Jack grit his teeth and shook his head, refusing to step a foot farther into the room. Stryker and Entropy stood in the doorway of the kitchen, feeling that if they even blinked something would explode. Wuya was avoiding Lula's tear brimmed eyes.

"You...have been free for a year?" she asked. "And you didn't tell me?"

"I couldn't risk it, Lula you know that," Wuya said quietly. "Besides, to be completely honest I didn't know if you were...even still alive."

"Bull," Jack hissed.

Wuya gave him a pleading look.

"Jack please-"

"It's bull! I don't believe a word of this and neither should you, Mom!"

"Jackie-," Lula started, starting to lose control of her composure.

"Mom she's a liar! All she ever does is lie, you should hear half the stuff she's told me before-"

"Darn it, Jackson don't you think I would know my own sister?!"

Jack's eyes grew wide in disbelief. Stryker and Entropy sheepishly averted their eyes as Lula took a shaky breath to calm herself.

"Jack," she started again. "Wuya is my sister...and your aunt. There's no debate about this."

Jack furrowed his brow in silent confusion. Lula finally seemed to take notice of the two other teens standing near.

"You two are Chase Young's relatives, right?" she asked.

Stryker and Entropy nodded.

"I would like you two to wait downstairs please."

"But Mom-" Jack started.

"Please wait downstairs."

They hesitated, then slowly headed to the basement. Jack tensed as Lula patted the seat next to her, but stiffly complied, shooting glare after glare at Wuya. She ignored the looks and sat across from him.

"There's no way you're my aunt," Jack said quietly. "You're way too old. Mom's five hundred years too young."

"No I'm not," Lula told him. "Wuya and I are only three years apart."

Jack stared at her.

"Do you want to explain it, or would you like me to?" Wuya asked Lula.

Lula just shook her head. Jack's lip curled up in suspicion.

"Your mother is the Xiaolin Dragon of the Wind, Jack," Wuya revealed.

"Ex Dragon of the Wind," Lula corrected lifelessly.

Jack's mouth fell open.

"That's...that's impossible," he said. "You can't be-"

He waited for his mother to laugh, to tell him that this all was a terrible joke. He even waited to wake up in his bed, relieved to find this all a dream. He even pinched his arm under the table to wake up.

"I...I know that's not true!" he declared, bolting up from the chair. "I spied on the monks and I heard Raimindo and Omi fighting because Raimundo kept rubbing in the fact that Dashi was the Dragon of the Wind-"

"In our time there were two of every Dragon, Jack," Lula explained.

She put a hand on his shoulder and gently led him to sit down again.

"Before Chase was turned to evil there were two branches of the Xiaolin Order," she continued. "There were the ones that were powerful enough to go after such beings as Hannibal and..."

"And me," Wuya finished.

Lula gave her a glance of apology.

"And the ones that were only able to create Dashi's artifacts to fight the Heylin side."

Jack slowly straightened at her words. She merely stared down at the table.

"...You made the Shen Gong Wu?" he asked.

His mother's head snapped up to look at him.

"How do you know about..." Lula started. She paused, then turned to Wuya, her eyes blazing. "How does he know about them?"

Wuya took a deep breath in. This had been exactly what she had feared.

"Wuya-"

"Jack has been helping me recover as much of the Shen Gong Wu as we can," Wuya said, only glancing at the distain on Jack's face. "He's been doing this for a year now."

Lula's face crumpled.

"You...you what?" she hissed.

"Lula please-"

"No. I lost my sister to those cursed objects. I lost my husband, and you've been letting my son search them out?"

"Lula this isn't the time-"

"To heck it's not!"

"If I had known he was your son I'd never let him near them!" Wuya shouted.

Her comment brought silence to the room. Lula buried her head in her hands as Jack awkwardly scratched at the table. Now he knew they were serious.

"Our conversation can happen later Lula," Wuya said. "For now, we need to tell Jack what's going on."

"While Chase Young and his hatchlings listen in?" Lula sneered. "Unless you have a spell to keep them all at bay I don't want to breathe another word."

"Stryker and Enny don't even live with Chase anymore, Mom," Jack mumbled. "Stryker's basically homeless and Enny just got out of a psych ward."

Lula turned and stared at him. He paused and cringed at how worse his description had sounded compared to hers.

"Should have never stopped paying the staff to hang out with you," Lula muttered to herself.

"Whatever Chase hears will not be new to him," Wuya said. "And the Young cousins will not be able to hear what you say, they are-"

"Listening from the basement doorway, thinking I won't sense them."

Jack cocked an eyebrow and looked back to watch his friends sheepishly creep back to the doorway, guilty expressions on both their faces. Lula wiped her forehead before giving them a weak smile.

"Xiaolin Dragon of the Wind," she reminded them. "Meaning that I can sense wind changes and sound changes and other peoples' auras. I knew you'd never left the stairs."

Jack shook his head and let a big puff of air out. This was too much to take in already, and they hadn't even gotten to the meat of the conversation.

"Well, if neither of you plan on sharing the information with any others, I suppose you can be in here." Lula said.

The two teens hesitated but eventually stepped to the table and sat down on either side of Jack.

"Okay then," Wuya sighed, trying to appear at ease. "I think it's time we tell you kids about one of Dashi's...many prophecies..."

The teens grimaced as they sensed the history lesson about to ensue.