Author's Note: I had this story in my head for about two years, I never had time to sit down and finish it though or even start it. Since I've been less busy now and days and thanks to my beta Sonata Raye here goes nothing.

In an old, worn down hut in the valley of the Imoogis, and through ash covered mountains- known by many dragons, lived an old dragon caretaker and his grandson. The grandson was more of a temporary resident though. The two come from a long line of ancient dragon caretakers, a group that has been declining quickly through the years. They were known for caring for orphaned dragon eggs, and defending them from evil warriors that dare trespass dragon territory. But the warriors have been growing strong, and a mighty group of caretakers had been wiped out. Soon the dragons came to notice, but it was too late; several eggs have been stolen and a small number of the caretakers have been left barely alive.

As the dragons set out to save the eggs and avenge the slain caretakers, the caretakers who were still left alive used their magic to open portals. These portals were meant to send eggs with newborn dragons out to different dimensions, protecting them from the evil dragon slaying warriors, but one group of warriors entered a portal. As they entered, they were met by a master warrior, his name was Grand Master Dashi. The Xiaolin Master was not prepared for what was happening, until he saw one of the warriors kill an infant dragon. He attacked the murderers and made them flee back into the portal. A mother dragon with her child (who were able to speak), came through the portal, into the dimension. She explained what was happening to Master Dashi, and the kind warrior gladly accepted the dragon eggs and infants. He became friends with the child dragon named Dojo. Until that day, dragons were seen throughout the many dimensions.

"Child," the grandfather said. "it is now the time for a chosen one to step up." "What are you talkin' about gramps?" the boy said bottle feeding a newborn hatchling dragon. "Fifteen hundred years ago, or maybe a bit more, there was a war." The old man coughed, "There has been a prophecy that a dimension, in which our ancestors sent dragons to…has had a great decline of them." The old man licked his dry lips. "It has been said that a chosen one will be sent there to prosper the dragon race." The boy rose a brow at that statement, "Gramps that's just crazy, there is no such thing as, other dimensions and the great dragon war?" he shook his head at his grandfather in shame. So the grandfather-

"Dojo!" Raimundo snapped.

"What, what?" Dojo said in defense looking at everyone.

"You said you had something important to tell us, not read us a bedtime story!" Kimiko exclaimed.

"But this is important!" Dojo yelled waving his arms around holding the scroll. "This here is the scroll of dragons, it was given to grand master Dashi by one of the dragon caretakers." He slapped at the open scroll. "It has been said; when the scroll had started forming words, a caretaker will soon appear!"

"Sorry to say this partner, but that's sounds like a bunch of hogwash." Clay stated.

"Yes Dojo, this sounds like the most hoggiest of all washes!" Added Omi.

"Oh yeah? Then explain this!" Dojo lifted the scroll to their faces as it was being mysteriously filled in.

"So?" Kimiko shrugged. "most scrolls we've seen have done stranger."

"Yeah, but-" "No behinds Dojo, we must getting back to our resting, to kick evils buttocks in the morning!" Omi butted in.

"Yeah!"

"Time to hit the hay."

"I need my beauty sleep."

"Rest well Dojo." Everyone left one by one leaving behind a sad Dojo.

"But, but I was there." he whimpered.


As Dojo finished putting all the scrolls back, Master Fung appeared.

"Dojo, is it true that the dragon race is vanishing?" Dojo whipped his head around to face Fung.

"Oh, yeah, big time," Dojo chipped in, "did you know my kind is basically the only kind left?" Dojo then beginning ranting about other Dragons species. Master Fung interrupts him.

"So there are no longer other species of dragons?"

"Not really, they all just went to hiding." Dojo explained.

"And why is this?" Fung rose a brow.

"Oh you know, ever since Chase Young became immortal, he began hunting dragons for his soup." he explained, "So all the dragons went to hiding to protect themselves, except most of my species." Dojo then made himself seem smaller. "Cause we're so tiny and Chase prefers big dragons."

"Yes Dojo, but you can also enlarge yourself." Fung pointed out.

"Are you calling me fat?" Dojo seemed hurt.

"No Dojo," Master Fung sighed. "I'm saying that you also become a big dragon."

"Oh yeah that, well most of my species can't do that, remember Chuck, and my cousin Lucy…which reminds me, I'm still mad at you for cheating on me." Dojo pouted.

"Yes Dojo I know." Master Fung rolled his eyes. "But I am worried, will the dragon race soon cease to exist?"

"You worry too much Master Fung, the chosen dragon caretaker will save us, no doubt about it!" Dojo chimed. "I can't wait to meet them!"

"I hope you are right my friend." Fung murmured as Dojo slithered away with the dragon scroll, while cautiously reading it.