The Witch and the Monk
Chapter 1
Falkia's home:
Falkia Thursday sat quietly on the lawn of her castle starring as the first leaves began to change. Autumn was coming and she loved that time of year. The fresh vibrant colors, the cool crisp wind, and even the Autumnal celebration of her family made this the most wonderful time of year to her. She remembers each Autumn like it was yesterday. Her younger sisters also loved this time. However, Fiona went to go get groceries from the spacious city far below the hill and beyond the trees bright with Autumn leaves. Folly, her other sister, had gone to get the mail and gather herbs from the garden. She then decided to take a stroll about.
Her home was a massive castle that had survived since the first Thursday had settled in Europe. The castle had undergone several changes over the past decades. The latest change was during the 14th century when Gothic architecture had been famous across Europe. The Thursday's had lived in this home for centuries. The castle was surrounded by gardens before the massive wall surrounding the castle. The gardens contained several breeds of herbs and flowers even the one her father named her after his trip to Southern Africa. She then sat by a beautiful fountain thinking about her father.
Her father much like her ancestors was a tough and hard core military man. Even when she was young, her father was always trying to make her into a general. She was after all his heir and should know the ropes. Despite her best efforts, he was never pleased even when she hid the kind, generous, and soft female side of herself. She had tried her best to make him show he really cared about her. He, however, cared more about the family's legacy, one of the seven legendary Shen Gong Wu, the General's Baton.
Her family was given the Shen Gong Wu long ago when Dashi choose the family to be one of the seven royal families of the witches. Then her thoughts wandered at that word. She had always disliked the way her kind had been treated. Most witches were confined to elemental magic and even then it cost energy from the body and overuse could kill you. Yet the ancient people still feared them because of the Heylin witches like Wuya. They used dark magic beyond even the element of darkness and despite giving everything you wanted, it cost your soul.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Folly's shouting, ''Hey sis, we got a letter from cousin Jack!''
''What does it say? Is he asking for another loan to make those robots to attempt to take over the world again?''
Folly had just reached her and was out of breath. Folly was about 5 feet and 2 in and is 13 years old. She breathed heavily as sweat from running ran down her face. Although her sister, Falkia had to admit she was beautiful. She wore a loose short fuchsia skirt and a fuchsia shirt. Her brown hair tied back by a simple pink bow. On her head was the fuchsia hat Mother gave her on her 7th birthday. Folly was a mistress of fire and air though by her looks you couldn't tell. Whereas Falkia looked much different than her sister. Falkia stood 5 feet and 8 inch and is 17 years old. Her clothes were a long purple skirt much like that of a Scottish kilt but it is made of fresh spun cotton. She wears a long-sleeved purple shirt that tucked neatly into her skirt with a simple black belt at her waist with a baton sheathed in it. Her soft brown hair fell wildly behind her beautiful face although she never saw how she was beautiful. Her eyes, however, appeared hard brown since she had a rare ability to change her eye color and almost no one had ever seen the soft, stormy grey eyes that came from her dad. Both sisters did have lean figures. Falkia was a mistress of air but also knew some aspects of the light magic. Then all of a she snapped back her focuse to Folly.
Folly's amber eyes focused on her sister as she said, "Jack apparently wants to see you about something as soon as possible.''
"What could that whinny cousin of ours want this time?''
"No clue but he really wants to see you and boy did he beg for you to come.''
''Well then I guess I'd better get going.''
Falkia then as though on cue stood up and then though about flying. Without warning, her feet left the ground as she flew up into the air heading for Jack's so called evil lair.
Meanwhile,,,,
Xiaolin Temple:
"Raimundo'' screamed the big Texan after just being pranked.
In the shadows of one of the temples columns, a young Brazilian laughed at the now wet Clay. He had set up a bucket of water and waited to spring it on him. He stood about 6ft 2in and had a lanky lean figure. His brown hair spiked a bit out front. He had a nice looking face with carefree green eyes. Raimundo wore a long white shirt with green and orange sleeves and tan cargo pants. The Texan, however, had a much more muscular big body wearing a short blue shirt and blue jeans along with his famous ten gallon hat.
Clay then grabbed Raimundo and gave him a hard punch.
" Hey man, it was just a joke no need to hit so hard.''
"What is going on in here?''
Master Fung said as he entered the room.
''Raimundo just played a prank on me like a no good rattlesnake.''
"Raimundo, respect others as you want to be respected. The goat who plays all day does
not gain his meal.''
"That makes no sense.''
"Perhaps not but you will understand after you clean the meditation room.''
''But…''
''No butts Raimundo.''
"Aw well it was worth it'' ,thought Raimundo, as he took a cloth and bucket full of soap and water to the meditation room. As he walked away from the others, he couldn't shake the feeling something was about to happen.