I'm surprised that I'm the first to come up with this. The first part is a tragic love story, the rest is a xiaolin showdown. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own neither of these.
Jake and friends carried boxes around his grandfather's shop. Well, Jake and Trixie were. Spud and fu dog were tossing potato chips at each other from across the room. Jake's grandfather walks into the room, snatching a chip from the air. Spud and fu dog groan.
"a lazy soul rots the bones. Please get to work." his grandfather orders.
Fu dog leans back in his chair, "I'm supervising."
Spud stretches and picks up a small box. After putting it back down he turns to the old man, "I was wondering, who was the first shifting dragon?"
Jake and Trixie look at him, curious. They sit in a semi-circle as he sighs, "over a thousand years ago a great warrior named Chase Young was tempted with power and he accepted. The soup twisted his soul, making him the most evil creature in the world. He could change from man to dragon as he chose but not without a price."
"wait, soup started it?" Trixie asks.
Fu dog jumps from his seat, "not just any soup, Lao Mang Lone soup. A terrible potion made from other magic dragons that turns you into a horrible immortal beast. But you need to eat it once a week to maintain your human form and keep from losing control, destroying everything."
"so, he's still around?" Spud asks.
"yes, and pray you never meet him." fu dog shivers.
"are you all related to him?" Trixie asks, wondering.
"yes, " grandfather says sadly, "it is a tragic story."
Jake and friends scoot closer.
He begins, "centuries ago there had been a great war...
Chase Young stood in his beast form at the window. Watching the approaching elfin army. His general looks up at him, awaiting orders. He growls, "prepare your men, have them form behind me."
the tiger nods his head and growls commands at his troops.
Chase goes outside and stares down the enemy. The groups charge at the roar of the lions. Carnage happens as the armies clash, blood and flesh being tossed aside. In the middle of the fight the commander of the armies face off. His claws scrape at the enemy's armor. The solder swings their double ended spear, barely scratching his scales. He knocks them down with a well placed kick. He flips them over and her helmet drops off, revealing a beautiful face. He stops with his claws ready to strike, staring. Her eyes pop open and she slices at his face, drawing blood. He releases her in shock and she double kicks him away. He crashes to his back and rolls out of the way of her attack. She stabs the ground with her spear. He knocks her over with a swift kick. He stands and looks around. He looks down at her, growling, "surrender. Your army has fallen."
she looks around and sees less then thirty of her men. She stands and bows to him, "I have no choice. I surrender."
he roars and his cats run to his side. Her men collect around her.
"as you are the victor I now must do as you command. Do as you please." she says.
"take the men who can walk and go home. Those who cannot, but survive are mine."
she seemed surprised at this honorable but strange decree, "it is done." she pauses as he turns away, "how do you know I shall not return with a larger force?"
he looks over his shoulder, "if you have any honor, you will not."
she nods and returns home. His cats drag the survivors inside.
He rubs the scratch on his cheek, wondering how, when others could not. Did his guard fall that far? He pets his attendant, a leopard who licks his hand. He releases her form and she shifts into a thirteen year old Asian girl. She looks surprised at his wound, "did someone cut you?"
"yes, but it will heal." he assures her.
She nods, "let me clean it." she wipes his face with a damp rag, "was it a magic blade?"
"I do not think so."
"do you want to talk about it master?"
he tells her what had happened.
She tries to hide her smile.
"Why are you smiling?" he glares at her, suspicious.
"it sounds like you like her." she giggles.
"no, I was merely caught off balance. Women do not normally fight." he brushes off her statement.
"doesn't make it any less true." she smirks.
he rolls his eyes, "are you done?"
"yes master."
he turns her back into a leopard and she leaves, flicking her tail. He stares at his reflection and considers her words.
Several weeks later he wanders into the elven kingdom. The only visible distinction between him and the people being his eyes and armor. He buys a fruit and wanders about, studying his surroundings. The king, his two daughters, his four sons and his seven huntsmen ride past on powerful horses. He recognizes the stunning beauty from the battle and catches himself staring. He mumbles to himself as she passes, "no, no, I feel nothing. It is merely a fluttering thought. I cannot." he leaves the city, following the hunting party's trail. He shifts to his dragon form and runs toward his home.
A huntsman points to the left, "there! I hear something!"
Princess Sapphire turns and sees the shape of the honorable beast from the battle. Before she could stop him, the hunter notched an arrow and let it fly. It hits and the beast falls. She jumps from her horse and runs to it. It was a handsome, dark haired man, dazed but unharmed. The others come up behind her and he stands up.
The hunter who shot him apologizes, "I am sorry sir, I thought you were a beast. It is not safe in these woods at this hour."
"I am quite used to it." he replies nonchalantly.
Something about this man's voice and eyes seemed familiar. She helps him up, "I shall take you to the palace so our healers may check the damage. The rest of you may continue the hunt. I will see you at dusk." she climbs on her horse and pulls him up behind her. He wraps his arms around her and they ride to the castle.
After the healers declared nothing wrong with him, she takes him to a spare bedroom. "you may freshen up here, then wander the grounds. I will be in the garden, we may talk there." she leaves.
He does as she suggested. He finds her sitting next to a fountain. She looks up from an affectionate cat and his heart beats faster. Her eyes lock onto his, but she had a hint of suspicion behind them. She moves so the fountain is between them.
He smiles, "the problem with elven cities is that everything looks like a garden."
"It doesn't bother me. Tell me, who are you?" she swirls the water with her finger.
"Chase Young. What is your name?" he steps close enough for his reflection to hit the water.
She glances at it, gasping. It shows him with the dragon overlapping the image. He looks down at it and sighs.
"you are the honorable beast I fought. Why are you here?" anger leaks through her calm elvish exterior.
"as we fought your helmet fell off and I was struck by your beauty. That is why your life was spared. I have come to convince myself that it was only a reaction and I have no true feeling for you."
she blinks surprised, "have you succeeded?"
He plucks a white rose, "no, I have found that you are more beautiful than my first impression." he hands it to her.
She accepts and blushes. Then a thought occurs, "are you not truly evil?"
"evil is a choice. If you are worth it, I shall choose to leave it." he bows and leaves the garden.
She smiles at the gesture, then tells her father everything upon his return.
Over the year their love grew deeper, marrying in a beautiful ceremony. A problem arose soon after. He sits quietly in the garden, worry coating his face. She walks up to him, "what is wrong?"
"to keep my human form I must drink my soup but I am running low. To make more I must do a great evil. I need cook an eastern dragon."
she sits next to him, "can you find a dead one and use it?"
"no, it must be cooked alive." he buries his face in his hands.
"perhaps we could make a substitute?"
"I do not know."
she rubs his shoulder, "I will talk with my healers. We will find a solution."
he agrees.
The healers find a possible solution, a potion with a similar base.
It works...
...for a while.
Two years later a boy was born to them. Andrew, a six pound pile of tears, almost non-stop crying. That didn't stop them from loving him. Chase feared holding the child, for he could feel the potion losing power.
Weeks later; Sapphire walks in to their washroom to find Chase convulsing on the floor. She drops to his side and yells for his attendant. He shifts between forms. The girl runs in and stops, staring. She leans down but he shoos them away feebly. He whispers hoarsely, "I can't hold it back, run."
his wife shakes her head, "no, I will help you."
"I said run!" he growls, loosing the beast.
She jumps back, attempting to move. The girl pulls her up and they back up. He grows bigger, shedding all traces of human. Wings sprout from his back and he roars at him. He looks at them, without recognition. The danger sends them flying from the room. They run to the baby's room, locking the door. The princess pulls the boy from his crib and shoves him into the girl's arms. "take Andrew away from here, I will hold him off. Warn the people. Go!" she grabs a sword from the wall as massive claws shred through the barrier.
The girl obeys, running out through a secret tunnel. She leaves the castle, yelling to the people. "run! The master is attacking!"
the people panic when Chase bursts from the wall and pounces on the nearest target. Flames burst from his mouth towards the city. The girl is nearly trampled as the people flee. The boy in her arms lets out a fearful squeak, drawing the creature's attention. He follows closely as she ran with the boy, destroying everything in his way. Several spears thrown at his side pull his focus away, allowing her to escape. She ignores the painful screams of the slaughtered men, running deep into the forest.
In the sky, a wrinkled bean sitting atop a bird watched the chaos gleefully. The flames rose higher as the city fell. "those poor things, didn't know what they got 'em selves into." he mocks sympathy. He smiles, "all according to plan." he follows the monster as it leaves its work. It sees his bird above it and snaps at him. He flies ahead to a clearing where sat a pot of soup. The dragon stops and sniffs it, the steam bringing back his senses. He looks at his claws, glistening with blood. Fear of his actions clouds his face. Hannibal bean smiles evilly at him, "you've chosen this path and you can't go back."
Chase runs back to the castle, fighting his way through the flames. He looks in the room he had burst out of. He finds his dead wife, slash marks deep in her chest. He searches for Andrew but finds nothing. Hoping for his escape, he turns back to his warrior princess and mourns her. Deep and loud. He heads back, glaring at the pleased bean. With every sip the dragon fades, until only Chase Young was left.
"...after the dead were buried the elves rebuilt. They then raised the boy and his offspring as protectors of legends." Jake's grandfather finishes.
"so deep man. So sad." Spud comments.
Grandfather nods, "yes, but now we must work. Story time is over."
everyone else groans.
This is the longest chapter in any story I've written on here. Also one of my better ones. Reviews are welcome.