Here comes the master

The earth shattered with a mighty BAM, as the nearby flowers wilted and the roots began to burn to a crisp. Dark heylin magic glowed around like a Christmas globe and the emerald, scaly dragon Dojo shuddered in Clay's boots.

The xiaolin dragons' breaths hitched and the heylin warriors stood befuddled, with the exception of Jack who couldn't help but scream. Anyone in his place would have done the same if they were to suddenly be interrupted from a showdown by foreign, insidious magic.

"Chase Young, is this your doing?" Omi asked, looking hopeful at the heylin warrior. Clearly, he thought such an astounding display of heylin power could only come from Chase.

"I'm afraid not, little one. This pitiful spectacle, all flash and no substance could only be part of a reckless plot. Your work I presume, Bean?" Chase said smugly, eyeing the thorn in his side, Hannibal Roy Bean.

"Why Chase, I was just about to ask you the same thing," Hannibal said, perched atop Ying Ying.

"It doesn't matter which one of you made this, we're going to stop you!" Raimundo said, determination in his voice.

The green globe grew bigger and bigger emanating green flames. It spun around until, it slowly receded back into the earth, thick, murky smoke clouding everyone's vision.

"Oh, man! I knew I should have brought the infrared glasses," Jack whined and Wuya hissed near him, "Quiet, Jack."

Omi had his hand near his eyes, staring right ahead while Chase Young's slit pupils glared, readying himself from an attack. Clay was holding his lasso mightily, breathing deeply with anticipation.

Kimiko concentrated her star hanabi and her fiery temper on whoever was disturbing the status quo, and Raimundo stood protectively in front of his friends.

The heylin side, on the other hand, was very much scattered. Opportunistic and manipulative Hannibal in a tree, Chase Young at the center, itching for a fight and thinking of all the maneuvers he would have to employ in order to protect his little reluctant apprentice. Wuya sat to the left, bored with her hands crossed looking disapprovingly at Jack who was on the left side, hugging his robots.

"Well, well, it seems like the new spell worked. Wouldn't you agree, little Chase?" a playful voice said as the smoke dissipated. It was Omi except it was not really Omi, but an older-looking man, who very much looked like the xiaolin dragon of water. He was dressed in imposing black and blue clothes with beautiful, intricate armor which reminded the dragons instantaneously of Chase Young. He seemed sturdy, graceful but also powerful just in the way he carried himself, with a knowing grin as he assessed everyone. The grin grew wider and wider.

It took a while for Omi to notice, because he was transfixed for a long time on his older counterpart, but behind him stood a child monk, who seemed to be Omi's age and who very much resembled Chase Young.

Everyone's eyes grew as big as saucers. Surprisingly, it was Jack Spicer who snapped out of it first "Alright, this is too much! Two cueballs? And what's with the mini Chase?"

Older Omi turned around to see Jack, smiled deceptively sweet and said "Jack Spicer, I presume? I always knew you would make a good heylin warrior."

"But, but…" Jack stammered, remembering the countless attempts of young Omi to turn him to the xiaolin side.

"Now let's see if you are a formidable one," he said, before leaping into the air, forming an ice spear, and throwing it at the frightened teen. All of this, in mere seconds.

Jack didn't even have time to take a step back before a robot flew between them, sacrificing itself for the sake of its master. The icy sphere penetrated the robot's chest right where a human heart would have been located. Shrapnel exploded all around and the poor jackbot's lights dimmed. Jack's knees gave out, holding his robot's head to his chest and muttering "J-jack bot 107-r?"

Older Omi took Jack's chin in his hands and said, "Such loyalty from one's creations, commendable, but slow reflexes. What if the robot had not gotten there in time?"

The silence that followed was deafening.

"Next time we meet I expect you to hone your reflexes," he told him, very much in a fatherly tone, advising a lazy offspring to shape up.

Jack whimpered and nodded, his eyes big and bottom lip quivering.

"Omi, stop," child Chase Young said, eyebrow furrowed. "Let's just get out of here." He ran to Omi's side, putting his hands on his armor, tugging. Older Omi smiled and patted his head.

"Patience, little one. I quite enjoy this reverse dimension," he said wistfully.

Younger Omi stared, feeling extremely guilty for his counterpart's actions. He did not want to harm Jack Spicer irreparably, or almost kill him. Happily, Jack was not hurt, physically.

Raimundo put his hands on Omi's shoulder, steadying him.

"That looks like Omi…" Kimiko whispered.

"That snake's a dang far sight different from the Omi we know…" Clay muttered.

"Don't worry, Omi. We are here," Rai said, hugging him.

"What he said," Dojo replied, coiling around the young xiolin dragon's head.

"My friends, should we fight?" the child monk asked, worried.

Meanwhile, the older Chase Young was staring at adult Omi, fascinated. He always knew his little one had the ability to become like him, and, different dimension or not, it was time to test his dear protégée.

"Omi," Chase's voice rang out. Both Omis looked at him. One of them was wide-eyed and far too trusting, the other was sly and eager to converse.

"I must say I am truly impressed. I look forward to testing you and finding out all your little secrets."

"Chase Young, words cannot express how exalted I feel, seeing what my little one could become. As for prying secrets from me…you are welcome to try."

"My friends, first Jack Spicer was in a squeeze, and now I am unable to tell which opponent will be most burdened by trouble," young Omi whispered.

"In a pinch," Rai corrected gently.

"Well, this is interesting. Let's see how old Chase holds up against an evil version of Omi," Hannibal said, while flying a bit away from the action, perched on his trusted Ying Ying.

The two opponents faced each other off, stiff and formal. Chase bowed traditionally, and older Omi copied his moves, gracefully, like a swan. Each of them had a mocking expression on their faces, and faster than one could blink Chase lounged, with a kick right near Omi's head, meant to incapacitate him, to knock him out cold.

Omi saw through the move as he parried it with his arm, almost forming a protective shield. Then, he thrust Chase back and gyrated around, trying to hit Chase Young with his feet. Chase took hold of one of them and tried to spin Omi backward, but his dimension displayed older warrior smirked, as he grabbed Chase's face, shoving it to the right, muscles cracking, forcing Chase to let go of his leg and using Chase's back to gently and flawlessly, spring behind him, almost like dancing.

Annoyed Chase began to levitate, bringing his Kwan-Dao sword up, "Be prepared, Omi."

"I was born ready," older Omi gloated as he too began to levitate and say "Ice!"

Impressive shurikens appeared in Omi's hands. He threw them at Chase, one of them hitting his shoulder, drawing blood. Younger Omi cried, a bit distressed. He tried to go there, to stop his older version from hurting someone he cared about. It was the same idea little Chase had. However mini Chase rushed to the xiaolin monks' side first and told them, rapidly "You've got to help make them stop fighting."

"Are you, Chase Young?" Kimiko asked.

"I am Xiaolin dragon of water Chase. Please, help!" he said hurriedly.

Younger Chase stared at younger Omi.

"Do not worry, my honorable new friend I, Omi, also a xiaolin dragon of water, will make older Chase Young sees sense. Let us hurry." He announced and took hold of little Chase's hand.

"Omi, wait!" Raimundo and Kimiko said.

"Slow down, partner," Clay added.

All the monks ran after younger Omi.

Older Chase was faring quite well against older Omi, ducking and rolling in the air. Each of them used different kung fu moves like the lotus strike and the hokey pokey. Neither one announced their strikes, relying on tiger instincts and experience to win the fight.

"Stop!" young Omi and Chase bellowed.

The two adversaries surprised for a moment ceased, each one noticing how older Omi had a shuriken to Chase's neck, and Chase had his Kwan Dao sword to Omi's heart.

"Should we consider it a draw?" Chase Young asked while older Omi looked into little Chase's pale face, and nodded.

The two of them descended. Once their feet hit the earth young Chase bolted, embracing older Omi, and said, "Don't fight like that again. You're not allowed to leave me alone."

Older Omi patted his head and said "It wouldn't have come to that, little one."

Older Chase looked at younger Omi, who gazed at him affectionately and said, "Chase Young, it is most wonderful that you are in one piece."

"Wonderful?" Raimundo asked, raising an eyebrow.

Chase teleported himself to Omi's side, patted him on the head, and said, affectionately yet sinisterly, "I wonder, little one if you'd be just as pliant as my naïve younger version if I were the only person alive to care for you…"

Omi's blood ran cold.