Sorry that this chapter took a while but now that it's up I hope you enjoy.

I'd like to give a big shout out to HALLO FREAK for being the first reviewer ever on this story.

I do not own XIAOLIN SHOWDOWN. This is purely fan made.

In the shadows cast by the mighty temple, an unknown masked thief, dressed in black attire, carefully sneaked and scurried past every building until one in particular came into his sight.
He skidded to a hault and intsantly regreted doing so as the gravel beneath his feet crunched and snapped.
Carefully, he peeked around the door in search for a guard and sighed in relief when he was certain the area was clear.
He walked through the doorway, confident of what he was doing, and stopped in the middle of the room.
With a clenched fist he dealt a fearsome blow to the ground underneath and pain surged through his arm as he made contact, but he didn't flinch.
As a warrior, he couldn't flinch. It only showed weakness.
The floor suddenly gave way and revealed a hidden stairway leading down into a secret chamber.
The thief made his way into the unknown.

"Well, I better try and get some rest," Kimiko said as rose to her feet. "What about you?"

"Nah, I'm going to stay out here for a while," Raimundo replied.

"Alright, I'll see you in the morning."

"Sweet dreams," he said as the girl disappeared from his sight. "Alright, time to get down to business."
He headed towards a large building. The building where they stored all the Sheng Gong Wu they had managed to keep from the clutches of their annoying, yet persistant, enemy, Jack Spicer.
He strolled in through the door and saw the open vault which lay before him.

The thief opened up the small slot embedded in the circular wall of the chamber and took out a long golden sword. The sword of the Storm.
He had already equipped himself with a blue sash, a black cloak, a golden claw, a pendent in the shape of an eye, and a pair of sandles.

"You're not a very good thief."

He turned to find the source of the sudden voice that echoed throughout the vault.
A tall boy with spikey brown hair wearing black robes stood between the thief and his way out.

"Looks like I'm not the only one with a new look. Right? Spicer?"

The thief glared at the Xioalin monk.

"If you know what's good for you you'll put the Wu back and leave."

The thief responded by spinning on the spot and swiping the golden claws in the air.
Reality spilt apart to create a portal leading into the unknown and he pounced inside the rift.

"Oh no you don't," Raimundo said as he dove inside the portal mere seconds before it sealed itself.

The rift opened up in the grounds outside the vault and the thief tumbled out with Raimundo hanging on tightly to the blue sash now in the thief's possession.
Raimundo struggled to keep his grip as the intruder got to his feet and tried to flee, dragging the dragon of the Wind along the roughness of the earth beneath.
Suddenly the masked menace lifted his left leg, quickly swirled round on the toes of his right and delivered a swift blow to face.
The grip on the sash instantly loosened as the brunette faded from concouisness while the thief vanished into the night.

"Rai? Raimundo?" a voice echoed.

The voice seemed to be coming from a distance.

"Raimundo partner, get up."

The voices drifted further and further away.

"Dragon of the Wind," growled a deep fearsome voice.

Raimundo slowly opened his eyes to locate the source of the voice, but all he saw was nothingness.
His eyes ajusted to the black oblivion.
His body felt extremely heavy; his limbs would not move.

"Why can't I move?" he asked himself.

"The darkness will destroy you, get up," the voice growled

The brunette simply lay there.
Movement in the oblivion drew the young warrior's attention.
Long black tentacles were squirming towards him.
He struggled to get up; to get away, but all attemps failed.

"I...I can't," he said, trying with all his might.

He felt a tentacle wrap itself around his right ankle, another around his left arm, two around his left leg.
It wasn't long before he was completely overwhelmed by them.

A faint light shone from the mass of tentacles and grew brighter and brighter.
The tentacles withdrew back into the darkness and Raimundo stood tall bathed in light.
A golden dragon appeared before him.

"Young dragon, you have much to learn and such little time to do so," it grolwed.

Raimundo stood in awe, amazed by the sight.

"You must find the crystal of Yin before it's too late."

The great golden dragon started to disappear and the darkness faded away.

Raimundo was now sitting staring into the eyes of the friends in front of him: a short boy with an unusually large head, a tall muscular boy with a brown cowboy's hat, and a short Japanese girl.

"Rai, what happened?" asked the girl.

Raimundo sat up and rubbed his head and groaned from the pain from the night before.

"Are you okay, partner?"

"As good as I can be."

"Guys!" A small green dragon rushed over to the four monks. "We've been robbed! The Golden Tiger Claws, Third Arm Sash, Sword of the Storm, Eye of Dashi, Shroud of Shadows and Fancy Feet are gone."

Raimundo snapped to attention. "That's right. Jack Spicer stole the Shen Gong Wu and knocked me out."

"You're saying that no good snake in the grass Spicer got the better of you?"

The embarrassed and ashamed look on his face told them the story.

"Whoa." Dojo suddenly started shaking violently and groaning. "A new Shen Gong Wu just activated."

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