After returning to the temple, they delivered the news to Master Fung. The elder monk shed a few tears. Omi and Jack, who were also hearing this news for the first time, were stunned. Omi denied it completely. He refused to believe that Raimundo had died. And Jack... Jack swallowed a lump in his throat, apologized for their loss, and flew home as fast as he could.

Kimiko and Master Fung brought Clay to the infirmary where they confirmed four cracked ribs. He was given a bit of pain medicine, despite his protests, and given orders to rest.

They spent the next week mourning. Kimiko shut herself in her room and talked nonstop to Keiko and her father. Dojo sulked around the temple, bursting into tears whenever he spotted something that reminded him of Raimundo. Clay was mostly quiet, though he was seen playing dirges on his guitar. Omi continued to deny the fact that he was dead. He insisted that Raimundo was confused, apparently still considering him not truly evil either, and shacking up with Jack Spicer.

They allowed him this fantasy. He was an orphan with so few people in his life. One day he'd figure it out, but they would let him do that on his own.

There was another matter as well. When Master Fung and Dojo flew to the place where the castle had fallen, they found no remains.

Nor did they find the puzzle box.

Omi was overjoyed at the news, declaring it proof that Raimundo was alive. Master Fung informed Kimiko and Clay that they hadn't been able to get into the deepest part of the stone. They knew without him saying.

He was probably there.

Another week passed. Amazingly, no Shen Gong Wu were revealed, as if the universe were allowing them time to grieve. They began to pull themselves together. Clay recovered and was slowly getting back into his routine exercises. Kimiko was no longer on the phone every waking moment. Dojo stopped crying, though he was overly affectionate with those around him.

One day, Master Fung addressed them at breakfast.

"I know these past two weeks have been hard," he began. "But we must be getting back to normal."

The Dragons said nothing. They silently ate their breakfast, regarding their teacher with tired eyes.

"Dojo and I will be running a few errands today. I expect the three of you to complete your normal chores and practice with your elements."

"We shall not let you down, Master Fung." Omi replied cheerfully. Clay and Kimiko mumbled their agreements. The old monk left, and they began their chores. Kimiko was assigned to sweep, a job that normally went to Rai. She swallowed the tears that threatened to flow and took the broom. Omi left to take care of laundry, while Clay stayed to do dishes. They were silent for a bit before the Dragon of Earth spoke up.

"How ya holdin' up?" Kimiko paused for a moment and considered that. Yes, she hadn't cried in a few days, but it still hurt every time she walked past his room or saw his soccer ball lying in the courtyard or remembered anything about him.

"I'm... bad, but getting better."

Clay sighed and nodded, stretching to put a plate away.

"Yeah, I just keep thinking about it and..." he trailed off, gazing out the window.

"And what?"

"No. We shouldn't think like this." He shook his head. "Rai would kick our butts if he saw us mopin' and moanin' about him."

"You're right," Kimiko sighed and continued to sweep. "It's just so hard not to dwell on it."

"I know, but we just gotta stay positive. Wuya's gone and Jack won't be able to find Wu by himself. They're ours for the taking." Kimiko smiled, then stopped herself. It didn't feel right to smile. Not yet anyway.

The two continued their chores, working steadily into the morning and breaking just before noon. Clay and Kimiko sat on a bench in the gardens, exchanging stories of before coming to the temple and half watching Omi practice his Leopard Attack. Clay was in the middle of the tale of how he accidentally roped his cousin's ponytail when Dojo rounded the corner.

"Hey, yer back." Omi looked up from his practice to smile at the little dragon.

"Did you have a pleasant trip?"

"Ah, well…" he shifted uncomfortably. As they were about to ask what had him so nervous, they heard voices.

"Aye, it's even more beautiful than the pictures."

"I'm glad you approve. The temple was built around fifteen hundred years ago," Master Fung turned the corner, along with the owner of the second voice.

It was a girl with dark brown hair, just long enough to bind into a nub of a ponytail at the base of her skull, and a little mole just below her left eye. She wore a light green tee shirt, striped with dark green and blue jeans rolled up to her knees. A heavy duffel bag was slung over one shoulder and a rolling bag dragged with her free hand.

"Ah, there they are." Master Fung led the girl towards them. "I would like you all to meet Olivia."

"It's so great to meet you," she said, a thick Scottish accent smothering her words. "Master Fung's told me so much."

Clay stood and shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you, ma'am. I'm Clay."

"Olivia, but you already knew that." They laughed awkwardly for a moment before Omi inserted himself between the two.

"Hello new friend. I am Omi, greatest of the Xiaolin Apprentices." Clay shot the little monk a look, to which he beamed sheepishly. Olivia smiled and shook his hand. She noticed Kimiko hanging back and stepped around the boys.

"You must be Kimiko," she said, offering her hand.

"Hi," Kimiko said. "Can you excuse me for a second?" She walked around her without waiting for a response. Before she even got to him, Master Fung spoke up.

"There must be four, Kimiko."

"It's too soon," she said quietly, trying to keep Olivia from hearing her. "It's only been two weeks."

"I have tried to be lenient. I wanted to give you all time to heal and we have been fortunate not to have had any Shen Gong Wu activate, but the council insisted that we replace-"

"She is not replacing Rai."

"No, of course not," he said gently. "She is merely taking on his role as Dragon of the Wind." They were silent. Clay and Omi chatted quietly with Olivia, asking her this and that and if she liked video games and would she like to try out the obstacle course? "Clay, why don't you and Omi take Olivia to her room?"

"Sure," Clay replied slowly. He took the Scottish girl's duffel bag and led her and Omi towards the sleeping chambers. Master Fung returned his attention to Kimiko.

"I know you do not want to let go of Raimundo," he started. "But you must realize that fighting the Heylin forces is bigger than you- bigger than anyone. There must be a Dragon of Wind and she was willing to fill the position." Kimiko shook her head.

"I need to go."

Master Fung watched the young Dragon of Fire leave. Dojo approached him, casually climbing his body and resting his head on the old man's shoulder.

"You've got that look," Dojo said.

"It is merely a feeling," Master Fung said dismissively. He looked up to the sky. "There isn't a cloud for miles, yet I can't help but feel a storm coming."

"You should check the weather channel. They've got these new radar things that can show a storm coming a week away."

Master Fung sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose.

XSXSXSXS

Ashley St. Clair, or Katnappe as she preferred, stood at the edge of the rubble that was once a wicked castle. Her super kittens were sifting through the rocks, looking for anything that might be of use to her. She hadn't been around during the whole, Wuya-taking-over-the-world thing. She'd been vacationing in Italy, but Jack had called and told her all about how Wuya had been turned to flesh by Raimundo but then was sealed up by Omi.

He also mentioned that Raimundo had been killed when the castle fell.

She wasn't looking for his body, gross much?, but she was very interested in finding the puzzle box and maybe a few Wu or magical artifacts that Wuya had had with her.

One of her kittens began to mew excitedly. The others swarmed and began to pull the rocks away with their teeny super powerful paws. Katnappe jogged over to the spot to inspect the find. She grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

Her little kitties had found the puzzle box.

Ashley picked the box up and set down a handful of treats from her backpack. The kittens mewed their thanks while she fiddled with the box. The parts seemed to be clicking into place without much effort on her part. Finally, the cover was complete. It popped open and Wuya, ghostly again, blinked up at her. The evil witch burst out cackling.

"I'm free!" Wuya set the teen girl with a devilish grin. "I knew there was a reason I liked you."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Katnappe waved her off. "I couldn't care less about whether you're around or not,"

"I see," Wuya said, ghostly hand resting on the edge of her mask. "You want something from me, no?"

"Bingo," Wuya laughed.

"Of course, of course. After all, Heylin don't do anything without gaining something in return." A noise caught their ears. Rocks had fallen from the pile. Katnappe raised an eyebrow. Her kittens were still huddled together, gnawing on the little fish shaped treats. So what knocked over the rocks?

Katnappe looked to Wuya, who smiled knowingly.

"You should be grateful," she called. "You would be dead without me."

A hand emerged from the rocks, two fingers clearly broken. The kittens perked up and trotted to the hand, digging away at the stones. Gradually, the mutant felines managed to dig enough away for a head of shaggy brown hair to be visible.