The return of Xiaolin.
Authors note: I do not own Xiaolin Showdown they are owned by someone else I'm just a fan who rights fan fiction for fun and that's that I hope you enjoy the return of Xiaolin.
Prologue
I was always interested in history. Preferablly things in the ancient times, I love to read about ancient civilizations like Greece and Rome, so much in fact that I dream of becoming a archeologists and traveling the world finding new things, and discovering ancient mysteries, but one day I took this obsession too far and bit off more than I could chew.
Let me tell you a little bit about myself, my name is Lucas Gonzalez I'm in 8th grade and I go to Markesan middle school. I moved here recently and have a few friends but still I don't like it here, the people are nice no doubt about that but it something doesn't feel right ever since I moved from whitewater I'm cautious of people, and my sisters seem to becoming more annoying by the second. But I wouldn't have had to move here if it wasn't for my mom she is the reason we moved here in the first place but I'd rather not get into that right now. She's in jail and my dad takes good care of my two little sisters and me. But the one day I decide to explore this little town of Markesan. I made the biggest mistake of my life.
Chapter one
It started out as a normal day and I went through my usual morning schedule, wake up at 6am, brush teeth, stop little sisters from fighting, walk my youngest sister Lia to school, then go home do dishes and go to pris… I mean school. After school I do my homework then kick back and relax.
But today I'm feeling energetic so I'm going to learn more about this little town by doing a little exploring. So I told my dad I was going to take a bike ride and left leaving for a adventure and new friends. I rode for what seemed like hours before I finally came to a bridge hovering over the stream I stopped my bike put it against the railing tying the lock firmly and walked down the steep hill I had heard rumors about this tunnel about how a 5 year old was playing in it and fell in. the kid drowned and was found downstream his battered and his clothes torn up from stray twigs being eaten by carp. I got to the bottom of the hill and looked inside there was a stream with what looked like two walkways on each side barely wide enough for me to walk on. I walked along the walkway and sat down with my feet in the stream. It seemed to be getting quiet which was weird because I'm under a busy street. I stopped hearing voices and no cars seemed to drive by. Then I heard till this day that scream still rings in my ears. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
It sounded like my little sister and it was coming from the concrete arch above and around me. It was closer to my side of the wall. I jumped up I don't know what I was thinking but I yelled "Amanda!" in hopes that she would hear me I heard it a faint whisper weak but just barely audible. "h-help me." I've read more than enough creepypastas to know that it wasn't my sister but my brotherly instincts kicked, in and I hit the wall with all my force hurting my hand in the process but I heard something it was hollow! I knocked on it hearing the hollow sound. then using all my strength I rammed into the wall hoping to shatter it but to my disappointment it didn't fall but I'm not one to give up easily. I continued to ram the wall till I was exhausted but I gathered all my strength I knew it was impossible for Amanda to be behind it. But I had to be sure. I used all my strength. feeling adrenaline in my blood I rammed the wall almost breaking my shoulder, and the wall fell inside was a cave no, It wasn't a cave, it was a house? I was more confused than ever. But I realized something this stuff was ancient all of it I soon checked for Amanda but I didn't see her, but I soon jumped in joy realizing I had made my first archeological discovery and now to do some exploring around here. Lanterns lit it with an eerie glow, four futons were scattered across the room with fine carpeting and a book shelf with no it wasn't a bookshelf it was a… scrollshelf? It was packed to the millimeter with scrolls. I immediately went over to them and picked one up. It had a coin on the but of it and when I tried to open it the thing was sealed shut and would not open. I started crying, my first archaeological find and this is it a crappy room with sealed scrolls! Perfect what a great archaeologist I am, I soon stopped acting like a baby and got ready to leave the ancient room but something was in front of me…..