The Life of Guan
A small child, a monk, stood in the centre of his master's secret cave. He was wearing an orange Gi kit, and was completely bald, except for a tiny black ponytail.
He looks like Omi...only a lot different.
"I need to perfect my attack!" he whispered.
He faced a training dummy; he positioned his fists in front of him. He began to charge up his special attack.
"REPEL THE BEAST!"
The bolts of energy extended forwards, but didn't manage to extend enough for the little monk to reach the dummy. He beat his fists on the ground, he had failed once again.
"Guan Yu, the other three chosen ones are here," shouted his master from one of the rooms behind him.
"Don't call me that, I am too shameful to be named after the God of war," Guan replied, in a joking sort of way.
The little monk slowly walked to the entrance of the cave with his master, Wang. Wang was dressed in white robes, and had a long black beard and hair.
They came to the entrance of the cave; three mysterious youths were standing there. One was a boy; he had short black hair, and simple farmer's clothes. The next child was a little girl; she had shocking red hair, and wore a peasant's outfit. The last child had longer black hair than the first boy; he wore a farmer's outfit too, he was the shortest, shorter than Guan.
"So master, where are the chosen ones?" asked Guan, tugging on the sleeve of Wang.
"These children are! This boy here is Tong; he has power over the wind. This charming young girl is Wuya; she has power over earth. Finally, this is Chase, he has power over water," explained Wang.
Chase, WUYA? Okay, I've gotta see more of this! Still don't know who that Tong kid is…
Guan walked closely up to Wuya.
"Are you a girl?" he asked.
"Of course, what else can be?" replied Wuya.
Tong came up to Guan. He patted the little bald monk on the head.
"Hi Guan, I'm Tong, sup?" asked the farmer boy.
Guan raised one of his eyebrows.
"Okay…" he replied.
Guan saw the short water dragon, Chase. The fire monk saw that Chase looked a little upset.
"Master, why is the short one so glum?" Guan asked Wang.
Wang bent over and whispered in Guan's ear.
"His family was recently killed by the Heylin sorcerer. He saw them die, he is a little disturbed. He may be quite fragile," the master explained.
Poor guy…
All four of the children stood in a group, in front of their master.
"What do we do now?" asked Tong.
Wang prepared his speech.
"You four are the ones who shall lift the darkness from the land. By using your elemental powers, you shall eventually stop the Heylin sorcerer's reign of terror. I have faith in you, young ones," Wang explained.
Soon, they were practicing their powers in the main room. Wuya and Chase were busy sparring, Wuya yelped as she accidentally hit Chase very hard in the stomach. Tears rolled down his face.
"Sorry! Sorry!" panicked Wuya.
"It's okay…I am a failure, I am a weak fighter and cannot prevent myself from getting hurt…" whispered Chase.
Wuya put her hand to her mouth; she didn't know what to do. Guan stopped practicing his Repel the Beast move and came over to see what the commotion was about. Tong came too.
"What is the matter?" Guan asked the weeping water monk.
"I have failed…" moaned Chase.
Guan smiled.
"It is alright; I have been practicing my power of the Repel the Beast for many years, since I was a mere fledgling. I have failed each time I tried to perform it, but I have also found a way to perfect it! Each time I fail, but each time I find a way to work on it," explained Guan.
Chase closed his eyes and thought about what Guan had just said.
"You're…right. I shouldn't be a stuck in a rut, I need to find a way to get out!" he said, wiping the tears from his eyes.
"Well done Chasey!" Tong grinned.
"It's nice to see that things are gonna get along," Wuya added.
A few months passed, the four of them had grown stronger over the days. Wuya walked up to Chase, he was the only one up and was soothing his wounds from his fists in a bowl of icy water.
"Oh, hello Wuya," said Chase, noticing her without looking and hearing her.
"Hello Chase, what are you doing up so late? You should be in the sleeping quarters with your best pal Guan," Wuya asked.
"I am merely soothing my sores, I have spent all day punching a tree. I am surprised that a living thing could be so hard," Chase replied.
Wuya shuffled up to Chase a little closer.
"Umm, Chase, there's something I want to give to you," she whispered.
Chase raised his head.
"What could it be?" he asked.
Wuya held out her hands, in them was the whitest lotus Chase had seen.
"I found it myself while jogging. It's very white, isn't it?" explained the earth warrior.
"It is beautiful," he said, a tear dropped down his cheek and into the icy water.
Wuya looked closely at his face.
"Why are you upset?" she asked.
"I am not sad, the last time I received a present was from my mother," Chase answered.
Aww…
Wuya looked sad too.
"The same with me," she said.
A whole two years passed, the four dragons stood in a line, waiting for their next mission. Tong, who had become leader, stood slightly towards the front than the other three, wearing his black robes, while the others Gi remained orange.
"Young dragons, now you have become Ying-Lung warriors, you shall commence the battle against Heylin sorcerer. Use every technique I taught you, you shall be victorious!" Wang explained.
Guan clutched his belly.
"Ooh, I have butterflies!" he moaned.
"Don't worry, friend, we shall fight together!" Chase added, putting his hand on Guan's shoulder.
Both water and fire dragons smiled as they raced towards the sorcerer's evil citadel. Tong was in the lead, using his bukujutsu to fly ahead. Wuya was lagging behind, Chase saw this.
"Guan, do you mind if I help Wuya?" he asked his best friend.
"Not at all, she does seem to be in discomfort," Guan answered.
They finally came to the gates of the castle, they stopped sharply. A sorcerer, wearing a costume like a Buddhist mummy, suddenly materialized in front of them.
"So, foolish mortals. Finally this destined day has arrived…prepare to fall!" he growled.
"You shall be the one who falls, Heylin!" growled Guan.
They all linked arms for their dragon formation, supercharging their powers phenomenally. They leapt into battle, striking the corrupt monk with all they had, all four elements blazing. Fire flaming, Water raging, Earth roaring, Wind soaring, until the sorcerer turned the tables. He sent a huge blast of Heylin magic at Tong, completely obliterating his clothes and his hair. A bald and naked wind dragon fell to the ground, presumably dead.
"No!" screamed Guan.
"Let's avenge him!" screamed Chase.
They both furiously attacked the sorcerer, shattering his rib cage. Wuya tended to the unconscious Tong, while the sorcerer laughed.
"Foolish mortals, you may break my bones, snap my limbs and tear my flesh, but I shall never die from damage!" chuckled the Heylin sorcerer.
Chase and Guan charged up their power.
"We're gonna prove you wrong!" growled Chase.
"Yes! One more final attack!" shouted Guan.
Chase was suddenly smashed away by the sorcerer's blast, he lay almost beside Tong. Wuya tended to both of the fallen warrior's wounds. Guan, seeing that his friend was out of action, thought deeply.
"I have faith in myself; I shall use the power and hope of my friends. Mother, Father, if you are listening, give me your power!" he thought.
His body was enveloped by a yellow glow.
"What foolish power is this?" questioned the sorcerer.
"The power of love; REPEL THE BEAST!"
The sorcerer screamed as his body was atomised, the tired Guan fell to the ground. A day passed, they eventually stood in a row in front of Wang.
"It is time to name someone Grand Master," he said.
The wise master walked up to Guan, and blessed him with the power of Grand Master. However, Wuya, Guan and Chase looked sad.
"What is the matter?" asked Wang.
"I do not need the power. The power of my friends is enough. Please, give it to Tong, he stood up to a lot of punishment over the years," said Guan.
Wang smiled, he walked up to the bald and bandaged Tong.
"Thank you, friends," smiled Tong, ass he was blessed with the power.
Wuya and Chase walked up to Tong, holding hands.
"Now you're grand master, what do you want to do, Dashi?" asked Chase.
"Dashi?" asked Tong.
"Yeah, Dashi means grand master. We figured it'll be a good nickname," explained Wuya.
"Sure, lets hope the name doesn't stick…" laughed Tong.
And it did…