Xiaolin Showdown does not belong to me.
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"Fire shall burn him, his ashes shall soar with the wind and shall fall upon earth once more," came the soothing voice of Master Fung to bring them out of their miserable thoughts.
They nodded. Omi would like that…he always wanted to be above it all, but liked having a place to fall back into.
The fine sheen of the water dragon's cheery cherry robes held no candle to the burning flames. Orange flickers licked at Omi's peaceful happy face and at the elegant embellishments that Master Fung bestowed upon his darling waif.
After the water dragon's small simple ceremony, the three elemental child dragons clutched at each other, their tears mingling and sinking to the temple floor in a tragic picture of beautiful simmering robes.
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Days and days rolled past in normality, but it was never the same. Kimiko cried rivers of angered anguish, Clay, ever so optimistic, carried a strained watery smile, Raimundo stood resentfully, Dojo slithering about without much gusto whilst Fung went about with a calm deeply lined face.
There was no ego fluttering and echoing about the temples walls nor the whispering swishes of swift kicks or punches. There was just somber silence and secret weeping.
Naturally, among all the chaos, nobody noticed the glossy black bird with glossy black eyes circling about slowly and meaningfully for a moment or two and then flying away.
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The glossy black bird with glossy black eyes perched upon the arm of the lounging man with a wild black mane and whispered with eyes the secrets of the Xiaolin temple.
"So…Omi died…" he drawled quite surprised.
Truth be told, the Dragon of the Water was his protégé, his clueless disciple and burning obsession for his nimble and flowing movements and his easily swayed judgment amused him. So he plotted and schemed to have the funny child.
"All my carefully planted plans…" he said with a whispered growl.
He paced; his face a mask of angered fury and furrowed brows. Nothing came out of the worthless pacing, so he sat upon his cold golden throne and thought some more.
"The Dragon of Water's abilities were very valuable and it would be a terrible shame to waste them…" he pondered as orange-red flames played upon his narrow face.
Finally he smiled a wicked smile when a thought rose about all other thoughts. It was simply evil.
He waved a gloved hand and a cloud of swirling black appeared before him. Inside that dark brooding cloud was a single orb that shined with hues of blue. It pulsed and shined quite merrily as the malicious clouds circled around it.
He waited with bated breath as the dark swirls rotated faster and faster around the shimmering orb. At last, the sapphire orb disappeared with a small pop and in its place was a teeny tiny sleeping form.