I do not own the show Jackie Chan adventures or any of the characters that are on the show save for only my oc's that aside lets begin.

Episode 1

The Dragon Enters

In an antique shop, a 13 year old boy was wandering through the store looking at all the items. Statues, books, even jewelry covered the shelves, all ancient and worth hundreds. Many of them had collected dust over the years, or had stopped working, yet that didn't stop them from taking their places on the shop's shelves.

''Is there something you would like?" asked a voice.

The boy turned around to see a bold old man with big bushy eyebrows, dressed in a orange and yellow Chinese kimono, and with a big smile on his face. His arms were folded in the long sleeves of his outfit, completing the classic stereotype of "Chinese wizard".

(F.Y.I., it is the old man from an episode of Jackie Chan adventures, who sold Jackie a puppet with the evil monkey king in it.)

''I'm sorry," said the boy solemnly, ''I just don't know, I don't have much." The boy had taken 100$ from his mom, and he hid most of it in his shoes. Who knows why he took the money in the first place, nevertheless gone to an antique shop to spend it.

''Well!" said the man happily, "Despite that, I think I have something for you."

The old man then went to a dusty wooden cupboard, opened it, and took out an ancient Chinese sword in it's sheath.

''This, I feel, is for you. And for you, only 20$," said the smiling elderly man, holding it out in front of the boy.

''Are you sure?" asked the boy, impressed by the craftsmanship of the sword, "This seems like its a very good piece from China."

''Of course!" said the old man with a big smile, "You are right, you have a sharp eye, and I feel this sword is for you. Take it, I insist."

''Okay, and thank you sir!" said the boy happily, "By the way, my name's Kaj Jone."

''Very well, Kaj!" said the cheerful old man, as the boy payed for the sword. "Take it, it's yours," he said, as Kaj carefully took it out of the man's hands. When he left, the old man bore a sly smile and said ''It always was, and so is what is attached to it." He looked at the calender, "Soon, the stars will align, and then it shall begin." said the old man.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town.

It was at the dead of night, the moon and stars hanging high in the sky. Jackie and the others were star gazing, despite the city's lights hiding many of the less bright stars.

"And that is Ursa Major, more commonly referred to as The Big Dipper," said Jackie looking at the aforementioned constellation.

"Incoming!" said Jade, as Jackie turned the telescope, and Jade burped into the lens. The young girl's breath caused the lens to fog up, causing a temporary blindness to the one looking through it. Sadly, the one happened to be Jackie.

''Auugh, Jade." chided Jackie, disgusted by the girl's somewhat vulgar action.

Tohru, on the other hand, was giggling like a Japanese schoolgirl, barely able to hold back from laughing inappropriately. Too bad Jackie heard it anyways.

''Please, Tohru, do not encourage her," said Jackie, as Tohru burped and kept laughing, even harder this time.

"Aiyeee-aaah!" yelled the always cranky Uncle "Jade's belly breeze is not important. Alignment of stars reveal that now is very good time for very bad chi." He looked at the stars through the telescope, taking note of every alignment.

Kej made it home, and he was lucky no one was there. He entered through the front door, and found a letter,

''Dear Kej,

Your little brother has just made it to the finals in the music contest he entered. We are going to be gone for a while, we left some money for you in the kitchen, on the counter for the weekend. Please take care, mom and dad.''

Kej just ripped the paper up, and tossed it over his shoulder. It missed the trashcan by a mile, but he didn't care.

''It's all ways is that little pest who has the luck. I try to be good, I try, I do, but what do I get? Ignored, forgotten, picked on, and abandoned," he brooded, as he put his sword down, and turned on the TV. There was a man on the news, talking about a group of stars that was just seconds away from coming to alignment. After a few seconds, the stars aligned, and the sword glowed with a golden light, and started to remove itself a bit from the sheath.

''What in the...?" asked Kej as he picked up the sword. As soon as he did, a burst of fiery energy burst from the sword. It shifted into the shape of a Chinese dragon, and flew into his chest. A huge wave of pain pulsated through him, sending him to his knees.

''Duaaagh," he went, as he felt his head pound, and his stomach weaken.

''What is happening to me?" he asked, receiving an answer with an extra wave of pain. He looked to his hands, watching helplessly as they turned to claws, and covered themselves in swampy green scales. His arms and body followed soon after. With a pain in his lower back, a long reptilian tail sprouted from his once useless tailbone.

"What is happening?" he asked, panicked, as he tried to get up. He looked at the intricate sheath, and on it was a white business card, with the store's number on it. He raced to the homephone, and called the number. Dialing was made more difficult with claws, he noted.

"Hello," answered the old man, his voice even and unsurprised.

''This is Kej," the boy said, anger boiling in his changing voice, "Remember me?"

''Ah yes," said the old man knowingly, "I see you have found the bonus the sword had. Have you ever heard of the Eight Immortals of China? Well, that was their leader's sword, I believe his name was Lu Dongbin. Long ago, the Eight Immortals had defeated a group of demon sorcerers, each with a classic Chinese element. Lu Dongbin had defeated the demon of fire, Shendu, with that very sword. In the process, it sealed some of the dragon's power within it."

''Do not worry," assured the old man, "Soon it will be over, as for what happens to you, or who or what is born from you afterwards, I don't know. Goodbye," he then, rudely and abruptly, hung up.

''My body..." muttered Kej, as he blacked out.

Two days later.

Kej's parents and little brother came back, their ten year old sedan's engine groaning as they parked in the driveway. They couldn't see the inside of their house, as the blinds were closed, and the curtains drawn. This worried the family, as they normally don't see Kej do that without reason.

''I hope he is okay," said his father, Mr Jone, worriedly.

''Oh, he probably is," said Kej's little brother, "He likes being alone, doesn't he?"

''Maybe, but I wish he would spend more time with the family," responded Mrs Jone.

''Oh my god," groaned Mr Jone, slapping his hand onto his face, "I promised him we would have some fun, but I forgot."

''You always do," scolded his wife, "No wonder he likes to be alone.''

''I know," he said, sighing, "but no there is no excuse. I need to be a better father. He is my first born, so I should spend some time with him. I know, tomorrow is a holiday, we can spend it together."

They soon entered their home. The place was dark, and it seemed eerily quiet. Everything looked mostly untouched and unkempt, probably from Kej neglecting his chores. This was a bit unusual, seeing as even the boy did not like living in a mess, and it added to the building worry for his family.

''Kej?" called out Mr Jone, looking for his son.

''He is probably upstairs," said Mrs Jone. As soon as she said that, muffled crashing and breaking sounds resonated from upstairs, followed by a monstrous roar.

''Kej!" shouted his family in simultaneous worry. As they went up, they found the second floor almost destroyed. Broken furniture littered the ground, tear marks in the carpeting, and they saw gigantic gashes into the walls, revealing pipes and insulation.

''Kej!" called out Mr Jone, "Oh my god, are you okay?!" he said, as they reached his room. When the father grabbed the door's handle, the door came off its hinges and into them. From the doorframe came a green-scaled humanoid dragon, with black pants, and a black opened short sleeved jacket. He had to be at least as big or nearly just as big as Shendu.

''Well, well, well," chuckled the beast, "Look who finally came home." Oddly enough, it spoke in a slightly familiar voice, hidden by demonic undertones and a malicious tone.

''Kej?" whispered his dad, shocked and terrified at what he saw. He could hardly believe that his son, his firstborn child, had become this...monster.

''Yes and no," said the creature as he explained things, "You see, I have absorbed the essence of an ancient demon, who was sealed away by one of the Eight Immortals of China, thousands of years ago. His powerful life force has given me this new form, and despite the rather painful transformation, the powers I now poses make it all well worth it."

''Oh my god," said Mrs Jone, almost in tears. "It's okay, baby," she said, as she got up, ''It will be okay."

''That is right," said Kej, "It will, because I'm leaving, and you are all going to die." he said maliciously. Suddenly, he smashed the house's walls apart, and went through a hole in the roof he made, via fiery eye blast. He then used his new power of levitiation to lift up into the air.

''Ah," he breathed in deeply, "Fresh air.'' He lifted up his hand carelessly, using his powers to lift his family up. They squirmed from his telekinetic grip, helplessly flailing into the air.

''So sorry," he said insincerely, "but you see, I'm starting a new life, and I need to get rid of anyone who knows who I was before my transformation."

''Kej," cried Mrs Jone "don't.''

''There is no more Kej. Not any more. Now there is only Dragone," he said, as he clawed her across her face, causing her to scream. "Y es there is only Dragone," he said as he breathed fire at them. This caused third degree burns across their upper bodies, sending waves of fiery pain into their flesh. To quicken their fates, he used his sharp claws to leave large, deep gashes in the very areas that they were burnt. Letting go of their bodies, via telekinesis, he sent them all falling to their deaths. That is, if they were not already dead. He didn't care either way they were done for.

The entire time, he laughed viciously, he did not a single drop of remorse or sorrow for his fallen family. Taking one last glance to the burnt, eviscerated, and flattened bodies of his late family, he gave a evil sickening grin proud of what he had done. He took off into the night, not looking back to his childhood home. Nor did he care.

A/N: the first part is now done please review.

note: To anyone who's reading this for the first time. Myzor has requested, please leave your opinions in a review. Also I need a beta reader who can help make my chapters better.