"Who are you?", Ron wanted to kick himself after asking, it was so clich'.

"You may call me Cathbad, though in truth I am merely a shadow of that man. And if you are seeing me you have awakened the weapons of Kells and Tamra."

"I didn't wake up anything, I was getting my butt kicked in a fight."

"Say what you will you can not change the truth, if you are seeing me, then the weapons of Kells are awake and it is your fault. Bind it's power seal it away, now before the weapons of Tamra regain their power as well and plunge your realm into darkness. Do it now you have been warned or let the consequences be on your head."

"I don't know how to seal the weapons, I don't know what your talking about!" But Ron's shouts did little good, the world around him shifted back to darkness, the trees and river, mountain and fire, they were gone as though never there, and all was silent. And then he heard a sound, it was faint as though far away, but beckoned to him like a light house. Some how he moved towards it, desperate for something. Anything to hold on to for fear he was going insane. Closer and closer till he could almost hear it, and he knew what it was.

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Kim cried in spite of her self, all her strength had finally left her, she didn't care about anything but Ron, she wanted, needed him back. The thought she had put her partner, her best friend in this condition was to much to deal with.

"So, some body die KP?," it was quite, barley audible over her sobs, but it was there.

"Ron?," her eyes still closed, refusing to look for fear that she was hearing things, or it was a dream. But when she felt her hand being squeezed gently she dared a peak, through tear blurred eyes.

"Am I awake or this another dream?" Ron's voice was weak but stronger than before, his eyes half open.

In spite of her self, Kim hugged him, crying into his shoulder, "I thought I lost you."

"Not sure you didn't for a minute, where are we?"

"A hospital in Japan," she pulled away from Ron, wiping the tears from her eyes and face, and composing her self. "Can you tell me what happened Ron, what was that place, who did all that, why can't they..." glancing at the thing that had been attached to his hand, the object that now lay at his KP," sighing, "And I guess there's no point in secrets now." He told her everything, the monkey idols, the school, the lotus blade, his fight against monkey fist, and his vow of secrecy. "And since the sword and the schools gone, I'm not sure there's a point to keeping that vow, especially since we're going to have to deal with Fisk and his sword now."

Kim wasn't sure what to make of everything coming out of Ron's mouth, it was like some nightmare fairy tale. On one hand she was ecstatic to have Ron back, but she couldn't under stand how he could keep this from her. Not in the sense he lied to her, if their places had been reversed she would have acted the same way, what shocked her was she truly had no idea any of this was going on. She truly wanted to dismiss what he was saying as a story, the result of shock or brain damage, but she knew everything he was telling her was fact.

"KP?," Ron was a bit worried, he had finished his tale but she had yet to say anything. "Say something, yell at me, curse at me, hug me, do something."

"How did I not see it?"

"See what?"

"All of that."

"I'm not sure, maybe I'm a better actor than I thought. I'm sorry I had to keep it from you, if I could have told anyone you would have been the first one I swear, but it's just.."

Kim covered Ron's lips with her fingers stopping his rambling. "First, you did what you though was right, I can't fault you for that. Second, I'm just glad your back. Third, there is no 'we' anymore."

"What!?!" not believe what he was hearing

"I can't let you do this anymore"

"But Kim"

"No 'buts', it's my fault you're here, MY FAULT, I can do this job you can't, I'm sorry Ron but this partnership is dissolved."

"Damn it Kim you can't do this, you don't understand what going on here"

"My best friend is in a hospital bad, DAMN IT RON I THOUGHT I HAD LOST YOU!" She took a few deep breaths to calm her self, "I'll put my own life on the line, but not yours, I'm sorry Ron."

"Since when do you make my decisions Kim." Ron even shocked himself with the raw venom in that statement. "I can take care of myself, I've been doing so for years, you have no right to tell me your responsible for my life. I'M RESPONCIBLE for my life, I choose to walk this path, you can't tell me how to live my life."

"They don't call you Ron, they call me, I have the reputation, I have the contacts, I make the rules, and the new rule is, your gone." She didn't bother to hear is reply, she just left the room slamming the door to his room behind her.

Ron just starred at the closed door, not sure what to do, part of him wanted to keep yelling at Kim, part wanted to get out of bed and shatter her skull with his weapon. In the end he choose neither, thanks in part to the doctor and nurse entering to find out what all the noise was.

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By the end of the day Ron was free to go, according to Wade, Kim had already left, and they had arranged a flight for him later that day. Leaving Ron with several hours to do nothing but get his head together and try and sort though the events that had transpired since he arrived on this land mass.

He found a small café to grab some food, not because he was hungry, but because he had a sensation of being followed, and he hoped to lose them. He was a little surprised when a nurse sat down at his table.

"This was not unexpected" he told Ron is hushed tones

"What?" not sure what he was talking about

"The school will endure, this is not the first time the school has been attacked, nor will it be the last."

"What?" Ron forced him self to sty quite

"Not everyone trained the art of monkey Kung Fu was at the school, many live normal lives, in time we will reclaim the school, and begin again. But you are no longer welcome."

"What, why?" Ron couldn't help feeling like a parrot.

"You broke you vow of secrecy, you will never again be allowed with in its halls, or to have contact with any from the school. But due to your unique position, we have agreed that some compensation will be allowed. You may make one request of our clan, but that is all."

"What if I recover the Lotus Blade?"

"Recovering it, will make little difference, though our appreciation of such an act would be great, but unnecessary, it will be recovered in time. When you desire your request, call this number and we will answer." He slipped Ron a small piece of paper, and just as he had appeared, he got up and vanished into the crowd, leaving Ron once more alone.

For a while Ron considered his options, some how he doubted asking to be trained as a monkey ninja would fly with the school as his one request. He checked the bag the hospital had given him to carry his weapon in, pulling it out to really examine it for the first time. It's blade was dull and hadn't been looked after, rust covered every inch of it. For the most part it looked like scrap metal but he couldn't deny there was something about it, something that radiated power much the way the lotus blade had, yet different.

'What did he mean seal you? Hell was it really any more than a dream?' Then it hit him, it was a long shot, but worth a try. He dug in his pocket and pulled out his kimmunicator, the screen was dark for a second, but after a moment Wade's face appeared.

"She doesn't want to talk to you Ron, just let her cool off."

"Fine with me, I need to talk to you anyway."

"If is about an earlier flight, its not an option, that's the first direct fight I could set up for Middleton."

"No the flights OK, I need you to look something up for me."

"Fire away, I am at your disposal"

"I need you to, look up Kells and Temra, any context."

"How do you spell that?"

"No clue"

"OK given me a few minutes." as younger boy's fingers stated maneuvering themselves on the key board. "OK, I have a breakfast cereal, a musical interment, myths, hamburger, a spi.."

"Stop, the myth tell me the myths."

"OK one second," Wades' fingers went back to typing, "Good new, bad news. Bad news, it'll take a while to compile the myths into something workable. Good news, Professor Douglas, and expect on the myths owes us a favor."

"Think you can get me flight to see him?"

"See her, and it shouldn't be problem, but can I ask why?"

"Playing a hunch Wade, just playing a hunch."

"All right, flights booked, I have your location, and you'll be picked up in a few minutes to go to the airport. Anything else?"

"Yes, lets keep this little detour between you and me, but contact my parents and tell I'm burning off some stream but should be back before school starts ."

"Done and done, but what should I tell Kim"

"Frankly Wade I don't give a damn."

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The office was nice, there was no doubting that Professor Douglas, had good taste is furnishings. Large leather chairs, old world wood desk with a rather expensive computer and printer, Celtic art adorning the walls here and there. The art was to be expected, according to Wade Professor Douglas was one of the worlds leading experts on ancient Celtic art, literature, mythology, and history.

'So what the hell do Celtic lands, a rusted weapon, and monkey ninjas have in common? Well other then me at the moment, and what the hell could Kim do to help this lady?'

"Mister Stoppable I presume, "the voice pulled him from his thoughts and faced her. She was in her Late thirties, early forties, a bit short, but had the brightest natural red hair he'd ever seen. She was dressed in a conservative gray pant suit, but looked like she'd be more comfortable in any thing else. "So tell me, what can I do for the esteemed Miss Possible."

Ron tried to not show anger at the last remark, "Actually, nothing, this is a non official visit."

"Just as well, so what can I do for you?"

"I'm looking for information and Kells and Tamra, and I'm told, you're the person to talk to."

"Kells and Tamra, why do you want to know about those two?"

"I'd tell you but.."

"..Then I'd have to kill you, I haven't heard that in along time. Alright I can play along, but you will need to be a bit more specific, I could tell you quite a great deal, but I doubt you'd need it."

"Anything to do with weapons."

An eye brow raised at this, "The you want to know about the second coming of Draganta."

"Who?"

"According to ancient text and stories Draganta was a great warrior who protected Kells in times of need. He is always listed as having a weapon capable of creating great fires when ever he desired. During his second coming other weapons also appeared each capable of controlling a different element. Wait one moments," turning to her computer, soon the familiar roar of a printer turning on, and then she handed the printed page to Ron.

The page contained images of ten weapons, six on top, four at the bottom. "These images were found in a manuscript, of all the images of the weapons, these are generally agreed to be the best of the surviving illustrations."

"So they were real?"

"All myth has some basis in truth, so there is a good chance yes. But we can either debate that or I can continue telling you what I know," an impatient look on her face.

"Apologies, please continue"

"As the legends go, each weapon had mastery of a different element. The trident, "Pointing at the trident on the page, "could control water. The crossbow manipulated wind, the mace could create earthquakes when it hit the ground, the ax's could cut through any plant."

"So the Ax's were a package deal?"

"Some believe so, a few tales say one ax could make the other, but those stories are few and far between. It's also told that the weapons could manifest powerful armor when needed."

"And the other four weapons?"

"The weapons of Tamra, like the weapons of Kell's they to had great power, the sword controlled Ice, the boomerang produced lightning, the whip controlled the sea, and the shield shattered stone. Each weapon belonged to a different knight, or Sentinel of Tamra. The Sentinels them selves were said to non human creatures, a skeleton made of Ice, a man bat, a wolf man and sea serpent."

"So what happened to them?"

"The last documented story has the nine battling, the Sentinel allied with a raven sorceress. The Knights of Kell's were aided by the King's Druid and King Fin Varra of the fairies. When the magic of the Druid, fairy king and sorceress combined, somehow the magic inherent in each of the weapons become dormant. For the Knights, it ment the loss of their armor and the powers of nature. For the Sentinel , it ment something far worse, each was absorbed in to their weapon, ceasing to be."

"Do you what happened to the weapons?"

"Well that's where the myths end, but as I was saying all legends have an element of truth in them. We believe there was a Kell's, though it fell before recent history. And there are records of it having conflicts with a neighboring kingdom, many of the fights heralded by a select few warriors that might very well be the basis of the Knights and Sentinel each said to have a favored weapon. Not long after the time we believe the weapons were neutralized, this real life kingdom was attacked and pillaged. In theory the weapons of the knights and warlords could have been taken in that battle, which may explain why they ceased appearing in indigenous tales."

The wheels were already turning in Ron's head, "What about the origin of the weapons?"

"They are tired to the fairies of the kingdom, and King Fin Varra. It's believed that he had the weapons of the knights forged to protect his kingdom, which was in Kell's.

"Ok thinking out side the box, lets say the weapon did exist as they were described in the story, how would they regain their powers?"

She cocked her eye at this question, "There is a tale, passed down through the generation's that a surge of great magic is the only way the weapons could regain their power, but no one's really sure if the story should be counted with the others, since it there is nothing to back it up."

"So assuming for a minute the weapons were real could they still exist?"

"In theory, yes, but they'd have to be taken care of, and more than a little luck would have to be involved. But the odds of ever finding them are astronomical."

"You think I could keep this," gesturing to the paper.

"I don't see why not."

"Thank you for your time Professor Douglas, you have no idea how much of a help you've been." rising to shake her hand.

Accepting the hand, "My pleasure, but are you sure you don't want to hear about the dragons?"

"Say what?"

"Yes, according to some text, each side possessed a Dragon, it's nonsense really, but it's quite amazing to think about really."

"I'm listening"

"The Knights were said to have a great red dragon who would come to their aid if he was so needed. The

Sentinels had command of a three headed black dragon, who was said to terrorize the country side.

"Any idea what happened to them?"

"They simply disappear for the text after a time, if something happened to them, it's lost to the sands of time."

"As I said thank you for your time"

"Not a problem, after Miss Possible stopped that rock slide from destroying our dig site, it's the least I could do."

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'A surge a great mystical energy, I bet what ever the hell Monkey Fist did to me classifies as that?' It had been clear to Ron since the departure of the monkey ninja in Japan that he no longer had the mystical monkey power. 'So if all the weapons have been awakened,' pulling his own out, what he now knew was the Ax of the forest. 'Well no offence but you're a far cry from how you use to look,' thinking back to the picture of the great gold and brown ax. 'And I doubt a spit shine would do much good,' then it hit him, as he pulled out his Kimmunicator.

"You called"

"I need you to check the list of favors, I need a black smith"

Wade just sated at Ron through the screen dumb founded, "Why?"

"I just need one."

"OK," he was now more than a little nervous as to what Ron had gotten him self into, but he complied. "Lees see, we have a ranch in Arizona."

"Not a horse 'black smith' Wade, a metal worker"

"Let's see we have a artist in LA."

"Send me there."

"Ron can I ask why?"

"Yes, But I'm not sure I can answer you just yet."

"Alright, you'll be in the air in a few hours."

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"You want me to turn this in to this," holding the Ax and pointing at the picture of what is use to look like. "Can't be done. I can built you one from scratch but no way am I turning this into the picture."

"Then teach me how, and I'll do it." Ron was getting more than a little angry at the purple haired woman constantly telling him what he wanted couldn't be done.

"Kid it takes years to learn this job, with you maybe longer, I still remember what you did to my shop the last time you were here."

"Please, I need to do this"

"And I'm telling you no, I don't care what I owe red, it's not happening. Butt wipe." That was all Ron could take, he turned around a left, pulling out him Kimunicator.

"Wade book the flight to Arizona"

"You'll be in the air in a few, but I have to tell you your eating up a lot of Kim's favors with this little trek, and I'm going to have to tell her at some point."

"Kim isn't part of this, she stays in the dark, now Wade please book the flight."

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"You sure you don't need anything else?"

"No the lesson in the basics were enough thank you." Ron was doing his best to be civil, but he knew he was probably failing.

"Alright, if you need anything g just yell, hard to believe that Miss Possible would call us even for this, what saving my horses and all," as the burly man walked out the barn doors.

"All right, lets see what we can do" picking up the ax and looking back at the image on paper and back to the forge, "I can see a dozen ways this could end and all involve me missing body parts." He couldn't help but laugh at his own morbid joke.

He went for the table looking for the tool that Mister Erikson said would best scrape off the rust, the second he brought the tool to the weapon, something changed in him. His body seemed to work of its own violation, over time it almost seemed like he was watching him self do the work and he had to admit, he was impressed by what he saw. Some where between pounding the blade and working on the more intricate details, he realized the weapon was working through him to repair itself. By the time it was done it was the wee hours of the early morning, but it had been worth it, the weapon was immaculate, almost as if it had come to life from the paper. Well almost, there was a single difference between the two, the Ax he now had possessed a gold dragon adorning the butt of the blade, seemingly grasping it with it's claws and tail, wings down cast, it was tiny but sturdy, and some how it seemed like it was ment to be there. Brown, silver and gold given form, the intricate work from butt to blade was of a forest vine, delicate and beautiful covering triangular blade.

After hours, probably far fewer than should have been needed for such a task, Ron emerged from the barn. He wrote a note thanking Mr. Erikson for his time, tools, and equipment, preferring to let the man sleep.

"Wade, "speaking in to his Kimmunicator, "I need a ride home, I think I'm finally done."

"Ron do you have any clue what time it is?"

"To early to be working in a forge, but I'm hoping just early enough to catch a flight back to Middleton in time for my first class, preferably with a shower."

"You really think I'm a miracle worker don't you"

"You haven't proved other wise yet," grinning from ear to ear

"Your in a good mood, finally"

"I'd tell ya why but you wouldn't believe me, hell I almost don't believe it"

"Flights laid in, you'll be at school by lunch, don't worry, I've already got you covered on the school end, your excused till you get there. Now I'm going back to bed, wake me up at this hour again and I'll have your butt end up in Antarctica," and the screen went dark.

"Time to go home, and see what can be done about putting my life back together."

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Authors note 1- The butt of an ax is the back of the blade past where the handel is attached, I did not know that till I started writing this

Authors note 2- I know this doesn't match the powers ability for ability of the weapons that used in the show. That will be addressed in later chapters