The Scythe of Doom
NOTES: This chapter is just a little teaser, the subsequent chapters should be longer. I will ignore any reviews that complain because 'slash is sick and wrong'. The only thing I find sick and wrong in the Xiaolin Showdown fandom is the amount of crap written by nine year olds who think it's alright to post up a stupid story with errors as long as they point out that they can't spell and are too lazy to check their work. It's so hard to find the few good stories on this site when there is so much bad fiction. But there is some, so I don't mean to offend everyone with this bitchy note, just the few people who are stupid and self-aware. Phew, rant over. Oh, and for anyone who doesn't know (there must be someone, after all), a scythe is that thing that the Grim Reaper carries, you know? They used to use them in fields and stuff. And I just went on my profile for the first time in a while and oh my god! You have to reread the bloody guidelines weekly? Anyone else think this site is just a little too much some times? If it weren't for the fact that there are still a few good authors who only post here, I would leave. They seem to pick on so many small issues and totally ignore the fact that a bunch of kids are writing a bunch of crap that doesn't deserve reading. Okay, second rant over.
DISCLAIMER: The characters from the cartoon 'Xiaolin Showdown' are not my property. This story plot is from my own head and I have not read it anywhere else. No resemblance to anybody else's story is intended.
PAIRINGS: Rai/Jack, Kim/Rai, Clay/Jack
"But Dashi, the Scythe of Doom could be the answer to all our problems!"
The Grandmaster shook his head, otherwise ignoring the dragon, and staring fixedly at the sleek, small scythe on the table. It had a shiny onyx handle, and on the blade was a shimmering pattern of silver. The light from the nearby candle was reflected in it.
"If it was that great Dojo, would I really have called it the Scythe of Doom?"
The dragon's enthusiasm was dented slightly, and he settled on the table to get a closer look at the mysterious shen-gong-wu. He had to concede that it did look rather sinister.
"Why did you build it if it was so dangerous?"
"Because in a way, it is the answer to all our problems. But who is to say that we should answer all of our problems? And more importantly, how can we ensure that evil never gets its filthy hands on it? Can you imagine the carnage if Wuya was to have this wu in her possession?"
Dojo winced. Neither of them could take their eyes off of the scythe now, and they sat in deep contemplation. After quite some time, Dashi stood rigidly and lifted the Scythe.
"I'll go and bury it."
Dojo hovered up to Dashi's shoulder. "Well let's get right on it! Where we headed?"
Dashi brushed him away. "I will go alone."
And so it was that Dashi stood in what was known as the Realm of Nothingness, a title he never used around Dojo out of fear of being labelled melodramatic. He threw the Scythe of Doom to the barren earth, not bothering to bury it. Entry to this Realm required a wu, and people were unlikely to choose to stay here long. This place had long ago become little more than a dumping ground for harmful magic, things that were too dangerous to be kept on Earth. Dashi looked at the scythe one more time before activating the Portal of Void. He reminded himself of the perils of ambition when they are not tempered by common sense, then left the Scythe of Doom in the Realm of Nothingness.
Dramatic, yes. Effective? Only time would tell.
Sarkywoman: Have I peaked your interest? Do you want more? Am I a terrible hideous monster of a person who ought to die? In all cases but the latter, I want to know! Review!