Xiaolin Showdown does not belong to me.

Chapter 12: Revelations (Part 3)

(2 minutes later)

Master Hui and Dashi Fung walked quickly to the museum. When they finally arrived, the archeologist ran outside.

"Help! The museum is under attack by a group of warriors!" he shouted at the two.

"We'll help you. I am Master Hui and this is my apprentice Dashi Fung. We're from the Xiaolin temple." Hui informed.

"Thank goodness it's you!"

Hui didn't hear what he had said because Hui ran inside.

"Forgive him. He's starting to lose his hearing because he's aging." Dashi quickly mused.

"DASHI!" Hui yelled.

"Yes, Master!"

"Apparently not..." the archeologist whispered.

Dashi ran inside the building to be knocked down by a teenager. After Dashi had gotten up and before he could chase the teen, a kid who looked no longer than eleven years knocked Dashi down again. After the kid, Hui ran out.

"Dashi! Stop fooling around!"

The teen had run to the horse stable and out not more than a minute later on a horse. The kid followed him, and emerged with a horse of his own. Hui followed them without a horse of his own.

'How foolish he can be sometimes.' Dashi thought.

He ran to the stables and came out with a black horse. The archeologist was long gone by now.

Hui was unable to keep running for long on his own. When he was about to stop running, Dashi appeared out of nowhere and offered his master a ride.

"What took you so long, Dashi?"

"Well, you know, Master, I couldn't find a horse that I really liked."

"There they are"
"With a saddle and the right color that matched the new color of my clothes."

"You know, if you spent as much time practicing your martial art techniques as you did your wit, you'd rival Grandmaster Dashi as a warrior."

"I thought I already did."

"Only in your mind, my very young apprentice. Now, get closer to them." Hui commanded.

Dashi and Hui were close to the teen and the kid and getting closer.

Dashi inched closer. The teen turned around and saw the warriors.

"Damn! They're following!" He shouted to the kid. The kid turned to look at turned then turned back. He reached into a burlap sack in his hands and pulled out a ancient silver dagger.

"Oh not good." said Hui.

The kid threw the daggar at Dashi, but missed horribly.

The teen glanced back. "What was that!"

"Don't blame me!"

The kid reached into the sack again and pulled a cube shaped object. He aimed it this time and threw it at Dashi's head.

The impact threw Dashi off of the horse. "Hey, that hurt!" He shouted at the disappearing kid.

Hui took control of the reins and kept control if the horse.

"One left, dopie!" the teen shouted. The hat that was on the teen's head fell off revealing bright red hair. "Got any other tricks?" He shouted.

The yellow skinned kid looked at him. He reached into his bag again and pulled a scroll out. He threw it without aiming and the scroll hit Hui's horse in the head. This caused the horse to stop and the horse went out of control. Hui was thrown out, but wasn't injured.

"HAHAHAHA! NO ONE CAN MESS WITH THE GREAT TEAM OF SPICER AND OMI!" the teen shouted. They eventually disappeared.

'Well, they certainly like to express themselves, don't they?' Hui thought. His horse ran off somewhere.

Hui walked back to Dashi.

"Are you alright, Dashi?"

"Yes, except for this!" He pointed to square shaped bruise on his head.

Hui snorted. "Well it is kind of hard to miss that..." And with that he started laughing.

Dashi rolled his eyes. "At the risk of sounding old, we are on a mission."

Hui wiped a tear. "You know, you're starting to sound like the other older monks, Dashi? But you are right."

"But I'm waaaaaaay to young to be as old as them."

"Let's go."

"Changing the subject, Master? I didn't know you were touchy about your age."

"I'm only twice your age, Dashi."

"Only?"

"We're on a mission, here."

"Uh huh. Whatever you say, Master."

Hui and Dashi walked back to the museum. The archeologist was back and managed to get rid of the small fire. He went up to them.

"Did you retrieve any of the stolen artifacts?"

"Well, umm, no." Hui replied.

"Except for the one the kid threw at me." Dashi whined. He handed the archeologist the small box.

"This is the artifact I notified the temple about!"

"Really? I guess it was lucky that it was thrown at Dashi's head..."

"Hey!" Dashi exclaimed.

"Okay, this artifact was made a puzzlebox, but used to trap an entity. While I studied at the Xiaolin temple, I read that the Grandmaster Dashi used a puzzlebox to trap the Heylin witch, Wuya. I believe that this puzzlebox is the same one."

"Really?" Dashi asked. The archeologist nodded. Dashi grabbed the puzzlebox and tried to open it.

"Dashi! What are you doing!" Hui asked.

"Seeing if this is the puzzlebox, but I can't open it."

"It's also written that it will open when the time is right."

Dashi stared at him. "Where do you get this stuff?"

The archeologist pointed at the box. Dashi looked at it. There were chinese characters on it.

"Oops."

TBC

Spoilers for next chapter: Hui dies, and that's all I have so far.