peachpit: I am a new fan of Xiaolin Showdown, so please forgive me if I get anything wrong with the storyline. My fan character, Maria Lentini, is the Dragon of Metal. She is very shy, very timid, and not very strong at all...sorry if she seems boring, but I wrote this mostly for my own ammusment. Thanks.
Even now I canrecall my first day of being a Xiaolin Apprentice as if it were yesterday. After having won the battle with the evil boy genius I had been introduced to as Jack Spicer, I had hesitantly accepted the position of becoming part of the team. I myself was less than enthusiastic, for I found the sort of work that came with the responsibilities were not exactly my "cup of tea". However, the others seemed slightly more fervent on the idea, that all my doubts slowly vanished.
I had been introduced to my new teacher, a man they called Master Fung, as soon as we had arrived to the Xiaolin Temple later that day. I had been urged by Omi to make haste with getting my belongings, and I would have hated to have them all wait on my expense. The ride to the Temple was…very hard to explain. But, to put it simply,I had never been so terrified in my entire life. I found myself clinging, petrified, to our scaly transportation for dear life the entire way.
Master Fung greeted me most kindly, and I couldn't help but sense an aura of peace around him. As nervous as I was, I tried not to forget my manners and greeted him with a quivering "how-do-you-do" and a handshake. He had smiled and bowed in a traditional Chinese-type-manner.
To my luck, I was escorted around the Temple grounds by none other than Omi, who had seemed honored to be given such a simple task. He instructed me to follow and began pointing out the Temple grounds in a rather matter-of-fact approach. I just smiled slightly and nodded whenever he turned his large yellow head around to see if I was still listening.
All in all, the Temple itself was, to put lightly, amazing. I couldn't help but find myself marveling at the architectural design rather than the simpler purposes of the room Omi had been pointing out. Reading about historical Chinese Temples was already a hobby of mine, as was reading about anything historical, but seeing something this grand in person was a real treat for me.
Which is when I reminded myself that this place would, indeed, be my home from now on. Omi told me where my living quarters would be, and I must say, I was less than enthusiastic on the living space provided. Over a short time, however, I grew to overlook the small space and thought of it to be rather cozy. There was just enough room to put up shelves for all my favorite reading material, and that was enough for me.
By the time I had been shown to my sleeping quarters, it was beginning to grow late. I was instructed to get some sleep and unpack in the morning. I nodded before making my way to the restroom. I had slipped on a large T-shirt and some flannel pants, brushed my teeth, and combed out my short hair before stepping barefooted on the cold wooden hallway floor.
It was dark, and that being one of my many childish phobias, I slipped silently but quickly as I could to my sleeping accommodations. The others were already assumed to be sleeping, so I awkwardly climbed into my futon. Plopping my head onto my pillow, I lied there for what seemed like hours. It was my first night in this place, my first night away from my home.
My first night of my new life was the loneliest one I had ever had.
peachpit: This 'tis but the prologue. Stay tuned for more of my idiocy. Reviews are nice...