Good day, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to my little uh, project.

I rated this M because I don't know how violent things are gonna get.

Anyway this is a lot different than everything else I write. But it is an idea that has been circling in my head for a while.

I want to upload it in epic chapters.

It's a story about what would have happened if before the whole series of Xiaolin Showdown started, the world was plunged into war and the world was left a crime ridden dystopia with four main villians each guarding one of the four main Shen Gong Wu that the Xiaolin Monks end up getting in correspondence to their element.

The chapters will probably get longer the more I write.


"Rembmber, young monk. There is still good in the world. You can bring it back out. Fulfill your destiny…"

Omi placed the bunch of dead, dried up flowers he managed to scrounge up on the lopsided, makeshift grave he had made. His small fists clenched as tears streamed down his face. If it wasn't for a small, green, scaly body wrapped around his arm, he would have collapsed right then and there, giving up all hope.

"Come on, kid. No more tears." Dojo soothed as he reached up, wiping away the salty water from the boy's face. "Master Fung left us with a chore. We have to honour it."

The bald monk turned around, staring hopelessly into the endless desert of death and clouds that used to once be called China. That's what Master Fung told him. He told his young apprentice about the vast lands of green, mountains, and fields that used to be a beautiful country.

But Omi never knew that China. The only China he knew was dirt and sand, dead trees, and destroyed buildings with dark clouds that never left. The China that his master found him abandoned in, and raised him, teaching him everything he knew to survive.

"I don't know if I can, Dojo. I mean, I didn't even get through my Wu Dai training. I'm….I'm not ready to go on a quest yet! Especially without….Master Fung."

"Kid, you have talent. I would know. I used to live with the greatest martial artist ever to live."

"You mean Master Dashi?" Dashi was an ancient master of martial arts, and one of the founders of a place called the Xiaolin temple. A place that Master Fung learned. The two had lived in the temple ruins. It was filled with old scrolls that taught everything from recipes to martial art moves to stories about mystical items, heroes, and villains. Omi spent many of his days reading the scrolls, learning about everything his brain was able to retain.

"Yeah. If Dashi was here today, he would be impressed." The dragon nudged his friend. "And hey. At least you're not alone. You have me!"

The encouragement helped. He wasn't alone, the young martial artist smiled as he pulled out a scroll from his red, tattered robes and opened it.

"Okay. Let's do this!

The ancient scroll was ripped and tattered, but still legible. There were many scrolls that talked about mystical items called Shen Gong Wu. They were created by the Great Master Dashi 1500 years ago. The items kept a harmony and balance in the world between the side of good and the side of evil, otherwise known as the Heylin side.

But fearing the power could one day fall into the wrong hands, Dashi scattered the Shen Gong Wu around the earth. One day they would activate, and four Xiaolin dragon warriors would harness the power of the four elements, Earth, Air, Water, and Fire in order to keep the items safe.

There was a problem though that no one expected. The world was plunged into a nuclear war. China was the largest causality, suffering heavy damage and mass death. In the midst of the war, four of the Shen Gong Wu had been found by beings with evil hearts and were being guarded so that they couldn't be used to restore the balance of good again.

Master Fung had told Omi all this, and gave his apprentice one scroll to keep. It was a map of the world, with X's on the locations of the four Xiaolin Dragons destined to protect the earth. On the side were pictures of the Shen Gong Wu that corresponded with each dragon.

One X was over a large mass that Master Fung called China. It was for Omi.

"You are the Xiaolin Dragon of the Water." The old man explained, coughing in between his sentence. It was days before his passing.

"The Water? How do you know?"

He set a glass of water in between him and his pupil.

"Focus your mind. Like we practiced."

Omi sat crossed legged. Dojo brought his master a cup with boiling water in it to drink.

"Master Fung, maybe you should lay down. You don't look…."

"Shhh." He silenced his green companion and pointed at Omi. The youth held his hands above his crossed knees, middle fingers touching thumbs.

"Now Omi, focus on the water. Envision it in your mind."

The boy thought about the glass of water and nothing else. It was just him, and the glass full of water.

"Now move the water."

Omi opened his eyes, confused.

"No don't open your eyes. Move the water in your mind. Move it out of the cup."

He closed his eyes again, picturing the water. It sat in front of him. He tried to picture it moving, but it wouldn't.

"Try harder, young one."

A bead of sweat dripped down his bald head. He was focusing so much he thought he was going to pass out. But he saw it. He saw the water slowly rise from the glass.

"Good. Now open your eyes."

Omi opened his eyes slowly. There, right between him and his mentor saw a ball of floating water. He jumped up, startled. The water came crashing down over the cup and onto the floor.

"The….the water moved!"

Master Fung stood up and smiled, patting his apprentice on the head.

"You are the Xiaolin Dragon of the Water. There are three more like you. The Dragon of the Wind, Dragon of Fire, and Dragon of the Earth. Your job will be to find them, find the Shen Gong Wu of your element, and return order back into the world."

"But…how will I know if I find them?"

"You'll know. Just like how I knew you..."

Omi pointed to the X closest to his.

"That X. Can you take me there?"

Dojo was a dragon. At first glance you couldn't tell him apart from a lizard. But Dojo could grow 50 times his size and fly. He hadn't flown much though since the war. It was dangerous for an unknown flying object to fly over countries. Anything caught in the air over China without authorization was shot down immediately. When China was defeated, Master Fung allowed Dojo to fly around China to collect food and resources. But he was never allowed out of the country.

"It's been a while since I've flown around the world." He said, half excited and half nervous. "But I can definitely take you there." Dojo changed his size and Omi hopped on the back of him. It was his first time flying on Dojo.

"Hang on kid, alright?"

The boy adjusted and grabbed on one of his ride's pointed ears. Dojo lifted off, keeping low first to let Omi adjust to the drastic pressure change, and gradually increased his altitude.

"So, do you know where we are going?" Omi yelled into the wind.

"Yup. First stop, Tokyo, Japan."


And who is from Tokyo? Anyone?

Comeon you watched the series. I know you did.