a/n: WHOOO! I'm back with another fanfic! It's now Xiaolin Showdown...and if you've read my other stories then you know it'll be filled to the brim with supernatural! XDDDD
Enjoy!
As always, none of the characters belong to me.
Long wars, no see
It was a fierce war. The winged Aians versus the dragon race Heylan. The Heylan king had gone to fight with his eldest son, a young Heylan named Chase Young, as his Aian queen stayed behind with its half brother, a little winged boy named Raikema.
But the hostilities of war were closing in…
She had nowhere to hide her child…
She felt it cling to her bosom, his little breaths adhere to her skin.
She wanted more for her child…her one and only child.
"Come out, winged wench, I know you are here…" she heard that bastard's voice boom throughout the shattered halls. She turned a corner and hid, hushing her child.
"Dear gods, I want this little one to live!" she mentally yelled as that monster passed nearby her. Then she saw a horrific sight…
Her little Chase, half dead, being dragged by his thick black mane, leaving a wide trail of blood in his forced path.
"Please gods of my people, bring forth dark lightning upon that devil and char his wicked heart…"she chanted as she made a break for it. The monster took notice and quickly followed suit, leaving Chase to die in the dark hallway…
They ran until they reached a cliff overseeing the red sea. The queen stared down as that miniature devil floated closer to her.
"Come now, you know your husband's dead…his son's just about to leave this godforsaken land…why don't you give that child and ease the pain?"
She turned and faced his defiantly.
"Because her children will rather die by their own swords than die by you…" a broken voice managed to say. Behind the rock adorning the gloomy surroundings, stood a trembling Chase.
"Chase!"
"Mother, you always said there was a better world for us to live…a world for us to fly…please take me there," Chase said as he limped to the queen's side.
The queen smiled and picked him up to her chest, and lulled him to sleep.
"How touching. One last embrace before defeat…"
The queen smiled as her white locks flowed with the soothing breeze. "You are wrong, Hannibal Bean…by the power given to me by the wind tribe…I give up my name to call upon the last sacred portal to which upon the Earth is found."
Immediately, the waters swirled about into a tunnel of no end. The queen smiled and set Chase down.
"Chase you are to take sanctuary until I come for you. You are to meet the Heylan witch, and hide. She remains loyal to us and will take care of..."
"But what if you don't come?"
"M'love, I promise I'll come…just take your brother and please do not forget your birthright…"
…And that was the last time Chase nor his brother Raikema ever saw of their mother or their kingdom again…