Chapter 16~ CyrRa
Jackie was at home- not at Section 13, not at Uncle's, but the room he had lived in as a child, before he came to America. It was early morning and the hot sun hadn't come out yet, so the air was crisp and cool. The sky was dark, except for strands of pink on the horizon. Jackie was calm and in control, doing his breathing exercises with relish. He became aware that Jade was there, too, but she wasn't making a fuss or begging him to teach her cooler moves. She calmly did the exercises in synch with Jackie. Suddenly she turned towards her uncle, golden eyes fixed intently on him.
"Look out," were her only words, harsh and low, before everything faded to blackness.
Jackie wondered where everything had gone, but slowly the details of the dream trickled out of his mind, until all he could remember were a pair of intense amber eyes, trying to tell him something. Soon, even that was gone. Jackie sighed softly. His body felt numb and restful. He could smell some kind of wonderful botanical scent, and he could feel the softest blankets imaginable covering his body. His cheek had sunk into a deep pillow.
"Chan Kong-sang?" said a soft voice in a sugar-sweet timbre. It was a woman's voice speaking. She pronounced his name perfectly, but her words had a barely noticeable accent that was hard to place. There was something wrong with the sound, as though Jackie's ears were muted speakers. "Wake up, Chan," said the voice in what seemed to be Chinese.
Grudgingly, Jackie sat up, and opened his eyes. He saw a white blur, and then his eyes focused. He was lying on a bed made for a king. . .no, an emperor! The oh-so-comfortable covers were made of satin and dyed a royal red. The bed posts were an ornate gold with serpent-like dragons crawling up the edges, each with diamonds for eyes and rubies for flames. The walls were decorated with rich tapestries depicting heroes fighting the demons and great works of magic.
Jackie suddenly noticed that he was dressed in a red bathrobe with golden embroidery. There was even a crown on the front. The entire room was covered with artefacts that appeared to have originated thousands of years ago from every known civilization. They were in brand new condition, and made the treasures of Tutankhamen look like Uncle's antiques.
The archaeologist inside him wanted to jump for joy, until the male inside him took over. Standing over his bed was a young woman, but that didn't even begin to describe her. She was wearing a long white robe shaped like a druid's, which somehow managed to be very revealing. The dark hair falling down her back was the blackest and shiniest hair he had ever seen, her eyes were the bluest, her skin was the perfect color of a pink pearl from her thin, smooth face to her slender hands, to her bare shoulders, to her breasts, which just showed over where the robe barely clung to her chest.
"Erg. . ." he said, and instantly met her gaze.
"Good," said the woman, without a change to her poised, benevolent expression. Jackie thought she looked like one of the gently-smiling goddesses of Greek mythology. "You are Chan Kong-sang, then?"
"No, I'm Jackie," said Jackie, turning red. "Oh, I mean, yes, I'm him, but call me Jackie. Everyone else does, at least since I moved to America, and I've lived here most of my life. See, when I was ten, my parents sent me to live with my uncle; my cousins did the same to my niece Jade when she was ten, except they didn't send her to my Uncle hahaha, well, actually, I still lived with my Uncle but they sent her to live with me of course, only she never listens and-"
The woman put up a hand to stop him, and Jackie realized he had been babbling. However, she continued to smile sweetly. "I already know much about you, Jackie. I am CyrRa."
"That's a pretty name," responded Jackie stupidly. "My name's Jackie Chan."
"I think you may still be suffering the sleep-inducing effects of the healing spell I used on you, Jackie," said CyrRa. "But I thank you for the compliment, and I welcome you to Onacdr."
The mention of the name for this universe brought Jackie back to earth. He sat up straighter. "Onacdr! Are you one of the Onacdrians? What has happened to my friends?"
CyrRa smiled sweetly. "I am indeed Onacdrian; I am the high priestess and ruler of this realm." Jackie opened his mouth in awe and looked awkward, but CyrRa shook her head. "No, no, no formalities are necessary. You are our honoured guest here, Jackie. One of my warriors found you at the mercy of the dragons. She rescued you, and brought you here. She was able to rescue two of your friends, but the chi wizards and the small boy were carried off."
"No!" shouted Jackie, leaping out of the covers quickly. "We must save them!" Jackie suddenly noticed the bathrobe he wore did a very poor job covering him. His face turned red, as he quickly tightened it. CyrRa didn't seem to notice, or if she did, she didn't care.
"Jackie, I assure you your friends are not in danger. The dragons will not harm them, at least not now. And all of the warriors of Onacdr will help get them back. But we need your help, Jackie Chan."
Jackie sat down, his face slightly pale with concern. He was tired of everyone needing his help, and having to save everyone's lives. But his conscience would never allow him to abandon Uncle, Tohru, and Paco; nor would it let him turn down the people who had saved his life and treated him with such generosity. "Why do you need my help?" he asked wearily.
CyrRa looked sadly around the ornate room. "Onacdr is known as the land of the origin of magic, Jackie, and because of this our lives are far longer than yours. I am nearly 9,000 years old, yet I am young for the people of our world. My father, the old emperor, used to inhabit this room. He was a good emperor, but in many ways weak. His passion was to spread Onacdrian knowledge to the people of your world. His work consumed him so that he did not realize that mortals of your world had corrupted the good Chi magic of Onacdr into dark Chi.
"My father's servant Gesa became one of the many to practice darker magic. It was he who created the eight demon sorcerers to use to conquer the world. When the demons got out of hand, my father's warrior Lo Pei trapped Shendu in a statue as an example, and then taught earth warriors to capture the rest of the demons. They were imprisoned in our dungeons. To be safe, my father created his own servants, sixteen imperial dragons to protect Onacdr. They were able to fly through all your world, but only at my father's bidding. And then, they met Shendu. He told them of the joys of freedom, and promised to release them from my father's control. Since they were made of good Chi, they could help Shendu by passing easily between worlds. Shendu corrupted them, and slowly their Chi turned dark. Now, they have not even the power to leave Onacdr, but they have sealed it off for us, as well. They came to our palace and killed many of our people, including the emperor. They threaten to conquer our world."
As she spoke these last words, CyrRa's eyes blazed with emotion. Jackie squeezed her shoulder on impulse. "I am sorry for your loss." CyrRa looked surprised, as though she wasn't sure what Jackie was talking about. Then, she snapped out of her daze and nodded.
"I thank you for your condolences. Now do you see why you must help us?" She gazed into Jackie's eyes, and he felt his face catch fire.
"N-no, Sorry. Why do you need me?" Jackie asked in confusion. It stood reason that everybody needed an archaeologist for some crazy problem. Part of Jackie's choice in profession had been a childhood obsession with Indiana Jones, but he had still assumed that archaeology would be a peaceful and rewarding job. He had been wrong.
CyrRa spoke again. "You are known as a great earthly warrior. You have vanquished each one of the eight demons, a task not even our warrior Lo Pei could have equalled. And yet, you have also grappled with and defeated the greatest of dark chi wizards, both the queen and king of the Shadowkhan, and countless other ancient enemies."
Jackie shook his head. "I am not a great warrior! I have always had help- Captain Black for equipment and man power, my Uncle and his apprentice to perform the Chi magic, my niece to solve the toughest puzzles and help me fight the bad guys! None of them are here now."
CyrRa smiled. "Ah, Jackie, can't you see it is you who holds this band of warriors together? You have the honour, bravery, and strength of the greatest of warriors. We have faith that it will be you to defeat the dragons. But you will not be alone! We have the greatest of Chi sorcerers and sorceresses to help you on your quest. And your companions are here, as well. The young woman and the man with the interesting cloth on his face."
Jackie sighed softly. "I still do not think I am a great warrior, but you have saved my life and rescued my friends. I will help you, but you must help me to save the ones that were taken by the dragons."
CyrRa's grin spread across her face. "Ah, Jackie, there was never any doubt of that."
Author's Note~ awkward!Jackie is so funny.
From her perfect hair to her perfect toes to her ridiculous name, CyrRa seems to be Mary Sue incarnate. Sorry, but I need her, and I need her to be as she is. Don't worry, I promise she won't be anybody's love interest or anything. Plus, she's actually not as stupid and pathetic a character as she seems. And I am nothing like her, so don't get any ideas! See, if I made a Mary-Sue of myself, she'd surprisingly like Valmont. Bitchy, cold, calculating, sarcastic, arrogant, but sort of whiny. Heh heh. I actually have a nice side, but according to one of my friends, "There are three people who scare me most. My father, Hitler. . .and Rinne. My father and Hitler are scary because they have power, but Rinne has power, too." And this is my friend. She was actually serious.
Chan Kong-Sang: Jackie Chan's birth name, according to his website. Never mentioned in the show, but aside from his history, I assume what goes for the real Jackie goes for Cartoon Jackie.
Writing this story while ill earns the record for most creative use of spelling. Example, I spelled "grudgingly" as 'Graudgingerly' *waits for applause* Also, my computer is in its death throes. It keeps freezing temporarily as I write this. Seriously, about every three seconds it'll freeze for a second and then recover. So if words are missing or several letters gone, it's because I typed them while my computer froze. I think I fixed most of them.
I wrote this story on Valentine's Day. How sad is that? I spent Valentine's Day writing Jackie Chan Adventures fanfiction. Valentine's Day is a cruel and unusual holiday. Actually, it's not as bad as it could be. I just had a big crush on this guy, although I've known for a couple weeks now that he likes this other girl, but I think I'm just about over it. So that's good. The problem is, my family loves V-Day. Everyone bought everyone cards and gave chocolates and made heart-shaped pancakes. Ug. I don't mind the chocolate, but I hate this stupid holiday! And it's made worse by my dear friend, who keeps going on and on about her boyfriend and telling me I should ask someone out. Right. Like, who???
Sorry, I'm ranting. Oooh! Season Finale, so good! I still think Jade should've been the Queen of the Shadowkhan, but we can't have everything in life. Tohru was scary as the king. Um, wouldn't Tarakudo lose his power if there was another king?? Whatever. The cutest JCA line ever had to have been Jade's. Jackie: "Jade, what're you doing here?" Jade: "Sorry, Jackie, but I realized I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to *you*" All my Déjà vu Stone anger has evaporated with that line, as well as the identical line Jackie said to Jade earlier. And the fact that after that Jackie not only didn't get mad at Jade, he decided to let her come along. Isn't Super Moose the coolest? Jade should seriously buy a ton of good guy yet incredibly bad ass toys and keep them around just in case they're in a fight.
I haven't actually checked the petition as yet, but although I still want you to sign many many times, I have to confess I'm planning to do a Hsi Wu/Jade shippy and a sequel even if everyone suddenly stops reviewing, starts flaming, and JCA is taken off the air. (Please, no! How many dreams must Kids WB destroy???) I just want to write it, since I have an idea of how it should go. I'll tell you now that the sequel will most likely be called "Black and White," will feature the JCA crew about 15 years in the future, and will include Drago's origins and the reason behind his hatred for Jade.
I also have to say that elements of the story are starting to sound a lot like Ni Tang, but it's not my fault as I planned everything but the shippy before I even read Ni Tang. I'm trying to avoid it, but if there are elements in common, apologies to VampireNaomi!
I finally saw "The Good Guys" today. I wish Finn Ratso & Chow could be good guys all the time! They made a really cool part of the team. I actually love the idea of them being Jade's sidekicks. The Angels joke was also pretty funny, although I'm glad it was short, it had the potential to become really annoying. Didn't you love the part where they're all lamenting about what they did before becoming the Dark Hand, and Ratso says "And I used to study theoretical physics." Heh.
I want to post this now, but ff.net has disabled log ins, so it'll hafta wait. Sorry.
Jackie was at home- not at Section 13, not at Uncle's, but the room he had lived in as a child, before he came to America. It was early morning and the hot sun hadn't come out yet, so the air was crisp and cool. The sky was dark, except for strands of pink on the horizon. Jackie was calm and in control, doing his breathing exercises with relish. He became aware that Jade was there, too, but she wasn't making a fuss or begging him to teach her cooler moves. She calmly did the exercises in synch with Jackie. Suddenly she turned towards her uncle, golden eyes fixed intently on him.
"Look out," were her only words, harsh and low, before everything faded to blackness.
Jackie wondered where everything had gone, but slowly the details of the dream trickled out of his mind, until all he could remember were a pair of intense amber eyes, trying to tell him something. Soon, even that was gone. Jackie sighed softly. His body felt numb and restful. He could smell some kind of wonderful botanical scent, and he could feel the softest blankets imaginable covering his body. His cheek had sunk into a deep pillow.
"Chan Kong-sang?" said a soft voice in a sugar-sweet timbre. It was a woman's voice speaking. She pronounced his name perfectly, but her words had a barely noticeable accent that was hard to place. There was something wrong with the sound, as though Jackie's ears were muted speakers. "Wake up, Chan," said the voice in what seemed to be Chinese.
Grudgingly, Jackie sat up, and opened his eyes. He saw a white blur, and then his eyes focused. He was lying on a bed made for a king. . .no, an emperor! The oh-so-comfortable covers were made of satin and dyed a royal red. The bed posts were an ornate gold with serpent-like dragons crawling up the edges, each with diamonds for eyes and rubies for flames. The walls were decorated with rich tapestries depicting heroes fighting the demons and great works of magic.
Jackie suddenly noticed that he was dressed in a red bathrobe with golden embroidery. There was even a crown on the front. The entire room was covered with artefacts that appeared to have originated thousands of years ago from every known civilization. They were in brand new condition, and made the treasures of Tutankhamen look like Uncle's antiques.
The archaeologist inside him wanted to jump for joy, until the male inside him took over. Standing over his bed was a young woman, but that didn't even begin to describe her. She was wearing a long white robe shaped like a druid's, which somehow managed to be very revealing. The dark hair falling down her back was the blackest and shiniest hair he had ever seen, her eyes were the bluest, her skin was the perfect color of a pink pearl from her thin, smooth face to her slender hands, to her bare shoulders, to her breasts, which just showed over where the robe barely clung to her chest.
"Erg. . ." he said, and instantly met her gaze.
"Good," said the woman, without a change to her poised, benevolent expression. Jackie thought she looked like one of the gently-smiling goddesses of Greek mythology. "You are Chan Kong-sang, then?"
"No, I'm Jackie," said Jackie, turning red. "Oh, I mean, yes, I'm him, but call me Jackie. Everyone else does, at least since I moved to America, and I've lived here most of my life. See, when I was ten, my parents sent me to live with my uncle; my cousins did the same to my niece Jade when she was ten, except they didn't send her to my Uncle hahaha, well, actually, I still lived with my Uncle but they sent her to live with me of course, only she never listens and-"
The woman put up a hand to stop him, and Jackie realized he had been babbling. However, she continued to smile sweetly. "I already know much about you, Jackie. I am CyrRa."
"That's a pretty name," responded Jackie stupidly. "My name's Jackie Chan."
"I think you may still be suffering the sleep-inducing effects of the healing spell I used on you, Jackie," said CyrRa. "But I thank you for the compliment, and I welcome you to Onacdr."
The mention of the name for this universe brought Jackie back to earth. He sat up straighter. "Onacdr! Are you one of the Onacdrians? What has happened to my friends?"
CyrRa smiled sweetly. "I am indeed Onacdrian; I am the high priestess and ruler of this realm." Jackie opened his mouth in awe and looked awkward, but CyrRa shook her head. "No, no, no formalities are necessary. You are our honoured guest here, Jackie. One of my warriors found you at the mercy of the dragons. She rescued you, and brought you here. She was able to rescue two of your friends, but the chi wizards and the small boy were carried off."
"No!" shouted Jackie, leaping out of the covers quickly. "We must save them!" Jackie suddenly noticed the bathrobe he wore did a very poor job covering him. His face turned red, as he quickly tightened it. CyrRa didn't seem to notice, or if she did, she didn't care.
"Jackie, I assure you your friends are not in danger. The dragons will not harm them, at least not now. And all of the warriors of Onacdr will help get them back. But we need your help, Jackie Chan."
Jackie sat down, his face slightly pale with concern. He was tired of everyone needing his help, and having to save everyone's lives. But his conscience would never allow him to abandon Uncle, Tohru, and Paco; nor would it let him turn down the people who had saved his life and treated him with such generosity. "Why do you need my help?" he asked wearily.
CyrRa looked sadly around the ornate room. "Onacdr is known as the land of the origin of magic, Jackie, and because of this our lives are far longer than yours. I am nearly 9,000 years old, yet I am young for the people of our world. My father, the old emperor, used to inhabit this room. He was a good emperor, but in many ways weak. His passion was to spread Onacdrian knowledge to the people of your world. His work consumed him so that he did not realize that mortals of your world had corrupted the good Chi magic of Onacdr into dark Chi.
"My father's servant Gesa became one of the many to practice darker magic. It was he who created the eight demon sorcerers to use to conquer the world. When the demons got out of hand, my father's warrior Lo Pei trapped Shendu in a statue as an example, and then taught earth warriors to capture the rest of the demons. They were imprisoned in our dungeons. To be safe, my father created his own servants, sixteen imperial dragons to protect Onacdr. They were able to fly through all your world, but only at my father's bidding. And then, they met Shendu. He told them of the joys of freedom, and promised to release them from my father's control. Since they were made of good Chi, they could help Shendu by passing easily between worlds. Shendu corrupted them, and slowly their Chi turned dark. Now, they have not even the power to leave Onacdr, but they have sealed it off for us, as well. They came to our palace and killed many of our people, including the emperor. They threaten to conquer our world."
As she spoke these last words, CyrRa's eyes blazed with emotion. Jackie squeezed her shoulder on impulse. "I am sorry for your loss." CyrRa looked surprised, as though she wasn't sure what Jackie was talking about. Then, she snapped out of her daze and nodded.
"I thank you for your condolences. Now do you see why you must help us?" She gazed into Jackie's eyes, and he felt his face catch fire.
"N-no, Sorry. Why do you need me?" Jackie asked in confusion. It stood reason that everybody needed an archaeologist for some crazy problem. Part of Jackie's choice in profession had been a childhood obsession with Indiana Jones, but he had still assumed that archaeology would be a peaceful and rewarding job. He had been wrong.
CyrRa spoke again. "You are known as a great earthly warrior. You have vanquished each one of the eight demons, a task not even our warrior Lo Pei could have equalled. And yet, you have also grappled with and defeated the greatest of dark chi wizards, both the queen and king of the Shadowkhan, and countless other ancient enemies."
Jackie shook his head. "I am not a great warrior! I have always had help- Captain Black for equipment and man power, my Uncle and his apprentice to perform the Chi magic, my niece to solve the toughest puzzles and help me fight the bad guys! None of them are here now."
CyrRa smiled. "Ah, Jackie, can't you see it is you who holds this band of warriors together? You have the honour, bravery, and strength of the greatest of warriors. We have faith that it will be you to defeat the dragons. But you will not be alone! We have the greatest of Chi sorcerers and sorceresses to help you on your quest. And your companions are here, as well. The young woman and the man with the interesting cloth on his face."
Jackie sighed softly. "I still do not think I am a great warrior, but you have saved my life and rescued my friends. I will help you, but you must help me to save the ones that were taken by the dragons."
CyrRa's grin spread across her face. "Ah, Jackie, there was never any doubt of that."
Author's Note~ awkward!Jackie is so funny.
From her perfect hair to her perfect toes to her ridiculous name, CyrRa seems to be Mary Sue incarnate. Sorry, but I need her, and I need her to be as she is. Don't worry, I promise she won't be anybody's love interest or anything. Plus, she's actually not as stupid and pathetic a character as she seems. And I am nothing like her, so don't get any ideas! See, if I made a Mary-Sue of myself, she'd surprisingly like Valmont. Bitchy, cold, calculating, sarcastic, arrogant, but sort of whiny. Heh heh. I actually have a nice side, but according to one of my friends, "There are three people who scare me most. My father, Hitler. . .and Rinne. My father and Hitler are scary because they have power, but Rinne has power, too." And this is my friend. She was actually serious.
Chan Kong-Sang: Jackie Chan's birth name, according to his website. Never mentioned in the show, but aside from his history, I assume what goes for the real Jackie goes for Cartoon Jackie.
Writing this story while ill earns the record for most creative use of spelling. Example, I spelled "grudgingly" as 'Graudgingerly' *waits for applause* Also, my computer is in its death throes. It keeps freezing temporarily as I write this. Seriously, about every three seconds it'll freeze for a second and then recover. So if words are missing or several letters gone, it's because I typed them while my computer froze. I think I fixed most of them.
I wrote this story on Valentine's Day. How sad is that? I spent Valentine's Day writing Jackie Chan Adventures fanfiction. Valentine's Day is a cruel and unusual holiday. Actually, it's not as bad as it could be. I just had a big crush on this guy, although I've known for a couple weeks now that he likes this other girl, but I think I'm just about over it. So that's good. The problem is, my family loves V-Day. Everyone bought everyone cards and gave chocolates and made heart-shaped pancakes. Ug. I don't mind the chocolate, but I hate this stupid holiday! And it's made worse by my dear friend, who keeps going on and on about her boyfriend and telling me I should ask someone out. Right. Like, who???
Sorry, I'm ranting. Oooh! Season Finale, so good! I still think Jade should've been the Queen of the Shadowkhan, but we can't have everything in life. Tohru was scary as the king. Um, wouldn't Tarakudo lose his power if there was another king?? Whatever. The cutest JCA line ever had to have been Jade's. Jackie: "Jade, what're you doing here?" Jade: "Sorry, Jackie, but I realized I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to *you*" All my Déjà vu Stone anger has evaporated with that line, as well as the identical line Jackie said to Jade earlier. And the fact that after that Jackie not only didn't get mad at Jade, he decided to let her come along. Isn't Super Moose the coolest? Jade should seriously buy a ton of good guy yet incredibly bad ass toys and keep them around just in case they're in a fight.
I haven't actually checked the petition as yet, but although I still want you to sign many many times, I have to confess I'm planning to do a Hsi Wu/Jade shippy and a sequel even if everyone suddenly stops reviewing, starts flaming, and JCA is taken off the air. (Please, no! How many dreams must Kids WB destroy???) I just want to write it, since I have an idea of how it should go. I'll tell you now that the sequel will most likely be called "Black and White," will feature the JCA crew about 15 years in the future, and will include Drago's origins and the reason behind his hatred for Jade.
I also have to say that elements of the story are starting to sound a lot like Ni Tang, but it's not my fault as I planned everything but the shippy before I even read Ni Tang. I'm trying to avoid it, but if there are elements in common, apologies to VampireNaomi!
I finally saw "The Good Guys" today. I wish Finn Ratso & Chow could be good guys all the time! They made a really cool part of the team. I actually love the idea of them being Jade's sidekicks. The Angels joke was also pretty funny, although I'm glad it was short, it had the potential to become really annoying. Didn't you love the part where they're all lamenting about what they did before becoming the Dark Hand, and Ratso says "And I used to study theoretical physics." Heh.
I want to post this now, but ff.net has disabled log ins, so it'll hafta wait. Sorry.