Edited: Nov. 18, 2006.
Xiaolin Showdown does not belong to me.
I feel something; it's like goose bumps running up and down my arms. I look in front of me and see flames. Flames surrounding me. I look again and see the flames around someone else. She is familiar to me, but I do not know who she is. She looks at me with pride in her eyes. I realize in horror that she is being burned at the stake, what the townspeople do to convicted witches.
She does not look, or rather feel like a witch to me. It may seem weird, but I've always had this gift. I always could sense what people were feeling. I don't feel anything witchy from this woman, but I feel love. She smiles sadly at me and looks behind me. I turn around and look at a young man holding a torch. She must be in love with him, but he is killing her. The man seems familiar to me as well, but I cannot see his face. I hear the woman let out a deafening scream.
I am in the present time now, having dinner with my father.
"So, Hanson, how many witches have we 'saved'? I think it is about five in the last twenty or so years."
Her scream pulled me out of that daydream. I remember I was having dinner with my father and one of his loyal guards. Hanson, I think.
"I believe it was five, sir." Hanson said knowingly, obviously kissing up to my father. He catches me staring at him and winks at me. I look at my father, with a disgusted look on my face. Hanson always tried to flirt with me, but I know he has bedded plenty of women from town. I'm surprised he hasn't asked my father for my hand in marriage.
"I believed it so." My father answers. I have always respected my father. He has always let me go to town and go wherever I wanted to go. But he has the ability to believe me weak and defenseless. He always sends a few dozen guards with me, but I always slip away.
The rest of the dinner, my father and Hanson chat about town matters and such for my father is the wealthy lord of this area, and it is up to him to take care of the town and its people.
"Excuse me," I briefly interupt my father.
"Yes, my darling Wuya?" I flinch as I hear him say my name after that 'vision' I had.
"May I go to my room now? Dinner is through and I do not wish to hear your talk about current events." I pull off an innocent girl act.
He pauses for a moment and I feel sorrow and regret for a moment from my father. "Yes, you are excused."
I stand up and let the servants take my plate. As I leave the room, I feel lust and desire. I feel Hanson's eyes on me.
I enter my room, my domain. I look at myself in the new mirror my father purchased for me for my sixteenth birthday. I look at a strand of my hair. I have always hated my blonde hair, ever since I once snuck into a bar and heard a man ask another if he preferred blondes or brunettes. I have always wanted red hair, like my mother's. My father said my mother had blonde hair, but I heard from my nursemaid that she had long red hair.
'And deep green eyes, too. The kind you look into and you know everything about her.' The words of my nursemaid flow through my mind. 'Why isn't she with me?' I had once asked. 'But she is. Don't you see, Wuya? She is always with you.' Her words spoke. I watched my blue eyes from the mirror. They say nothing about me. I try to remember what happened to her, my nursemaid. I remember telling my father what she told me, and that's it. The next day, she was gone.
I am interrupted from my mirror as I hear something from my balcony. As I step out, I look down at the ground and notice it's my best friend Mary throwing rocks.
"What is it?" I whisper, but loud enough for her to hear.
"They caught another witch." She whispers to me.
I'm struck with surprise. "What?"
"It's Anna. They're going to question her and then burn her at the stake." Burn her at the stake? I am reminded of my vision, and I wince.
"Poor girl. She was never involved with witches, I can tell you that." I tell Mary.
She looks at me thoughtfully. "Do you think you can convince your father to let her go? He is in charge of this."
"Maybe, but I don't usually talk to him about these things. But I'll try for her." I say confidently.
"Good luck." With that, Mary snuck out of the garden. I sit on a bench, reality hitting me.
How could I convince my father that Anna wasn't a witch?
Reviewer Responses:
Akiko142: The doll is revealed to be Wuya. Surprised?
Hanbags: Jack? That's a twist I would do, but I didn't do this time.
sentimentalvalue: I wrote this to explain Wuya's past.
animeang3l7: Wuya, of course.
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