A Worlds pain
By Darth Maud-dib
Disclaimer,
I would just like to point out that I do not own Xiaolin showdown or any of the characters mention or hinted at in this story, with exception to one.
A/N: this is just a little teaser of my up and coming sequel to Rise of the Fallen. I thought the way I did this was kinda cool, but let me know what you think since yours is the opinion I'll be lessening to.
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Rain falls heavily from storm clouds like bricks dropped from a ten story window. A mad gale assails two combatants locked in combat. Cold stone covered in puddles reflects flashes of lightning and gives an eerie, ghastly glow to the ravaged courtyard. The earth trembles as if with fear, it can feel the animosity emanating from the warrior's and wants to shield itself. Lightning strikes cracking delicate engravings as fists find flesh.
The wind rushes about in an attempt to flee the carnage brought on by two who seek the others life. Trembling the marred stone writhes; perhaps if distance is forced between them their fight will cease, but that is not the case. Separated by rolling ground or falling buildings the two who have come to hate each other continue their dance to the death. Concrete crumbles, crashing down to bury those whose anger annihilates the land. Maybe if buried, the earth might force them to find peace, but they are stubborn.
Two who are poised to kill each other stand firm against the swaying ground as a howling storm of wind protects one, while white lightning smites any debris that may harm the other. Howling in anger they resume their battle unaware and uncaring of the earth's despair. A world that has witnessed great deeds and seen millions born, live happily, and die peacefully, now must bare witness as two who should have become friends bludgeon each other relentlessly.
Pillars fall and rain cascade's as if the world is crying. A clash, a flash of light and the rain lessens as the earth hopes the tempest fury has passed. Moments pass prolonging the agony of hope, hope that who hate so much has found an accord. The light fades and hope is once more turned to sorrow. The world cry's tears of frigid agony that might drown its small charges and swell any river. The rain renewed; the earth can see no peace has been found, instead the two whose animosity rivals the storm around them, have found cold steel to escalate their ballet death.
They twirl and flip, leap and sore trying to ease their pain each blames the other for. A world watches as they use cold steel to slice and maim each other. A world cry's torrential rains and howl winds in protest while two who are sworn to vengeance spill the life out of each other, and with each act of aggression they cut at the heart of the land. White hot lighting lash's out in one last desperate attempt to stop the two wounded fighters, and yet again despair swallows the hopes of a world. White lightning fuels one while the madding wind fuels the other, it feed's them until finally in one final burst of hatred the two whose hearts have grown rip with pain and despair cut each other down.
Pounding rain falls as if the earth is crying, and indeed it is.
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Master Monk Guan awoke nearly flying out of his sweat soak bed. Slowly he rose to his feet walked outside on shaky legs. With eyes closed he began to compose himself as the mild breeze of the summer night cooled his face. A dream… no a vision, a vision of what's coming. Guan opened his eyes and could sense a growing darkness, a darkness which he knew he needed to stop. In his vision he saw two dragons, wind and lightning, fighting. Whatever darkness was coming he knew that duel represented the end of these peaceful nights and whatever event that starts that dual he must stop.