AUTHOR'S NOTES: Hi there! It's been a long time since I actually write a fanfic. I don't when was the last time I actually wrote one. ^^; This is also actually one of my XS fanfics, which is ALSO one of my first parody fics. Hehe, hitting two birds with one stone, right? XD

After hearing that a new season of Xiaolin Showdown is coming out (now known as Xiaolin Chronicles) I got so excited that I type away on the laptop and just let my feeling pour out. XD I dunno how Tangled got involved in here-I just read a Tangled Parody fic of another media, so decided to make a XS x Tangled parody, and I said "Why the hell not?"

Anyways, hope you like it, and happy reading! :D

Prologue

This is the story on how the savvy young man named Raimundo Pedrosa died.

Don't panic! This isn't exactly a tragedy at all, and is in fact rather amusing. Also, this story isn't even about him. This story centers on a girl named Kimiko.

And it all started with a prophecy.

Once upon a time, there was once an empress who craved for unimaginable power. She was actually a very attractive woman who can pretty much get away with anything with just her charm alone. Oh, and she was once actually the most powerful being in the world, and thus, would do anything to quench her thirst for power.

This selfish gluttony led to a Great War within her kingdom. A young monk, who goes by the name Dashi, rebelled against the malicious queen and swore to free the citizens from the bonds of her tyranny.

Empress Wuya, who won't let anything or anyone stand between her from her conquest for power, reacted to his rebellion, and challenged him to a showdown.

As fate would have it, the empress crippled in defeat. The young monk pointed his spear to the fallen queen, hoping for a revelation. The empress took no heed to his mercy and was prepared to strike him again when Dashi brought out a magical box out of nowehere, forcing the all-powerful queen to be sucked into a realm of the unknown.

The whole kingdom burst into an loud applause, congratulating the young monk who saved them all. They all thought everything has calmed down and peace had reign over.

They were wrong.

A millenium and a half later Empress Wuya, now just an intangible malevolent spirit, managed to break out from her post-eternal prison. The lost empress had lost control over herself, and was seeking revenge. She went back to the castle, where a new Emperor had taken her place. As she was about to plan her comeback, she saw a sweet-looking infant sleeping peacefully in her flower-embroided crib. Without hesitation, the ghost snatched the baby with whatever available spell she could muster to carry her, in contrast to her current state, and escape as quickly as possible just when the old successor of the throne, Emperor Fung, caught a glimpse of the crying baby being snatched away in the night.

The Emperor sent many skilled warriors, men and women alike, to search for the missing infant, who happens to be the future Dragon Warrior of Fire and the daughter of the late queen. He ordered the warriors to search for the lost princess and bring her back home safely, but nobody had come back with the baby in hand.

Deep into the depths of the forest, filled with beasts of every shape and size, Wuya raised the child as her own. Blessed with smooth porcelain skin, glossy black hair, and eyes so blue it matched the very hue of the perfect blue sky itself, the little girl was like a golden ticket for Wuya. It didn't take long for her to make a spell, in a form of a song, that can transform her translucent, wispy form back into her glorified human body, just by singing the spell to the child.

"Fire, glare and glow," the woman softly sings to the little girl as she combed her luscious black hair with her fingers. "Let your magic shine. Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine...Bring forth your power, change what has been done...Bring back what once was mine..." Wuya smiled contentedly as she can feel the full transformation taking place. "What once was mine..." the woman smiled when she saw her her beautiful and voluptuous form come back to her once more.

As the girl listened to her mother figure singing , she asked her in a quiet but sweet voice, "Mommy, why am I not allowed to go outside?"

Wuya stopped combing her hair and recollected her thoughts. She really didn't know the reason in the first place; she just knew that she had the urge that she had to. She replied instead with a different answer as she continued combing the girl's hair. "The world outside is a cruel and dark place. If you leave, where would you go? There are full of horrible, dangerous and selfish people who will never care for you or even want to look at you. Here, I keep you well fed and warm from the cold, heartless people outside. There is no reason for you to leave, and if you do, who knows what will happen to you? I am keeping you here for your own safety. Do you understand?"

The poor little girl sadly nodded because, somehow, what she had said was right. "Yes, mother..."

The concrete walls of the ancient tower, and the trees that hide everything else so well, still couldn't keep everything for the outside world out of sight. Every year on the birthday of the stolen princess, the elder emperor would throw hundreds of thousands of ink-drawn drawings into the midnight wind, hoping that one day the lost princess will somehow find a piece of it and make it back to the kingdom, back to her home.

Even though collecting the odd drawings became an annual ritual to her, she could not decipher its meaning nor its message at all. Her mother figure dismissed them as rubbish and insisted her to throw them away, but the girl instead hang them over around the walls of her room, to at least make some life out of her dull bedroom.

So what do you think? R&R please! ^^