Well, here it is, my first story. Please feel free to review. I do not own any of this, except for Lucas. Now, Enjoy.

Xiaolin Apprentice, Heylin Master

A motorcycle rode through the desert. It held one rider, a teenage boy, wearing a simple brown cloak with a hood. Under the hood, he had short brown hair, and deep blue eyes. His parents were both native-born Germans, but he was born and raised in New York. He was in the desert now, following a map that he found in the attic of his house. It described magical objects, known as Shen Gong Wu, and also depicted a story about a warrior named Dashi, who battled and defeated a Heylin Witch named Wuya, but most important to the boy right now, was the map. It was a map his father found, that led to a great treasure, known as the Treasure of the Blind Swordsman.

The boy looked ahead, and saw a cave. The map seemed to point to that. The last three days had been tiring, so he wanted to get this over with. He checked his right hip and his back, to make sure his knife and large two shuriken were still there, and then he entered the cave.

The cave was dark, wet, and gloomy. Besides that, there was nothing special about it. As he went down further, he noticed a small, light blue stick. It looked up at him, as if begging him to take the stick and leave. He patted it on the head and said, "No, I can't take you. You are needed for someone else." He knew that four dragons would find these objects, but he was not a dragon, and he did not need these. He needed what was after these. He saw a dead end, so he figured the treasure was under this. Pulling the two shuriken off of his back, he threw them into the ground. Then he pulled out his knife, and stabbed it into the ground. The floor collapsed, and he found himself in a room with a sparkling chest in it. As he looked around, he saw an old man. He asked him, "Hey, old man. Are you the Blind Swordsman?"

The man was facing his right, but at the sound of the boy's voice, the man faced away and said,

"No, I am the guardian of the treasure."

"I'm over here"

The guardian turned around to face him. "Do you think highly of yourself because you can see? Well, I do not. Anyone who wants the treasure must defeat me in five moves. But first, what is your name?"

"My name is Lucas Dunstan. First Move!"

He threw one of his shuriken at the man. The man jumped back, and the star curved back to Lucas.

"Move Two!, wait a minute. Hey Guys, when did you get here?" The old man turned around in surprise.

"Move Three!" Lucas dashed forward, and kneed the man in the chest. He went flying into the adjoining wall.

"Sorry", said Lucas as he helped the old man get up.

"Very good", the old man replied, "now go to the chest."

Lucas stepped up to the chest and opened it. There was a bright light and the spirit of the Blind Swordsman appeared. "Hello, I am the Blind Swordsman. What would like from me?"

Lucas answered, "I only want two things: a weapon, and a future."

"I cannot give you a future, but I can tell you what I know. You already have a great future ahead. I will point you ahead. Follow your weapon to the Hawks Talons, a Shen Gong Wu. Now for your weapon." There was a bright flash of light that lasted for a few seconds. Then Lucas was holding a sword.

It was not a normal sword. Its hilt looked like a typical katana, but the blade was fashioned like a wing of a dragon's wing"

"It is called the Dragons Wing Blade. You will learn more about it as you converse with its spirit. Now, whenever you need me, I will be back here for you if you ever need me for anything."

There was a flash of light, and Lucas was returned to the surface, with his motorcycle.