Author's Note: Wow like have you guys seen that both the stories I'm working on have the same amount chapters and reviews like jinx on these stories *desperately knocking on wood* Anyway here's another story on DRAGON PROTECTOR! (I don't own this cartoon but I do own my oc's)


"Well Shuang of the Southern Imoogi Protectors," Sin sneered. "if that even is your real address, may I ask how are you the chosen one?"

Shuang started to sweat, or started to sweat more, he never thought of himself as a chosen one. He was thrown into another world and expected save a dying species thanks to the evil that he was living with. "Um…" Shuang looked around nervously, all eyes were on him. "I don't know why I am the chosen one."

Huffing in disappointment Sin looked at the other elders. "Brothers, how are we to believe that such a boy is truly the chosen one?"

"He can easily name our species." Long pointed out.

"He could have been reading the old scrolls to figure out or kind." West growled.

"Maybe the boy was sent here by mistake?" Hummed Sun in wonder.

"Ho-ho-hold it!" Stuttered Dojo holding a scroll. "I have the Dragon Scroll to prove that Shuang is the chosen one!"

Dojo gulped as one of the elders took the scroll from…then he fainted.

Skimming through the scroll, Sin huffed in disapproval. "So the scroll does say that Shuang is the chosen one, but why must he be so weak?"

"The chosen one should have been strong, strong enough to take down Chase Young!" Sin slammed his fists down in anger shattering his side of the judging table.

"Oh hush now friend," Sun faced the bullheaded dragon. "we didn't have any real expectations on the chosen one"

"Only to be able to prosper our kind." Long stated.

"Yes, but we did not want the chosen one to hold a dragon and be forced to raise with our enemy!" Sin shouted while pointing at the scroll. "Here in the scroll it declares Shuang and Chase Young as the caretakers of dragon infant!"

Several whispers and murmurs sounded through the room. Shuang had some explaining to do.

"Alright!" Jack threw up the belt, which was black with red swirls. "Time to test this puppy out." Tying the belt on his waist he grabbed an ancient looking sword. "Ok Wuya, what's the Wu's name?"

"I don't know, it doesn't have an official name." Wuya shrugged. "That idiot Dashi never gave it a proper name, nor is it active so it can't work."

"Then how the heck did you now it was in my dirty laundry?" Jack asked scratching his head.

"I didn't, I just could stand the sight of all that filth in one sight." Wuya's ghost form shivered in disgust.

"So I did all that cleaning for nothing?" Squeaked Jack with puppy eyes.

"Pretty much." Wuya fused though the wall laughing, leaving a cry Jack behind.