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Chapter 5: between the lines
A chilling wind swept the dust at his heels. He stood in awe at then event that still lingered on his lips. So many things were rushing around his head that it seemed he was almost thoughtless. One thing stood out from the rest, why? The start of so many questions. Why does she want me to give a message? Why master Fung? Why this item? Why him? Why did she kiss him? And most of all, why did it feel the way it did?

A gentle gust of wind caressed his hair and face. The soft fiction of her lips sending him into a dream. The fragrance of lavender and strawberries filled his nostrils and he could almost taste it through her lips. Sunrays drenched them in its pure golden light and warmth. He was peaceful, the storm of his troubles far away as blossom fluttered down on them. No pain, no rules. Just how he had always wanted it.

"What in the name of Dashi happened here?"

Ashocked voice from beside him snapped him out of his daydream. The small green lizard slithered next to his right foot and looked up at the very blank Raimoundo.

"Well… kid, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm cool. We should get the guys home."

Dojo looked at the dragon of wind with confusion in his pitch black eyes as Rai went to pick up Omi and Kimiko. They were so limp, like rag dolls. He had to check their pules to be sure they were still with him…at least, in spirit. He opened one of Omi's eyelids to see a swirling black cyclone in it, which engulfed his entire eye. A marking faded onto his head that resembled a bird like the necklace but it had swaying lines from it's stomach to it's mouth and they just escaped it. He looked over to Kimiko and the same appeared on her forehead. Raimoundo slung each of his fallen comrades over his shoulders carefully and turned to the enlarged from of Dojo. The dragon had dug Clay out of his rock coffin and places the Texan worrier on his scaly back. Rai took one last look at the sky and then walked mournfully over to the dragon.

"Hay, what happened back there? I've never seen anyone kick your butts as good as this."

Rai continued to look down blindly at the patterned scales of his only conscious friend. What once was good is gone, but will return for revenge that was the message, but what did it mean? Obviously it means she has some unfinished business, but what did Master Fung ever do to her? And he's never mentioned her before. Maybe Dojo knew something.

"Dojo, do you know who that girl was?"

"Hmmm… nope, never seen her before. Don't know what she has against us. She could be brain washed by Chase, or Wuya. Why do you ask? Does it have anything to do with what happened? By the way that's the third time I've asked."

"Sorry Dojo. I can't tell you until I've told Master Fung. She gave me a message for him. I was hoping you might know something so I can try and determine the message."

Dojo looked at the emotionless look on Rai's face. It must be hard to have witnessed what happened. Maybe if he hadn't been such a coward, Dojo could have helped. Then again he might have ended up like the others. He saw a single tear trickle reluctantly from the emerald eye of his human friend. Yes, Rai was human and even though he wasn't, Dojo still felt like one.

A silhouette drifted over the deep blue tiled roofs of the temple. A refuge where the weak would rest and worriers would become strong. It had been that way for many hundreds of years. The monk masters always willing to teach those who were willing to be taught. But one story taints the generosity of the pure place of tranquil bliss. One that has been hidden because of the shame it brings on the masters. Dojo landed swiftly at the gate to the temple. Master Fung stood at the entrance awaiting their arrival. Rai heaved himself off the dragon and carried the unconscious worriers over to their master.

"Raimoundo, what has happened?"

He looked up at Master Fung's saddened face. The lines were deeper into his skin; it made him look so much older than he was. His eyes to had changed; they were misty and cold. It was a big difference from his welcoming sky blue eyes. But he didn't have time to worry about that now.

"I think we should go inside."

"Why is there something you need to tell me?"

"Yes, but I think it would be better if we talked about it inside."

Whenever something was bothering Raimoundo, he would take on a more responsible attitude. This was no different. Though the teen was a show off, he was still responsible in his own way. Yes, he may do things and doesn't think of the consequences. But he always ends up redeeming himself in the end. After placing the others in the healing chamber for the other monks to tend to, Rai and Master Fung sat in the meditation chamber talking of the events that had happened… and of the message.

"She told me to give you this as well. I don't know why."

He threw the golden pendant to his master and watched as the elder monk examined it. His creased eye sockets widened in fear and a very slight gasp made Rai very worried.

"What is it?"

"This is most troubling. I'm afraid that we are in grave danger."

Raimoundo looked confused, what could be more dangerous than the threats they are up against so far. Master Fung noticed the confusion on the young monks face and closed his eyes, trying to convince himself it wasn't true.

"You say the message she gave you was 'what once was good is gone, but will return for revenge', is this correct?"

Rai nodded slowly, hanging on every word his master now spoke.

"it means that a former student is returning to the temple, but not, as Clay would say 'on a happy trip to home sweet home'. There is only one person who could have this in their possession, and I'm ashamed to say that it's…"

His words were cut short as rubble cascaded ominously from the high roof of the meditation chamber. They sharply rose to their feet and avoided the deadly shards, both master and pupil drowned in a pool on dust.

"I should be ashamed of you not the other way around, grandfather."

Rai looked up through the fleeing dust, the girl's words still lingering in his ears. The truth was shocking as was the look of pure despise in the red eyes looming over their heads. Now he wishes he had not known what was between those lines.

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