Hey there! This is Danni Strange; and this is my test chapter for a story a plan on developing. You must excuse any mary-sue-ness, as I haven't been able to develope my character yet. I do hope you like it, and I'd really like it if you guys out there could make suggestions for the story? Then everyone would have an input. Thanks a lot guys, PLEASE REVIEW!
Chase Young sat in the small cave, not far off the coast of the land he calls his own. A small tide pool stood between himself and the large, crystalised form infront of him. It was odd, he mused - running a hand through his hair - just how quickly it had all happened. Prince of Evil, though he was, hadn't even prepared him for what had followed after the Showdown. He scowled; mentally punishing himself for even letting the situation get as far as it did. If he hadn't, well, he'd probably not even be here. He would be tending to his warriors. Laughing at Spicer's every attempt of achievement. Keeping the annoying Witch at bay. Not sitting here like this. Not regretting his heart beating for the first time in thousands of years..
The temple was cast in a deep silence, the stone walls vibrating with the power the four figures were building. They stood each on one leg, the other bent up to their chest elegantly, their hands tracing the sky above them in union; eyes closed in complete concentration. The sun had set some time ago, and the first stars had begun to twinkle in the dim night, casting a glorious light across the training ground. The four figures fell into shadow, however, only noticable by the flashes of red sleeves as they moved with the invisable evening wind.
But, this movement was stopped suddenly. Each opened their eyes as they casted their gaze across to each other. They had formed a square, each looking at the other - A focus held on each one that diminished their otherwise cheerful attire. One moved slowly, and the others followed; keeping the balance that had formed around them. It was something one had to be there to experience. The complete energy radiating from the Warriors, the stars above them practically drifting into the right position that suited them, each footstep followed by another that kept the moment so tense, waiting for one to strike. There was a moment of expreme pressure amongst the group; each one standing on a bamboo stick, gently moving from one to another. So it was no wonder they didn't noticed the faint footsteps coming up on their right.
" Oh Young dragons...?"
It was Kimiko who struck first. Propelling herself from her right foot, she turned elegantly in the air, calling;
" Judolette Flip, Fire! "
A magnificent red fire was flicked up with the Young dragon, followed by her fall - in which she kicked the element in three different directions. The others responded almost immidiately; the first cry of three echoeing off the temple walls.
" Typhoon Boom, Wind! "
The sound of two hands hitting together was drowned by the rush of wind that roared through the bamboo shafts, blasting her fire in an upwards spiral, leaving the other two molten balls hurling at his competitors, jumping lightly to another stick; calming himself to keep balance. The lightest of coughs was, well, not heard in this case, as the same voice called up to the Four.
" Young Ones..?"
The largest of the four acted next; doing nothing more than lifting his foot into the air; jumping and slamming back down onto his bamboo stick; causing it to crack and crumble towards the floor - followed with a deep, calmed cry of,
" Seismic Kick, Earth! "
There was a deep rumbling as the stone under them shifted and broke; followed by the large one bouncing back up into view; holding his hat as a large stone melded to his feet. He moved so agile for such a large weight he must be carrying from the stone and rock; however, he bent his knees up; and the molton ball of Kimiko's making collided with the make-shift shield loudly; embers flying off at every direction.
" Yee'haw!" Cried the Large one; laughing to himself as he landed.
Meanwhile; the smallest of them all was balanced on one foot; and had not moved since the first strike. He opened his eyes; and pulled an Orb from behind him. it was small and blue; and somehow glittered in the Dim light. He seemed to grin to himself; before he held it out in his right hand.
" Orb of Tornami, Water!"
There was a silence as the orb opened, a sudden jet of water breaking the quiet that had formed; going straight through the fireball and then straight into Kimiko; who then fell off her bamboo shaft. A moment further passed; and Clay and Raimundo broke into a laughter that echoed across the grounds.
" Orb of Tornami!"
They gasped as two jets of water then hit them both; knocking them down as well. Omi began to laugh, which drowned out the spluttering of the others as they fought to get the dirt out of their mouths.
" Omi, we said no Shen Gon Wu!" Kimiko complained; glaring as she rung her hair out.
" No, You said no Shen Gon Wu!" Omi giggled down at them.
" Hey, Partner, thats just a low as Jack Spicer cleaning Wu Ya's toenails with a toothbrush." Clay commented; standing and adjusting his hat, before offering Kimiko a hand up.
" Ha, you are just all jealous I made you eat ground! "
Raimundo ran his hand down his face; calling back up to the little yellow one;
" That's "Eat Dirt"! "
" That too! "
Another small cough immediately got the attention of the four; as an elderly man in a robe stepped forward; a small, green dragon wrapped around his shoulders. He looked at each of them carefully before announcing;
" You can not expect your enemies to agree to the rules of your games. And so such is true with Showdowns. To defeat your enemies; you must sometimes think like them." Kimiko, Raimundo and Clay shared a glance; before shifting their gaze to the floor. Omi jumped from the shaft, landing lightly on his feet onfront of the others.
" Ah, yes! My Skills as a Dragon are Improving." He ran his hand across his large yellow head; smiling to himself befittingly.
" Easy Young Dragon, you are not without advice, either." Master Fung walked forward slightly, placing his hand on Omi's head. " You have won the challenge, but at the trust of your friends. A warrior must realise what is more important to him. And by extention, what side is best suited." Omi bit his lip, bowing his head repectfully.
" Oh Master Fung, I must appologise."
" It is alright, Young Dragon. I, indeed, have a surprise for you." Omi's eyes lit up, as he clung to Master Fung's leg.
" For me, Master?"
Master fung looked at each of them in turn, and the other dragons walked forward aswell.
" For Each of you." He glanced behind him, as a form emerged slowly from the shadows. It was a girl, not much older or younger than Kimiko, with blonde hair that was adorned with flecks of black that framed her face. She carried a rucksack by her side; and her crimson robe fluttered slightly in the breeze. She smiled lightly; pale skin set almost out of place by dark eyes.
" This," Continued Master Fung, " Is Alina Swift."
Alina waved slowly; casting a worried glance at the others; slowly sinking back into the wall as their confused gazes cast into her.
" Xiaolin Dragon of Lightning."
Raimundo, Clay and Kimiko stared open mouthed at Master Fung, before Omi broke the Silence.
" Another one?"
" Indeed, Young Monk. I have intrusted you four with an important task. Teach her well, and she will benefit the Xiaolin side, as well as your friendship with each other." The small yellow Omi stepped forward; causing a step backward from Alina.
" I am Omi, and I shall teach you the way of the Xiaolin Dragon." He cast a fighting stance, 9 little dots appearing on his large forehead.
" Oh...a-ah..Thanks..?" Alina stuttered, clutching her bag tighter.
" Dont mind Cue-ball here." Raimundo said, pressing forward. He ruffled his own brown hair; droplets of water falling gently over his face. " Raimundo. Pleased to meet 'ya." Alina smiled in relief, nodding shyly in response. At least everyone wasn't Monk-Like all the time. The dark haired girl stepped into her sight, before she gasped at the base-ball cap charm on her bag.
" Goo-Zombies!" She squealed, jumping forward to admire it. Alina grinned lopsiddedly, flicking her hair.
" Number fourteen in the League back in England."
Omi stuck his head through the gap between Raimundo and Kimiko's legs; bright-eyed.
" England?"
Alina smiled lightly, nodding.
" Yeah, my Grandpa owns a Martial Arts club back in London. He knew Master Fung here from years ago."
" Well, May I say it's a mighty nice pleasure to meet you, Miss Swift." Clay smiled, in his heavy Texas accent, tilting his hat in greeting. Alina stood silent for a moment, confused. Before she shook her head.
" What did he say...?" She asked innocently. Kimiko grinned, taking her arm. Alina stumbled slightly, blinking at the sudden action.
" That's Clay, you'll get used to him eventually."
Master Fung coughed once more, causing them all to look in his direction.
"It's getting late Young Dragons... You should get some rest, if tomorrow will be as draining as I believe it will be.."
The Dragons in Training all shared a look of complete understanding. When Master Fung said it was going to be hard, it was usually going to be hard...