different reasons.

Drago liked being alone; he knew how to avoid his aunts and uncles. When he had first arrived, they seemed uncertain as to how treat him until they decided to treat him as a nephew and therefore better than they treated his father. They saved most of their torment for Shen Du, excluding the usual family.

They had mixed feelings about him collecting their chi and the (attempted) world take over that would have succeeded if Shen Du hadn't interfered (and if a certain disobedient human girl had not suggested the talismans and therefore given Shen Du the power to defeat Drago.)

Tso Lan, Hsi Wu, and Bai Tza treated him with a degree of a respect and as they would treat a young demon. Xiao Fung and Po Kong paid him no mind, Dai Gui got along with him better than Shen Du if only for their mutual dislike of the elder dragon demon. Tchang Zu hated Drago and Shen Du equally but saved the petty bullying for Shen Du because Drago was a rebellious teenager who could put up one a hell of a fight and had experience wielding the siblings various magics, if only for a brief time. In addition, his small human-like size in comparison to the most of the other demons made him harder to hit.

But right now, Drago was trying to get away from his family. He could understand why they were all frantic to get out of this place; they had been trapped for countless centuries and he'd been here...a few years. Who could tell how much time had passed in this never-changing boring voidscape ?If it wasn't for dear old Dad...(and Jade) he wouldn't be here.

Ah Jade, the rebellious niece (actually, second cousin) of Jackie Chan and (in Drago's opinion) far more irritating than any other human.

Drago took a standing leap, carried by the near-lack of gravity here and landed on a large rock. He almost missed the human world if only because the skies were blue, the wind - crisp and cool in the right areas - cooled him off when his heartfire flared too much because he was frustrated. Here the orange-red skies pressed on him; he felt like fire was all around him and he welcomed real fire; just not the kind that made him as if he was going to lose control and burn himself up.

"Is it really so hard to find that stupid library in this place!?"

Centuries and centuries of boredom will drive beings to do anything to stave off insanity; from the books and inks and random objects that had drifted into the void, his uncles and aunts had fashioned their own texts to add to the library that had been sent to the void to avoid the greedy, unpracticed hands of mortals by ancient sorcerers. Tchang Zu was more likely to destroy it. Xiao Fung, Bai Tza, Tso Lan, Shen Du and now Drago appreciated it the most. However, Shen Du didn't get to use it much since the others usually had reign of the library.

A while ago Drago decided that reading spellbooks would keep him sane for a while so after gaining Bai Tza's grudging respect, he had found the library. Unfortunately, it had this annoying habit of drifting everywhere and anywhere so sometimes, on those occasions when he left the library, it was hard to find it again.

Drago took another leap and discovered his talon prints in the dust of the new rock.

"I'm going in circles!" He kicked a rock spire angrily, smashing it into chunks of rock and dust. "How could they stand it here for centuries!? I'm going crazy and I've only been here a few years!" He sat down heavily in the dust, a growl of frustration slipping from between clenched fangs, claws curled against his skull.

"This is Dad's fault. If he hadn't sided with the Chans, I'd be King of the World right now!"

"Throw your talismans to Shen Du!"

And little Jade...

"Sorry, scaly. I'm not the sentimental type."

"Later, Gecko Boy."

His memories of a future that never was. He'd think of those times then remember they won't happen. They didn't happen in this world, in this timeline. That was another world now, another timeline, another life. And this Jade won't ever remember the way he did because she would never live it.

"Sorry, scaly. I'm not the sentimental type."

A ruthless woman with no hesitation about taking down the demon she had once called friend.

A girl who never know the future that might have been for her if he hadn't gone back in time.

A girl who ended up the target of a dragon's rage because of a crime she had yet to commit, a crime she would never commit. A little girl – a human girl who had shown him up on several occasions.

A girl who always avoided his many attempts to kill her. He could have killed her, he supposed, if he really wanted to. But he didn't; her death was always second priority over the retrieval of the demon chi. Or maybe he was just saying that because he hadn't actually wanted to kill her.

"You may be a demon but you're still a person." Words she would never ever say. Not anymore.

An infuriated roar rang through the void as a pillar of flame erupted from his entire body, quickly dissipating. Having all these memories that would never really happen in this reality was so annoying!

"There has to be a way out of this place!"

He knew his aunts and uncles must have looked a thousand times, a million times and were still here. But no matter the failures of those who came before, one had to succeed eventually.

Then may I strike a deal with you, young dragon?

Drago's head jerked up, crimson orbs narrowing into slits as his tail flicked. The shadowy image of a red cloaked figure - most of the body just a ghostly mist with bright red eyes peeking from beneath the hood - slowly appeared, hovering before him.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Drago growled out.

To make a deal. One that will get you out of that pesky prison of yours.

Drago frowned. "Usually when wizards call a demon there's a catch."

Well, that is true. The sorceress admitted. Why else would we call upon your kind?

"What do you want?" Drago demanded.

There's a special artifact I'm after and I need a reliable assistant with plenty of experience. The dark shadow explained. I can get you out of there if you assist me.

Drago thought about it.

His father had once been brought out of the Netherworld by the Dark Chi Wizard Daolong Wong but had been quickly sent back thanks to the Chans and their fellow humans.

Do not worry. She said as if reading his mind. There will be no interference from other sorcerei or the demon hunters.

It was tempting to get out of this void but human magic wielders always wanted something in return and human magic wielders and demons had long-standing rivalry.

But he could handle human Magi. "What's your plan then?"

The sorceress's shadow seemed to sigh. The use and summoning of demons is uncommon in Western Magic – that is to say European Magic – but fairly common in the Eastern Magic, Asian, circles. I require several mystical artifacts from the Forges of Hephaestus and the use of a demon would surprise my enemies.

She didn't seem too bad...but then again, first impressions were deceiving a great deal of the time. On the other hand, this was a prime chance to get out of this stinking void and he had been researching a lot spells many of which he had been able to practice...

And he could figure out what to do about Jade Chan. And maybe the rest of them.

"Deal."

The Shadow smiled. Excellent. Here is what you must do...

Sometime later...

It had taken some doing, but patience and plotting had won Drago free-rein of the library. He was the only one there-his aunts, uncles and father were arguing again somewhere far from the library with explosive results. He didn't care what they did - as long as they stayed away long enough to let him finish his task. And then he would be out of this stinking void so he could find his answers.

Drago prowled the shelves of the ancient library, a thick book tucked under his arm and stuffed full of notes. He never done so much reading in his life, preferring to depend largely on his instincts to get by but in this world, reading and exploring the outer reaches of the Netherworld was practically the only two things that kept him from going completely insane.

Drago stopped at a tall shelf, narrowing his eyes. Then, they widened as a pink haze filled them and an image appeared in his mind's eye.

A gleaming piece of mirror.

Drago blinked and came back to himself. The first piece to my key out of here. Shoving the journal into his sling, he gripped the first of many shelves, propelling himself upwards towards his prize.

That was a good start don't you think? Please review and tell me what you think of this reboot.

I've actually had this chapter ready to go for ages but I wanted to type the rest of the chapters and school was getting in the way.