Jong Must Defeat Jong, Part 2
Memories of Demons
By Casper McPhee
Aviva leapt out of the Silver Manta Ray with a whoop of joy "Zan, you totally kicked butt back there! Swiping the shadow's Wu like that, using the Ruby of Ramses to make him smash the rocks…pure genius." Aviva was a young, energetic girl, with long brown hair and a need for fighting. This mien seemed to fit her, as she was to be the Dragon of Fire. Behind her followed the rest of the dragons.
Bridge was a strange, bookish fellow who had only recently discovered his scrappy side. Now, as the Wudai Warrior of Thunder, he had grown accustomed to his black robes, and reading by the light of a bulb he powered with his own Xiaolin element. Gregor was shier that Bridge, but was also slightly scarier in battle due to his recklessness when the stakes were turned against him. As Dragon of the Water, he spent much of his time trying to master attack forms for his element; specifically delving into the dangerous world of Ice. Dax was very technologically informed. He was the best flier in the Manta Ray, which seemed surprising for a Dragon of Earth. Lex, Dax' younger brother, had been surprised when he was called to the temple to be the Dragon of Light. He tended to show off when he thought Dax might be watching, and as a result his desire for perfection had never been higher.
Zan climbed down in his blue robes, holding his new trove of Shen Gong Wu to take to the vault. The Fist of Tebigong, the Ruby of Ramses, The Jet Bootsu, The Longi Kite, and now this. He didn't recognize the Wu from the scroll. He pulled it down from the Manta Ray, which immediately shrunk down to inactive size. Zan continued to search the scroll, not finding anything, until the scroll stopped itself mid-flip. It was halfway between two pages, and the paper had a strange red line down the middle of it. Zan traced the line absentmindedly with his finger, and the line began to glimmer. All of a sudden a new page revealed itself where there had once been none. He looked at the Wu in front of him. It was shaped like a short sword, but instead of a blade it had a baton. Sharp wings grew at the hilt, and the baton seemed to have holes spaced across it's length. The scroll called it the Flute of Souls. It had the power to call forth spirits and energy from objects and other planes of existence. It also mentioned something about the Soul of the Shen Gong Wu, but it ended there.
What was the scroll talking about? Only one way to find out…
NEXT UP, CHAPTER 3: Be the Wu