Xiaolin Showdown does not and will not belong to me.
Chapter 10: Revelations (Part 1)
(61 years earlier)
The monks of the Xiaolin Temple chattered about the events currently going on. The temple was about recieve a new student, and it was rumored that this student was one of the few fabled 'Chosen Ones'.
About five years earlier, the monks had heard that a lost descendent of the great Grand Master Dashi had given birth to a new heir. The descendent herself had died due to complications of birth, but her son lived. Guardianship of the child was granted to the father, the descendent's husband.
The monks notified the father about the child's significance, and that the child must be trained as soon as he came into age, but the father would not listen.
He claimed that his son would be a farmer, as he is, and that the boy would never be the 'ruler of you crazy magick people'.
The sad thing was, he never lived long enough to make sure this would never happen.
When the boy was about four and a half years old, his father was involved in an accident. He had fallen off of his horse while plowing his fields and had broken his neck. He lived, but not for much longer.
The father had been sick for two months until, one night, he went quietly during his sleep.
The boy's aunt had discovered the boy next to his father's body the next morning.
The boy's guardian from then on was his father's sister, or his aunt.
The temple had sent a letter to the boy's aunt saying that the boy was old enough to be trained.
His aunt had agreed for the boy to be trained, because unlike her brother, she believed that her nephew was destined for something much more than just being a farmer.
When the boy arrived at the temple, he would not speak to anyone, until one day a monk by the name of Hui came up to him. Hui was different than the other monks. He was in his late 20s, and was very idealistic.
"Hello there."
The boy just stared.
"Ahh, I guess you're the silent type, right?"
The boy blinked.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'. My name is Master Hui, but you can call me Hui, just not infront of those other 'formal' monks. They believe that it's wrong to call someone older than they are by the first name. As if someone is older than them." Master Hui told the little boy.
The boy found interest at the ground and turned his gaze downward.
"What's your name?" Master Hui asked.
The boy stared at Master Hui. No one at the temple asked for his name. They just called him 'boy'. The boy noticed that Master Hui was younger than the other monks, but not quite young. Master Hui had brown eyes and black hair.
"You're not going to talk, are you?" Master Hui questioned.
"Name... is..."
Master Hui listened.
"Dashi, Dashi Fung."
TBC