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"Yin, the dragon of darkness.
Yang, the dragon of light.
One cannot exist without the other.
However, as the planet evolves, the evil inside the hearts of the human race only help the dark being grow stronger, even in his dorment state.
There is more evil in the world than there is good.
And with that evil I will rule this world."
A dark figure emerged from a cloud of swirling smoke. Glowing red eyes pierced through the red haired boy like daggers.
The mere presence of the figure was overwhelming; the boy fell to his knees and clutched his chest, struggling for breath.
"This is only a fraction of my power. I am far stronger than you can imagine."
The boy raised his head with great difficulty to look up at the being towering over him.
The glowing eyes meet his gaze and the boy suddenly felt as if his body was being torn apart.
The pain was unbearable. He wished it would end.
As if his prayers were answered, he was surrounded by an intense silver light, and a silver dragon appeared before him.
"Your name," the dragon demanded.
The boy simply stared in awe; unable to find his voice.
"Your name," the dragon said again.
"Jack Spicer," the boy choked out.
The dragon soared down and enveloped the red head as he cried out in fear.
Jack bolted upright from his bed, crying out.
He quickly glanced around the room and sighed in relief when he saw the familiar sights in his basement.
However, the dream still haunted him.
Little did he know it was only the beginning.
In a temple, that stood strong and true, a girl with hair as black as the night sky, sat on the empty porch gazing up at the at the stars glittering above.
"Kimiko?"
The girl turned to the voice behind her.
A tall boy with spikey brown hair wearing his black Shoku robes stood by the doorway.
"It's late. What are you still doing up?" he asked.
Kimiko turned back to gaze up at the sky once again. "I can't sleep, I've got something on my mind. Anyway, why are you still up?"
"Master Fung has been teaching me in private. Some lessons can be much longer than expected, but he said I'm making great progress."
Kimiko smiled. It had been only a month since Raimundo became the Shoku warrior, and already he was stronger, faster, and more intelligent.
Not only that, he had grown more mature. He no longer played childish pranks or tease the others.
She would never admit it, but she was starting to miss the old Raimundo.
"So what's troubling you?"
Kimiko's smile faded. She wanted so much to tell him the strange dream she had.
The dream of a voice calling out for the chosen one.
But she didn't want to worry him.
"It's not important," she lied.
"'The time is drawing near.
The world will be consumed by fear.
Doom and destruction will reign,
But a hero will arise from pain.
The chosen warrior of light,
Will destroy the dragon of night.'
That is the prophecy that must not come true."
A dark figure, shrouded by the darkness of night, stood on a hill overlooking the temple, watching the two monks.
"I must deal with this chosen warrior before he learns of his destiny."
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