Hey, This chapter had a major change so make sure you read it!

Chapter Two

Dream

Kim's POV

When we finally made it to the temple, since I won the showdown, I had to put all the wu back into the vault. I chimed the bells in the correct order so that the vault would open. I smiled to myself as I looked around the old place. So many memories here..

I slipped quietly through the vault doors, careful not to open them too much, so that they wouldn't squeak. I quickly examined the room to make sure there was no sign of anyone. I sighed in relief as I was able to let my guard down. But then I heard something..

"Ai Omi, you're stepping on my foot!"

I knew that voice all too well and looked up, to see Clay, Rai, and Omi all perched upon one of the ledges up high in the vault building. I shrieked and made a mad dash for the door, but it was too late. They all piled on top of me, sending me to the ground and knocking the breath out of me. I slowly rolled over and we all just looked at each other for a moment..

"Ha! We found you Kimiko! You are now in!" Omi cracked a smile as we all burst out laughing.

"I think you mean it Omi!" Rai managed to say between spurts of laughter.

"That too!"

I giggled as I remembered all of those carefree days. I wish we could go back to them. Lately it seemed as though Master Fung was preparing us for some great battle. We trained all day, and hardly got any sleep at night. It had been that way for the past two weeks or so, and quite frankly I was tired of it.

I slowly descended the vault stairs, placing all three Shen Gong Wu into their proper slots in the Wu Vault. I found myself smiling again as I remembered when I had broken the Mosaic Scale. It wasn't funny at the time.. no not at all. But looking back at it now, I was glad I had all of those old memories.

I wasn't exactly sure why I was reminiscing so much. I just had this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach that something wasn't right. I couldn't place my finger on it, but the air just seemed stiller, and the aura of everything felt more.. eerie.

I shrugged it off and headed back up the stairs, the vault automatically closing as I reached the top step. and closed it up. I walked out the door and looked up at the sky. Even the sky looks weird I thought to myself. The clouds were very wispy, as if someone had taken a pint brush and disturbed all of their puffy-ness by spreading it out in smears across the pink-orange sky. I quickly shrugged it off. Just my imagination. Nothing was wrong, it was just another normal, typical day. I smiled and headed off the my cubicle.

Chase's Lair

No POV

Chase quickly got up from his throne, no longer able to sit anymore. He smiled evilly to himself as he looked at his long dinner table, where his Lao Mang Long Soup sat. As he descended down the stairs, the atmosphere in the entire room changed. It was absolutely ecstatic, matching his mood exactly. He gently lifted the dark green bowl to his lips and took a sip of it. He could feel the power of the soup flowing through his veins. He closed his eyes and focused on the energy he was getting from it. "Soon.. your powers will be mine, little dragon." He smirked into the bowl to see his own reflection. His topaz eyes were turned a darker shade, and were drawn into slits. The glow of his skin was very noticeable, and the fangs began to show once again. He laughed a cold hard, evil laugh. He loved what he saw in the reflection.

Then suddenly, another reflection came into view behind him. It was very faint, it looked as though the person was very far away.. and the figure looked rather ghostly. He squinted, trying to find more detail to this figure. He instantly noticed blazing red hair.

Jack. He though to himself. But as he took a closer look, he could see the figure was very feminine. Wuya..? The blazing red was resting on her shoulders, straight as a ruler. Her dark green eyes looked at him, as if seeing into his soul. If he had one, that is.

He suddenly gasped and dropped the bowl. It shattered against the floor, sending shards of glass everywhere.

"Don't forget the prophecy.." He heard a ghostly voice whisper. He gasped and turned sharply on his heels.

Gone.

The lady in the reflection was gone, as was her ghostly voice. All that was left was the light tinkling of the glass still landing on the floor, and the swooshing of the soup exploding in every direction after the impact. He shook his head. No.. it couldn't have been.

Suddenly, anger swelled inside of him as he stormed off down a corridor. A passing feline quickly bowed before him. "Clean up the mess in there." Chase spat as he continued his rampage down the hall. The cat quickly obeyed and ran off.

He found one of his many peaceful gardens and sat down on a stone bench. He let his head fall into his hands and sat there for what seemed like hours.

It couldn't have been her. She was long gone, and he had never seen her since the day of her death. He didn't want to see her. It brought back all of those old memories, and emotion with it. And Chase could not afford to let his emotions show. She was the only one who could bring them out of him. She was the only one he could ever open up to, to be himself. The choice between her and giving up evil had been hard. He loved being evil, it was the only thing he knew for more than five-hundred years. Then she showed up and expected him to just give it up like that. She didn't understand how difficult that would be.

As he spent more and more time with her though, he found himself falling in love with her. Although he had only spent two years with her, the two year love for her slowly surpassed his five-hundred years of evil. Who knew the power of love could overpower the love of evil so quickly. Soon he found himself under the spell, and once he was there, he couldn't break free. He wanted to give up evil.. but it was impossible.

Chase quickly snapped his head up as he heard Wuya approaching. As he returned back to reality and prepared himself for the annoying old hag, he suddenly remembered what the ghostly figure he refused to believe was her had said.

"Don't forget the prophecy."

His mind was then clouded with thoughts as to what she meant by that.

Xiaolin Temple

Raimundo was walking down the hall past all of their cubicles, heading for the training grounds where Master Fund wanted them, when he stopped at the last cubicle. The curtain was only half closed, so he could peak inside of the tiny room to see a small figure sleeping peacefully on a mat in the center of the room. Her dark black hair spread wildly across the pillow and floor, framing her perfectly pale face.

He smiled and stepped inside, kneeling down next to her.

"Kim, Kimiko. Wake up." He laid one of his hands on her arm and gently shook her. "Kimi, come on." He shook her a bit harder, wondering why she wouldn't wake. She was the lightest sleeper of them all, waking up to even the smallest screech of a chair being dragged slightly across the floor all the way from the kitchen. He smiled as he remembered her always walking in and catching him getting a mid-night snack. She wold act mad at first, but eventually she would join him and they would stay up and chat for hours. It soon became a regular routine, one of which he looked forward to every night. But lately they didn't have the opportunity, for they needed every ounce of sleep they could get. Master Fung had them working rigorously throughout the day, leaving them exhausted at night.

He tried again. "Kimiko, we have to go!"

Kim's POV

Keiko and I were parading around my bright pink room, dressed in over-sized white gowns. We were barely seven years old, but having the times of our lives. Big, chunky jewelry dangled from our wrists and our necks. We were pretending to have a wedding. I slowly walked down the middle of my room until I made it to Keiko. I faced my soon to be husband, Mr. Teddy-bear, and Keiko began reciting the traditional, 'Do you take so and so to be your husband?' and what not.

Suddenly everything began to shake, Keiko and I screamed but they were drowned out by the roar of gushing wind coming from the new cracks in the floor. Soon I found myself standing at the end of an isle in a church. I looked over into a mirror on my left, and found that I was now back to my own age, wearing a short, black dress that flared out after reaching my waist. A black veil was covering my face, and flowers had appeared in my hand. I turned my attention back to the aisle, I found myself being pulled to walk down it. I tried to fight it but my mind wouldn't cooperate with my body. I started walking down the isle, my legs trembling.

I had the same feeling I had earlier today in the pit of my stomach. Something wasn't right here. I took in my surroundings and gasped in horror as I looked at who was sitting in the pews. Everyone.. Dojo, Keiko, Master Fung, Omi, and Clay. But they weren't sitting.. they were chained to the pews. I couldn't comprehend what was going on. I took a longer look at all of them and then realized something.

Raimundo. He wasn't there. With a puzzled look on my face, I turned my attention back to the altar to find myself a few feet away from it. A tall, muscular man stood there in an all black suit, his face hidden in the shadows. I stopped directly in front of him. My heart began to pound as I tried to think of who this man could be.

Then it hit me. Raimundo wasn't in the pews. It had to be him. But why would he chain everyone there? It didn't make sense.

Then I found myself slowly raising my hands to my veil, my body still not listening to my mind, when the shadowed man stirred. I dropped my hands to my side and then slowly, the man lifted his hands to gently lift the veil from my face. But his hands didn't make it there before I let out a blood-curdling scream.

Clawed, reptilian hands reached for my face, and I found myself stumbling backwards. I tripped over a rug and began to fall to the ground. As I braced myself for impact, it never came. I just kept falling, and falling. I screamed louder and louder as I kept falling deeper and deeper.

I shot straight up, screaming again in a very high-pitched voice, some of which was from hysteria. I started shaking all over, and broke out in a cold sweat.

"KIMIKO!" Tan arms circled around my waist and hoisted me up into their lap. "Kim Kim, are you okay? It's okay, I'm here. Calm down."

I couldn't control the violent sobs escaping my lips. My body twitched all over. I didn't know why I was so frightened, but I couldn't find the strength to stop crying or shaking. I just buried my face into my protectors chest and sobbed more loudly, desperately clinging to them for support.

After a minute or two I finally gained composure over myself. I don't know what got into me. I just couldn't control it. My mind swam with tons of thoughts and questions, but no answers. I shook my head to try and get those thoughts out of my head, when I felt someones hand gently stroking my hair. I looked up a bit surprised, forgetting I was in someones arms, and smiled a bit when I realized it was Raimundo.

"Ai girl, you scared me half to death!" I smiled but didn't comment back, I was too shaken to get into a play argument. He sensed that and tightened his arms around me. He didn't ask questions, just held me there for what seemed like forever.

I squirmed a little, feeling the atmosphere between us was getting a bit awkward. I saw the tiniest glow of pink tint his cheeks before he let go of me. He slowly slid me off his lap and stood up a bit clumsily.

"So um.." He scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Master Fung wants us to head to the training grounds. Probably for um.. you know training. We better get going." He smiled and held his hand out to me. I smiled slightly in return and gladly took his hand. He lifted me up with little effort and we slowly started making our way down the hall. I could feel his eyes glancing at me every five seconds, as if waiting for me to break down or scream again.

I stopped suddenly and put my hands on my hips. "What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What what?" he asked, imitating what I had just done. I smacked his arm.

"You know what what, why do you keep looking at me?" My mind flashed back to my previous dream, and I felt a tremor run down my spine.

Raimundo put his hand on my shoulder. "That's what. You wake up screaming and half hysterical, cry for two minutes, then act as though nothing happened. Are you okay? Why were you screaming?"

I huffed and furrowed my eyebrows. "I don't want to talk about it." I don't know why I did that. Inside I was dying to tell someone, hoping they might get the meaning of the dream. But instead I crossed my arms and walked out the door to the training grounds, leaving Raimundo there wondering what was wrong with me.

Big change in this chapter. Sorry guys! I hope you like it. Chapter 3 on it's way and soon chapter 4!:D