Okay, now we get to delve into the dream worlds of each Xiaolin Dragon-in-training and Chase Young! There will be a chapter for each, but this one is for Raimundo.

At the Temple…

Around the same time that Ana had retired to bed, the monks at the Xiaolin Temple were doing the same. The Dragons-in-training, Raimundo Pedrosa, Omi, Kimiko Tohomiko, and Clay Bailey, all shuffled along to their own separate quarters to sleep.

Though they each fell asleep at different moments, they each shared somewhat similar dreams. And around the world, various villains and future accomplices shared in the dreams as well. Though none of them would connect their dreams with the others right away, it was obvious that they all centered around the same person.

~entering Raimundo's dream~

~Raimundo's POV~

I kicked the ball and ran. Dribbling it across the field, several opponents tried and failed to trip me up or steal the ball from underneath me. I could feel myself smirk as another one lunged at me from the right. I dodged him neatly and he skidded as he fell. I kept my eyes focused ahead. I smiled as I ran; who am I kidding, I was flat out grinning ear-to-ear! The wind rushed through my hair as I sprinted towards the center of the field.

Ahead of me, I saw someone charging toward me. A weird feeling of foreboding crept over my skin, and I couldn't see how it would relate to what was happening. I ignored it and stayed to my course.

I couldn't really make out any details from far away, but we were evenly spaced from the center of the field. That would be where we would meet then. I charged onward in determination. I am the star here! No one can beat me!

I just noticed something; he isn't wearing the right colors for the other team. But I know he's not on mine either, because we're not red and black.

His hair is too long. And it's blonde. What kind of guy lets his hair grow that long?

He definitely can't be a native. His skin is too pale. I mean, he's not pale pale, just not as dark as the rest of us on the field.

With each step we took, pounding towards the center of the field, it was clear that something was wrong with this picture. The cold that was creeping up my spine was beginning to make me shiver. And it intensified when I saw his face. Only he wasn't a boy; she was a girl! I balked. The shock of it tripped me up. The ball slipped and I could feel myself stumble. I was gonna fall!

By this point, we were almost to the center ring in the middle of the field. The girl was grinning and suddenly she was in front of me. Before I could register this fact, she ducked down and shot out a foot and stole the ball before I could actually trip on it. I finished stumbling and twisted around so fast I felt my spine pop in more than a few places before the rest of my body caught up. I skidded backwards on my feet as I faced her.

She had taken the ball and twisted a lot more gracefully than I had. The ball hit her foot and bounced, shimmying all the way up her leg. She didn't catch it though. She bounced the ball in place on her knees, confidently balanced on the balls of her feet. She smirked at me, green eyes twinkling with deviousness. The wind whipped around in her wild hair.

In a split second, the ball fell and dropped to her feet and her right leg shot out. The ball was sent flying at my face so fast, I didn't have time to think, and I did the first thing my instincts told me to do. This happened to be a very bad mistake in the game of soccer. I caught the ball. With my hands.

A high pitched whistle blared in my ears and a ref started yelling at me. I couldn't hear what they were saying, so focused as I was on the girl in front of me. She wore a bright red sports tank and a pair of jet black shorts that showed off her legs. Normally, she would've gotten the once-over, but she was bent with her hands propping her up on her knees. She was panting a little, which made a ton of dirty jokes pop into my head.(1) She was still smiling at me though. The wind kicked up again and her red tank top fluttered and rippled in the breeze. There was a fine sheen of sweat cooling on her forehead; I watched her wipe it away. Her green eyes had softened and she was still smiling at me. I stepped back, disconcerted.

'This is boy's soccer! That's a girl! She can't be out on the field! She's not even wearing any team colors!'

I didn't speak these thoughts aloud, but she seemed to hear me all the same. She narrowed her eyes at me and I noticed a cold intelligence burning in them. I heard her own thoughts, her voice in my head.

'I'm wearing someone else's team colors. I can't pick a side in this game; I am neutral. First come, first serve. Figure that out on your own.'

Then she sneered and spoke out loud.

"What's the matter, Rai? Upset you were beat fair-and-square by a girl?" she taunted. She laughed and before I could react with an indignant reply, the world went black.

A new vision started. Now I was aware that I was dreaming, whereas before I wasn't quite aware of it. I couldn't see myself or sense myself anywhere. In the light, I became conscious of the fact that this time, I was only observing.

I saw her again. The same girl with the wild blonde hair and the glittering green eyes that shifted to reveal her emotions. She was dressed differently than the last time I saw her, and her hair had been tamed into a pony-tail.

She wore a long, loose white shirt that swirled around her. It hung to mid-thigh and on the front it said Death Before Dishonor below a circular decal in a black box.(2) Below, she wore black leggings and a pair of white flats.

She had her hands on her knees again, and she was peering over the edge of a very high cliff with a look of curiosity on her face. She muttered unintelligibly to herself before she straightened up and stepped back.

"Well, it's now or never, I suppose." She sighed softly. She looked out into the distance, a haunted look in her eye. They weren't wide open or bright. They had dulled and gazed out half-lidded. Sorrow clouded up inside them, followed by a resigned determination. Though the sadness was still clearly cut into her face, she sighed and closed her eyes. And the next thing I knew, she had stepped off the cliff and was hurtling towards the ground.(3)

The darkness overtook me again. My mind was still reeling with the suddenness of the act. The troubled etchings in her face, the calm resignation, the fall…

I had to remind myself again that this was just a dream, that the girl was probably just a figment of my imagination. I tried to convince myself that it wasn't real. But part of me was still screaming that she needed help, that I needed to save her from this end.

Before I could totally free myself from thinking, another dream surfaced. I couldn't understand anything, though. It was all a blur, like several visions going all at once, skipping around and stopping at random to let another vision break in and do the same thing. It was a confusing jumble of things. There were brief flashes of pictures, faces, and actions, but they were all disjointed.

I saw the girl's face numerous times. There were images of Jack Spicer, his robots, and us warriors too. I saw myself and my friends in many a showdown. I saw the girl in battle, too, twisting and spinning, moving with grace and agility, calculating with her eyes as she wielded weapons against us. She could maneuver around the blows aimed at her by one of us dragons-in-training so quickly. And she dealt a good many, too. The look in her eyes…

And then there were flashes of people I didn't know. There was no sound, keep in mind, but I saw the green-eyed girl in a defensive stance in front of Spicer. But the weird thing was that she wasn't even facing him! She was facing another girl dressed in the typical teenaged fashion. She was obviously arguing, still in a defensive pose, protecting Jack… Jack!

Now I get what she meant by wearing another teams colors. If Jack had a team, it would probably be red and black. So Green Eyes was working for Spicer!

Despite my revelations, the visions still continued. Now they were more intensely focused on Green Eyes, though I can only sense that from the feelings I was getting from this batch of visions.

I saw two women. Sometimes it was just their faint outlines hovering around Green Eyes like ghosts, other times I could view them as solid bodies. They both looked shockingly similar to Green Eyes, and they shared pretty much the same face too. It was obvious that they were twins, though their colorings and style were completely opposite.

The one who looked closer the Green Eyes in appearance had pale blonde hair, straight and wild at the same time, and really long. Her eyes were the clearest, brightest, most prettiest shade of blue imaginable. I wasn't aware that human eyes could come in that particular shade until now. And her skin was like light butter-cream. I could imagine it being soft and warm to the touch. She was dressed in the strangest clothes, often white with gold edges.

I felt a kin-ship with her, like I knew her from somewhere...(4)

Always accompanying her, whether with her or against her, was the other tall woman. Other than the fact that they must be twins, there was almost nothing else similar between them. Instead of pale blonde and slightly wild, her hair was jet-black and straight. Her hair was long, too, but she had bangs; another difference between the two women. Her skin was pale; almost as pale as Jack's paper-white skin, but hers was a regal ivory. Her eyes were not natural-looking. They were bright and glowing and of the bloodiest red imaginable. Her cloths, though normal-ish in appearance, clearly indicated that she lived on the Dark Side.

The colors of their eyes were not the only distinction between them. The blue ones eyes were soft and filled with love and compassion, lighted with wisdom and calm and clarity; at the best of times, at least. In some of the other glimpses I got, there was heated fury, hardened determination… and overwhelming sadness. The same sadness that had revealed itself in the green-eyed girl when she had embraced the wind as she fell. For some reason, the blue one's eyes were familiar to me...

The red-eyed woman, though…

Her eyes glowed with hatred and rage. Coldness seeped out of her and a vicious hunger distorted her features. She exuded evil. She looked to be a demon! Gleeful maliciousness constantly quirked at the corners of her blood-red lips. There just aren't enough words to describe to darkness around her, the evil within her, seeping into the air around her. She was evil, eviler, and evilest. She was Darkness incarnate. And she scared the Hell out of me!

What she lacked in similar appearance to Green Eyes, this demonic woman was conveyed through the girl's eyes when she fought. When ever she was enraged or provoked, whenever that cold determination filled her eyes, whenever she grinned that wicked smile laced with madness and insanity, I could sense the red-eyed woman in her. I could see the black poison radiating outward from her in clouds. And I knew that, neutral or not, angel or demon, there was something seriously wrong with Green Eyes.

The dark foreboding was clear, this time. And it all seemed to be connected with that girl.

Okay, we got some foreboding and some future flashes and some spoilers from Travler, my other story. You don't have to read Traveler to get this story, but even if you read what I have so far, you wouldn't see direct connections. Traveler isn't finished. Now the numbers...

(1) Hello, it's a DUDE's mind!

(2) This shirt is a picture that I will post on DA. Link:

(3) she wasn't actually hurtling towards the ground. She doesn't die. She was testing something. I won't tell you what, cos that would spoil that part of the story.

(4) The reason he knew her is because in an alternate world, he and Melody were married and had a daughter. SPOILER! haha, I suck.