Alright then, I know I should be working on Dragon Heart rather than starting another fairly large story plan, but to be completely honest, the AP test, track, and drama related break I took from DH has sort of made me lose interest in it. I do still intend to finish it, it's all planned, I just don't know when it's going to get done. Probably mostly over the summer and stuff. Anyway, This is my new story. It's kind of sort of an AU, and I'm not going to give away too many details yet, but there will be OC use. Heavy OC use. Everybody gets their old (un)favorite snarky sorceress, plus new friends. The title's still a work in progress. I'm probably going to change it and am looking for suggestions because this one sucks mold. Now that all that's dealt with, on with the story!
Disclaimer: With AP tests out of the way, my drive for funny disclaimers is back! Or not depending on your view of me being funny. Now, Amendment 3 of the CSI guide book, section 7, subsection 413, appendix 42, subappendix 54, subsubappendix World Cup Soccer states that I own nothing unless the pig in a jar leaves Grissom's office. And there is another Amendment, you know the one, if you don't, then you've disappointed Sanders, that states that the pig must remain there at all times. Thusly, I own nothing.
Prologue
A cry of pain flew from his lips, only to be snatched away by the gale, and his body arched as the blade tore through his flesh. It drew away from his body, crimson blood and bronze metal flashing as lightning split the skies. The bronze of the spear head didn't shine like the eyes of its owner though. Those gleaming gold eyes shone with a dangerous light, a kind of bloodlust that he couldn't quite reconcile with Chase's human form. They were fiery draconian eyes, reveling in the hunt.
He fell to his knees clutching at his bleeding shoulder. He didn't know where they'd screwed up this time around. It should have been an easy Wu. In the grand scheme of things, the Euclid Measure wasn't in the least bit significant, unless anybody ever needed to prove that a triangle was, in fact, a triangle, in which case he figured that they had bigger problems than whatever reason they needed to know that in the first place. They'd just arrived on the mesa and everything went to hell in a handbasket.
Jack's bots must have gotten an upgrade, because they were keeping both the rest of the warriors and Dojo at bay without much of a struggle. Then Wuya and Chase got involved and everything just got worse. Whereas whenever they fought before, there was always a certain collectedness to Chase Young, now, he was a berserker out for blood. The storm wasn't helping either, what with the combined lightning and winds, winds he could not control, making it too difficult to fly away.
He caught a glimpse of the Wu in a flash of lightning. He thought he could still get to it before Chase, but he didn't know if it was even worth it. There was no way out though, nothing else to do but fight and hope that the Heylin would get bored with them. Although maybe if he could get the Wu, make a break for it in the next flash and take it, maybe it would draw the attacks off of the rest of the team.
Chase raised his blade above his head, mad laughter swallowed up by the boom of thunder, and prepared a final blow. His leg muscles tensed in preparation to leap out of the way, and just as the sorcerer swung the spear, he jumped away, blood still slipping through the fingers clutching at his wound.
He was so close to the Wu, there was no way he wasn't going to make it. Turning back for a moment, he saw the robots and the witch drawing away from his friends and running towards him. They were going to make it. The rest of them would be able to get away from here. Rain dripped from his waterlogged hair onto his face, running into his eyes and obscuring his vision. He didn't see the rocks before he tripped on them.
As he struck the ground, bloody shoulder first naturally, he let out another strangled groan and checked behind him again. The wave of robots was still far enough away, but he couldn't see Chase. That worried him more than anything else. So long as he could keep track of the sorcerer, he could more or less handle him. Without that factor, he was helpless.
With his good arm, he pulled himself towards the Wu, he could hear his friends crying out to him, but he ignored them. He needed to keep the villains occupied for as long as possible. A moving target was more of a threat to them than if he laid motionless on the ground. Finally, his fingers fell on the gold Measure, but before he could let out a sigh of relief, the Wu began to glow gold.
He glanced up and found himself staring into those bright gold dragon eyes. "Come now. You surely don't believe you can ever defeat me." He gave a subdued laugh, starkly contrasting the out of control madness of earlier. The bloodlust was still in his eyes though. "I challenge you to a Xiaolin Showdown. The game will be king of the mesa. My Changing Chopsticks for your Moby Morpher."
In the next few moments, the mesa was still and silent. He couldn't win this in his condition, but none of his friends was in any condition to take his place either. They couldn't afford to lose a powerful Wu like the Moby Morpher. Especially not to Chase. Hannibal had been bad enough.
More rain dripped into his face as he stared into the gold glow of the Wu. At the back of his mind, the vague notion that he was about to do something that none of them had ever done before formed, but didn't really register. It was the only viable course of action.
"No," he said, his voice quiet, but not yet defeated. Suddenly, the gold glow changed to white and filled his entire field of vision. He felt a vague sensation like something passing through him and heard a ringing in his ears, and then he was falling, falling through a field of white.
So, let me know what you think of this. Use that fracking snazzy new button. Seriously, that thing is just so snazzy. The sheer amount of snazz makes you want to press it and type stuff. You know you want to, so just do it. Give in to the snazz.