** It was notified to me that I accidentaly re-posted the first chapt. -language!- Well, here's the for real second chapt.
After a lot of thought and reasearch, I decided to write this in journal form. This will be tough, seeing I get dis- Oooo, ice cream! On the other hand, I will try to update every other Monday until May 9th, 2012. (All pairings are just my opinoin. Any sugesstions [any slashes are immediatly incintigrated] are welcomed.) There will be longer than normal pauses during winter, spring, and summer break due to family matters (*cough* vacations without technology *cough*). Enough excuses, on with the story!
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Bi's Journal
Gawd, Robin is such a jerk. Actually, there are a lot of words that could describe Robin, and they aren't that nice.
On the other paw, (sorry, hand) I get to go to an amazing new territory and find inspiration for new animals. Yay me! But until then, I have a bunch of killjoys on my back, following directions from Space.
The seating arrangements were something like this: On me was Aqualad, Hotspot, Kole, and occasionally, Beastboy. With Di on a shadow dragon was Raven, Thunder, and Kilowatt. The only one who rode on the western fire dragon, otherwise known as Flames, was Lightning. Ha, I almost feel bad for him.
"We should be approaching the loop-hole soon!" I bellow at Flames and Di. It turns out the 'mystery dojo' was in a different dimension and the 'high reveiws' were from Space, but she knew the teacher personally. This 'Master Fung' dude helped train our teachers: the dragons of fire, wind, earth, and water. I just hope they look cool, and I might get some ideas for elemental animals.
The shadow dragon that Di conjoured up looked like the skeleton of a dragon, but it's bones were as black as nightmares and it was thrice as scary. How good of a description is that? For Flames, your standered western dragon. Built like a barrel and had substancial wingspan. Colored a bright scarlet, Flames's figure was laced in harmless, dancing flames.
Well, Robin (jerkface) ordered us to use our citizen identities. Mine's Beatrice. Come on, how dorky does that sound? Well, at least it isn't as bad as Beast Boy's, his is Garfeild.
"Vortex, ho!" Di called.
In order to describe the vortex, stare at a bright light and then shut your eyes quickly. See the multicolored lights under your lids? That's the color of vortexes. Now, imagine a ball the size of an elephant. Got that? Now, multiply that by about six and that's the size of the vortex. Why haven't you seen one before? This one can only be seen by dragons and shade-creatures. Others can be seen by certian spiecies, like cows, dodo birds, and gorillas. How else could you explain the dodo birds extinction?
It was a scary ride in the vortex. Not scary fast, scary holy God scary. Space briefed me, Di, and Flames on this a little bit. But this was something else. Our past were opened like a book, ripped out, shuffled, and played on the silver screen. I saw a small blonde kid having a siesure and his parents inject him with a syringe full of a green substance. A teenage girl, running away from two people screaming nonsence. Bombing happening and ashes rained down on a small boy, no older than two. A different boy, being stolen by mini godzilla-fish people. Another girl, in a white cloak, looked out at the destuction of a once beautiful city.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Flames turn into a Firebyrd. Firebyrds cry dimonds and pearls drop from it's mouth when it mourns. Lightning was in it's talons, and was trying to dodge the river of diamonds and pearls. Little known fact: dragons die if they cry. I swiftly changed into a large, white buffalo with a large, beaver-like tail and six, stubby legs.
After we exited from the vortex / worm hole, me and Flames had to fly around and regain our composure. Once that happened, I turned into my original form, an eastern dragon with scales the color of moonlight and a mane that shimmered like the sun. My stag-like horns were the exact shade of gold, and my fangs and talons shimmered between silver and platinum. My mile-long body twisted and turned with the wind currents like a ribbon.
I think I see the dojo! Flames reported. Our dragon trio began our decent to the blue-tiled roofs, when Flames called, I bet I could make it there faster than you guys! She said gleefully, and tucked in her wings.
"Your so on." Di retorted. She hissed something, and the shadow dragon flapped hard and fast towards the ground.
"Not if I get there first!" I bellowed in a rich voice. I grabbed wingfuls of the air and hurtled myself towards the ground. My bones cracked and popped, and my muscles screamed for me to glide. I didn't stop until I passed Flames, at a good thirty hundred miles per hour. The ground was racing towards me, and the wind was screaming in my ears.
I howled with the sheer adrenaline rush.
"Hang on!" I screeched at my passengers.
Ten tousand feet.
Nine thousand feet.
Eight tnousand feet, close eyes.
Seven thousand feet.
Six thousand.
Five thousand, think light thoughts.
Four thousand.
Three, cleansing breath.
Two.
` SHIFT!
An earth shattering crash reverberated across the mountians. At the last second, I turned from a high-attack animal to a high-defence animal. Basically, I turned into a several tonnon, living rock animal called a boulderine. In that fraction of a second, I transformed and shifted my four passengers to underneath me. When we should have ended up as grease spots, there was a huge crater.
Streaking behind me was lighter Flames, who dove into the side of a wall, turning herself and Lightning into ashes. Di's shadow dragon came last and daintily floated to the mulitated ground.
"Next time, I'll just walk. I don't care how far it is." Aqualad complained as he and my other passengers crawled out from under the cavernous space under me., looking green around his gills. Beast boy also looked greener than normal. Kole shakilly got to her feet and Hotspot embraced the ground.
Flames and Lightning reformed, and Lightning congradulated Flames on her 'fancy flying' and 'perfect landing'. Pfft, any landing you can walk away from is a good landing. As I uncurled from my defencive position. First, I whip my forked tail around to make sure danger had dissapeared ('Arrggh! Stop that!'). Then I untuck my muti-jointed legs from under me and see if the ground is stable ('Aftershock! Get down!'). I finally stretch out my turtle-like neck and open my eyes. The head of a boulderine has a pointed chin with the top of it's head tapered into three seperate points. The facial features were a cross between a cat and a rock, and it's face was as flat as slate. Turning my head slowly back and fourth, I saw the mess my landing had made. Shattered pots, splintered trees, and a caved in building.
"Hurry, it might get the Wu!" an unknown voice called.
Aw crap.
"Guys we might want to get ready for a fight." Beast Boy and I said at the same time. I turned into a speedy desert creature called a sandscrit, and it basically looks like an starved lizard-slash-human with large, hollow spines on it's sholders and down it's back. Flames gathered cinders and coals and placed them at entrances around the ruined courtyard. Di conjored up an army of shadow creatures, mainly the essences of big cats and fallen warriors. While we were preparing, I heard a small buzzing voice sing, "Shen-gon-wu! Shen-gon-wu! Mine-all-mine!" I chose to fallow the buzzing silently.
"Manchrian Musca!" The buzzy voice said. Standing before me was a moderatly sized guy with flamy hair and albino looks. I fallowed him to a room with a large orange cauldron in the center. He went to one wall and rang some chimes in a certian order, and a set of stairs appeared around the couldron decending into a underground cavern. I tip-toed in after him. In an off-key voice, he sang the same song again. "Shen-gon-wu! Shen-gon-wu! Mine-all-mine!"
In the walls of the decending, spiraling staircase there were drawers, and each drawer had an unusual object in it. He said what I belive was the name of the object. "Orb of Tornami, Sword of the Storm, Lasso Boa Boa, Eagle Scope, Ruby of Ramses," This guy never shuts up.
"Eh-hem." I cleared my throught. Since I was still a sandscrit, it sounded like a growl mixed with a snarl.
"!" The albino screamed. "Who are you and how long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to realise that your stealing mystic objects of unimagiable price." My voice came out as a gutteral growl.
"Take the Wu! Just don't hurt me! I bruse easily." The guy wimpered.
"Fine," I snorted. "But first, tell me the names of these items and I'll let you go."
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(Shen-gon-wu notes are in seperate notebook)
So I walk out with a burlap sack full of heavily designed, shiny objects and a hostage tied to my tail with the Lasso Boa Boa. "Silence is key, Spicer," I told the albino. His first name was Jack. "There is a war zone close by, and if we ('we' as in 'you') are discovered, I would be able to run away. You, however, will have your soul banished to the Shadow Realm."
Jack 'shut the hole that made noise' and cooperated. While dragging him along the cold tiles of the eerie dojo, all senses were as acute as possible. A mouse squeak here, an ant there, a bald dude over there. Ya know, normal stuff. Wait a second, a bald dude? All the people were fighting in the courtyard.
"Chase Young! Prepare to fight!" The kid was about three feet tall and his skin was a curious yellow color.
"Who-" was all I could say before the kid had me tied up with Jack. Well, at least partially. To add to humility, he had me give him a piggy-back ride to the courtyard.
"Master Fung! I caught Spicer and Chase Young!" This short person loudly proclaimed to a taller, much older man with a grey mustache.
"Are you sure it's Chase? The color's off." A teen boy, presumably Brazilian, pointed out.
"Well, at least one person can tell I'm not the bad guy." I snarled. This was oddly satisfying.
"Beatrice?" My fellow Titans were flabberghasted.
"Will someone get Cheeseball off of my back and Albino freed before I snap?" I literaly growled at my freinds.
Di created a large draconic animal and simply stated, "Follow her orders." The draconic beast sliced the regular rope that binded me and untied Jack.
"Thanks." I sneered. I shifted into my humanoid form, a six foot tall caucasion teen girl with shoulder-length blonde hair.
Rubbing my wrist, I walked over to the Brasilian guy. He was a good half foot shorter than me. "Thanks for saying I not this 'Chase Young' guy." It was good to have my normal voice back. "As for you," I wirled around to the three foot tall kid. "Why did you tie me up?" Snarling, I fight the urge to rip his throught out.
"Um, precautions?" He spoke in a small voice.
Then I blacked out.
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When I woke up, I was in a room with paper walls. I'm guessing this was normal. I was laying on a straw mat, and my two suitcases were in there too. I pack relatively light, considering I can become deadly creatures. I had clothes for two weeks, personal hygeine equipment, my favorite accesories, and my creature files. I started unpacking.
There was a small dresser. I decided to put shirts and undergarments in first drawer, pants in second, and hygeine and accesories in bottom drawer. There was also a trunk at the head of the mat. I put all my creature files (42 notebooks) in there. After refolding my clothes for the tenth time, I went exploring. Walking down the endless hallways, I found myself singing Six Feet From The Edge by Creed.
"So young Dragons, what do you think of your new students?" I heard an aged, wise voice say.
"Master, they have much potential. The one shape-shifter is, how you say, a serpent." Cheeseball. What a -
"Snake, Omi." A voice with a southern twang corrected the Cheeseball. Wow, I couldn't have said that better myself.
"Well, she did stop Spicer from stealing the shen-gon-wu." A feminine voice pointed out. One point for me!
"We'll just have to keep a close eye on her." That Brazilian. I thought he was on my side. I punched the (stone) wall and ran. Once out of the temple, I flew. At the ocean, I swam to the ocean floor. By then I stopped thinking and was asleep.
Once I woke up, I slowly made my way back to the temple.
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Well, that is basically a week. Yes, it was a crossover. Sadly, I have a retarded computer that will automatically shut down internet windows if you close out of two related ones. Next will be Hotspot or Flames, who ever isn't picked will be third.
Love it? Hate it? Review it! I will try to make it better.
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Xiaolin Showdown by Warner Brothers.
Di, Flames, and Bi are owned by apersonfromflorida.
Side note, I will leave mini-quizzes at the end of each chapter. In the next chapter, the answer will be given and so will cyber-chocolate-chip cookies.
Quiz 1: The white, six-legged bufflo (sky bison) is featured in Avatar: the Last Airbender. What's his name?