Author's Note: Stone me! I have forgotten all about this story OMG. I'm sorry!
The elders meeting was held in a small hut, which was enormous from the inside. Four large seats were at the front while rows were lined everywhere. It seemed more like a judgment is going to take place, rather than a friend elder meeting. Shuang had suspected it was dug down until the dragons could feel the heat. The light silk material he was wearing felt like a winter wear in the desert. Noise shook the underground meeting, only to stop immediately
"SILENCE!" Rumbled an elder dragon. His pale dark scales dulled, even in sunlight, his small deed eyes were jet coal black, his whiskers seemed to have fallen off, and his fangs were a rotten color. He had a serpent look, and was the twice the size of Dojo in his flying mode. Turning his body around, his limbless postures stood tall and fierce. "Not then," he bellowed. "let us begin questioning."
Standing up tall in front of the four elders, Shuang looked frighten. He had never the problem to speak out in public, but then again he never spoken in front of giant dragons.
"Now young one," Began the dragon that saved him earlier. "do not be afraid, I am Long Pond, Dragon of Water, the dark fellow is Sin Flames, Dragon of Fire, the yellow old coot is Sun Ground, Dragon of Earth, and finally-"
A dark tan dragon with red beading eyes growled. He seemed upset with being…here, as if he had something important. His muscled limb body cared scars, while the other elders carried none, that seemed to came from war. "I am West Chun, Dragon of Wind." He huffed in flames.
Dojo scampered into a far corner with an 'eep!' coming out of him.
"Now, now." Giggled in laughter, the earth dragon. He seemed like a young dragon, but his voice gave away his age, even if it sounded childish. "Forgive Chun, he is a bit of a grump." Sun looked exactly like Dojo's enlarged form, but was yellow and had white tuffs of fur and whiskers. "Aren't you?" The giggling bunch teased.
West sneered at his equally in disgust. "You are a nuisance, Ground."
"Alright," Sin snapped. "enough wasting time, young human, what is it that you are called?" He questioned.
"I am Shuang, of the Southern Imoogi Protectors."
"Jack!" Wuya yelled.
"What?" Jack asked tiredly in his PJ.
"I have found the belt, though it may not be active." Wuya chuckled evilly.
"Where?" Jack question.
"In your dirty laundry," Wuya said deadpan. "now go get since my ghost hands can't."
"Nooooooo!" Jack screamed in horror in front of his inhumanly larger pile of clothes.