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I am sorry if there are grammar mistakes. I re-read these about four times to edit and mix before i post, but things always seem to slip my notice.

Without further ado,the next chapter :)

Chase Young looked down upon the unconscious dragon that had suddenly appeared upon his door. With his widely known habit for killing and consuming the rare animal, he found himself confused as to why one would willingly enter his territory.

Kneeling down to catch a better look, he noticed something was . . . off about the creature.

It was breathing heavily, and he's toned hearing could detect the rapid beating of it's heart, as if it was still panicking and in danger. There was blood dripping from a wound on its face and its feet were also bruised and swollen from the apparent running it had done.

Upon even closer inspection, he noticed that what he had was not an 'it' at all, but a 'she'.

The differences were small, but his long life had given Chase the knowledge he needed to notice the finer details, such as the feminine curve of her body and the smaller horns and longer tail. Male dragons also had more muscles underneath their rough scales, using force in fights instead of the slyness that was utilized by females.

Chase ran his hands along her to confirm the lack of muscles, and watched as the dragon turn and let out a groan.

He suddenly remembered hearing her faint plea for help before she passed out in front of him.

To any other human, it would have just sounded like a growl and slight hiss. But Chase was well versed in the tongue of the beast.

The Heylin warrior considered his options.

Without help, the dragon would not last long in her current condition. Between the harsh elements of the land he called home, and his feline warriors' fondness of playing with any living creature until they grew bored and ate it, he gave the dragon maybe am hour or two.

On the other hand, what good would a sick dragon do him? He would have to put the time and effort to make sure she was properly cared for until she was ripe enough for his tastes.

Chase sighed and placed his hands under the agile body, lifting it up into his arms and preparing to take it inside, before he was loudly interrupted by a very unwelcomed team.

" Chase! My man! It's been so long! You know your creepy cats have been patrolling your borders and tearing up anything that tries to come in?" the painted boy genius yelled, swooping in from the sky on one of his moronic robots.

Chase made sure to slam the door in the boy's face hard enough to cause some damage, proven with the loud yelp and smell of blood that entered the air.

The boy's crazy witch companion was not to be so easily rid of, however.

She slinked towards him; having some how gotten past his guards and entered his home. Draping her hands over his shoulders, she seemed to think he welcomed her advances.

Ever since he had momentarily lose control of his senses and almost pounced on her, she believed that, under all his malice and hatred, he desired her and it was just her lack of effort that prevented anything from happening.

He growled at Wuya, unwilling to put up with her antics.

" I thought I made my wishes quite clear. No one was to enter my domain unless I called for them."

Wuya gave her usual cackle.

" It is not your wishes I am following Chase, but your desires. For power, for glory, for, " she seemed to ignore the being he currently held close and rubbed herself against his arm, " other worldly desires".

Chase shook her off and headed toward his main chambers to place his, for lack of a better word, guest.

It seemed then that Wuya finally noticed the company.

" Is that what I think it is?" she asked, keeping pace with the dark lord's quick strides.

" Unless you are as feeble minded as your companion, it is. And, preempting another stupid question you are sure to ask, my plan is to have it regain its strength, and then add a new ingredient to my soup." Chase explained.

Wuya glanced down at the creature, watching, as its breaths grew shallower.

" Not sure if it's worth the effort" she critiqued.

Chase ignored her, and upon reaching his chambers, placed the blue dragon down on his silk sheets. Turning to the ancient witch, he lifted an eyebrow and stared down at her.

" If you have nothing else to report, you are excused from my presences and my domain"

Wuya glanced around the room that very few had ever gain access to.

" I was just here to tell you that those ridiculous monks have gained custody of the Dragon's Fang. I sensed its activation, but unfortunately, Spicer took more time than necessary to activate and bring his robot army. They were long gone by the time we had arrived."

Chase refused to surprised by the moronic twosome's mistakes. Suddenly, the name registered in his mind and his whole body heated up at the name of the Shen Gong Wu.

He remembered it well.

Turning to face the dragon on his bed, he gave a wave of his hand, allowing his cats to chase Wuya out and slamming the door behind her.

Leaning closer to her, he examined her carefully. He thought it was odd that a dragon would appear out of nowhere.

Sure enough, there was the taste of something sour in the air around her. A taste he knew too well.

It was magic.

Chase leaned away from her and considered his options.

If this was a normal human, touched by the Dragon's Fang, there were serious consequences to be had. To obtain the power this particular Wu offered, you had to give up something precious to you. And it wasn't something given by choice.

The Fang knew what a person treasured, took it, and left power and destruction in it's place.

The Heylin warrior wondered how such a dangerous Shen Gong Wu was allowed to be lost to the sands of time for so long, before coming to the conclusion that the Xiaolin dragons were ignorant of it's true potential.

Still, a regular human would not be able to handle the force of the Wu. It would eat them from the inside out, consuming their very essence, until they were just a husk. Then it would move on to its next victim.

If that was the case, he was better off locking this pitiful creature away and waiting until it was dust in the wind.

Meanwhile, while Chase was distracted by thoughts of what to do with this unexpected situation, he failed to notice the subtle movements of said creature behind him.

The young dragon stirred and opened its eyes. As the world came into focus, her surroundings were, once again, unfamiliar.

The last thing she remembered was that she had to run away.

It did not matter that she had no idea where she was going or even who she was, just that she had to get away from those creatures who were trying to harm her.

Lifting her head, she finally noticed the room she was in.

Completely different from the previous room, this room seemed to be carved from darkness itself.

All around, walls of solid onyx surrounded her. A flickering fireplace stood in the corner, giving the room an eerie glow.

She saw that she was placed on a large bed in the center of the room, with a fabric as soft as clouds and red as blood underneath her.

Then, she noticed the figure loomed above her.

He was facing the fireplace, and she watched the flames dance in his golden eyes. Eyes that had narrow slits like hers.

Yet that was the only similarities they held, for it then occurred to her that this creature looked just like the ones that tried to harm her.

The sapphire dragon considered the possible routes she was about to take.

She could alert him to her presences, like before. But it was likely that a similar situation would result.

However, she had no idea how to get out of there or where to run to.

Overall, she decided she would take her chances and distract the creature while she escaped.

Tensing all the muscles in her body, she leapt toward the figure and bared her fangs, hoping to draw blood.

Unfortunately, he was too quick. Grabbing her by the throat, he raised her above his head and glared at her.

Despite her knowing that it would probably do her no good, she tried to choke out a threat.

" Release . . . . . me."

His grip grew stronger around her throat, and though she struggled and thrashed, she couldn't get away.

" After you asked for my help and received it, you would run from your savior?"

The dragon stopped her movements, so surprised was she that she could understand his words.

After a moment of stillness, the man loosened his grip.

" Now now, nothing to say?" he asked with a smirk.

She didn't like his tone, but spoke to him never the less.

" I don't know why you can understand me or I you, but please let me go. I mean no harm."

The male 'tsked' at her and moved her back into the bed, still pinning her down by her throat.

" We speak the same tongue, young one. And I would not call you aiming to rip apart my throat harmless."

Letting her go, he watched her scrambled away from him.

" Creatures like you tried to harm me. I was just protecting myself. I was not really aiming to kill."

She had no real obligation to explain, but if he was telling the truth and had helped her, she might as well be truthful in return.

The man narrowed his eyes and crawled closer until she could feel his breath upon her body.

" There are no creatures like me. This is just one form of mine. Called humans"

" Well, humans have caused me a large about of trouble in the small time I have been around" she replied, refusing to back away.

The man leaned back.

" Where have you been before that?" he questioned.

The dragon looked around, unsure of what to say. Finally, she signed and relaxed her body against the soft material beneath her.

" I remember waking up this morning. I don't know where I am from, or where to go. I'm lost, I suppose. It isn't normal, is it?" she asked, turning towards him. " I know the names of things and how to speak and act. I know that it was morning, and now it is night. But I have no name, not for what I am or my particular being."

The man stood from the bed and walked to his door, not looking back at her. Opening the door, he spoke in hushed tones to whoever was waiting outside, before closing it again and turning to look at her.

" I cannot give you all your answers. But you are called ' dragon'. Those of your kind are found in cultures all over the globe, but here, in China, you are revered, but considered a mythological creature. Humans do not believe in you anymore, except those privy to the truth." he replied, standing still and peering at her with those golden eyes that unnerved her.

Moving towards the man, she perched herself upon the side of the bed.

" If I am a dragon, and human are the ones who attacked me and do not believe in me, what are you, who knows so much?" she questioned in a slow tone.

A tense moment passed. Then, before she could prompt him again, his whole form grew.

Scales grew through the heavy armor he wore. A tail and snout grew, and those cold eyes seemed to smolder and turned animalistic, especially when they set their sights upon her.

She wanted to recoil, but he was upon her before she could move.

Hot breath rolled over the side of her face, and she could hear the snap of his large fangs as he spoke.

" I am more than you can understand, little dragon."

Suddenly, a brush of air blew past her and the man was once again standing before him, sans clothes of course.

Modesty, however, was a human quality. She stared blatantly at him, unsure of how to react.

Fear was the strongest emotion, but confusion and curiosity were also swimming through her head.

It wasn't until a scratching upon the large doors interrupted their moment, that the dragon looked away, watching as the man, now wearing long black pants, went to answer it.

She watched as large cats pushed a cart of savory smelling food towards here. They bowed to the man and left as swiftly as they came.

In that moment, the dragon wondered what she had gotten herself into.

Chase watched the azure dragon lean toward the food he had his servants bring in, her eyes glazed in desire, but still weary of him.

There was something odd about this creature

A weak human would be drained in a few hours by the Fang.

A strong human might last up to a week, but start feeling the effects as soon as a few days.

This one, however, seemed to be growing stronger.

It was like she was embracing the power. Still new to it, she held no idea what she had brewing within her. Yet she was adapting. Growing with it, incorporating it to her very being.

That kind of power, with the right tutelage, could be very useful to him.

He had been looking for a distraction anyway, and this young one could provide it in many different ways, Chase though, appraising the way her scales flickered in the light and the lithe way her body moved, like a dancing flame.

Approaching her, he grabbed a platter containing raw meat and vegetables.

As he offered it to her, he observed as she leaned in, opening her hungry mouth and revealing rows of sharp, white fangs.

Suddenly, he pulled it away from her and watched in amusement as her jaw snapped around empty air.

Her glare held promises of pain for him, which entertained him to no end.

" Nothing is free, little dragon. If you wish for food and shelter, you must give something in exchange." he explained, carefully picking up a thick morsel of meat and dropping it into his own mouth.

" What do you want? I have nothing to offer but myself." she replied, looking angrily at him as he chewed.

" And that is precisely what I want. I want to train you to fight and control yourself and all you have to offer. In exchange, you will give me your unwavering loyalty."

The dragon looked away from him, obviously displeased.

" I am not so easily bought, with only the promise of food and a warm bed," she snapped.

Chase placed a finger under her chin to force her to look at him. She looked like she was seriously considering biting his finger off, but thought better of it and settled for a glare.

" I am not just offering my hospitality and all that it offers. I am offering you a place to belong. A home"

Her sharp turquoise eyes soften at the thought.

" . . . Do you swear not to abandon me the minute I displease you? I foresee that happening often." she replied, not breaking eye contact.

" I swear to you. Do you give me and only me your uttermost loyalties?" he replied.

A firm nod was all it took.

Placing a finger upon her mouth, he gently ran a finger over one of her glistening fangs, cutting through his skin and letting a drop of his blood soak through, watching as she swallowed.

" Welcome home, Lan-Ying" he said, standing up and giving her access to the banquet before her.

Striding to the door to leave her to her peace and to get use to her new surroundings, he turned to her one last time.

" I am Chase Young. Call me Master when we train or in front of company."

With that, he disappeared out the door.

As always, I appreciate the feedback, as long as it is helpful, not just mean nonsense.

Like I said, I will try to keep a schedule with this story, but life is unpredictable, so we shall see. Still, I promise to not abandon this story. It will be my summer project. So if I go awhile, it's just me brainstorming or with writers block, not me going " forget it" and leaving it alone.

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