Dragon of Legend

Chapter 4: Life and it's complications

  A/N: Oh my God, I am so sorry everyone. I've kept you waiting for a while. My life has been very troubling as of late and it made me very stressed. Something happened and my parents are fighting and it's effecting us quite negatively. So pardon my choppy chapter. I'll make it up in the next one. 

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As Pinkie Pie would say; Enough chitchat, time is candy. 

-At the Xiaolin Temple-

Another day, another time for when the young Xiaolin monks routine ended the same. Heading to bed after a successful win on a showdown, dinner, bath and sleep, the young monks were out like a light.

Except for one individual.

Dojo Konojo Cho was silently smothering towards Master Fung's quarters. Usually he was the first to be asleep before everyone. But special cases needed to be looked into.

Arriving at his destination he was greeted with Master Fung in a lotus position, meditating.

"Dojo." Said Fung as he opened his eyes. "A surprising visit coming from you."

Said dragon scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, well... There's something I wanna talk to you about, Master Fung."

The man raised a brow. "Oh? What is it you want for us to discuss?"

Dojo inhaled and sharply let it out. "Do you know about that one special case student that Dashi had a long ways back? The one with the peculiar colored eyes?"

Master Fung frowned and stroked his beard in contemplation. "I am not sure, Dojo. I did not know that there was such a student in the scrolls."

Dojo nodded. "Good!"

Master Fung's brow rose as his eyes widened. "I'm afraid I do not follow."

"I meant that it's good! Because there shouldn't be any records of such a student. Written on paper anyway. Only a small hand full know about her." Dojo supplied as he pulled out a small worn bound book and flipped through it.

"Her?"

The dragon nodded. "Yeah. Little Yùlán huā (玉兰花/magnolia blossom), is what she was called by Dashi and..." This is where he trailed off and sighed.

"But I still have to look more into this, Master Fung. But I'll show you of what I mean when I'm a hundred percent sure. Is that alright with you?"

"No need to ask such a thing, Dojo. Truly this is such a topic that not even I am familiar with. I have grown respect for you, my friend as you have kept such knowledge that Dashi has entrusted you with. But next time, please share such important things with me in the near future." Fung spoke as he was ready to retire for the night.

Dojo bid the master goodnight before he left to go to dream land himself.

-On the other side of the world-

Chi sat outside the temples porch, sighing as her thoughts wandered back and forth from the most traumatic part of her life and past to the most strange and recent ones.

It was near midnight-a time where she will find herself doing her tasks very soon.

A ruffling of clothes reached her ears. She didn't need to turn on who it was.

"Do you need anything, Chi?" Asked a child-like but mature male voice.

Said female softly shook her head. "No, nothing. Thanks anyway, Feng."

Feng-the same name that was her feathered friend was standing a few feet away from her. Indeed that when he was a large bird he turns female but in truth he is very much male. He was short stature, about the height of a sixth grade middle schooler. His complexion a a healthy milky white that glowed a blue-ish silver under the light of the moon, lavender eyes that showed wisdom and concern reflected in them as he watch over his charge, and his hair-a soft silver with a tint of purple was styled slightly up so that it would not be a hindrance with the exception of the few locks that fell on the right side of his face. He wore a matching tunic shirt that ended by his knees and pants in silver blue with a golden dragon with a flowing creme colored mane embroidered that started from the bottom right hem of his tunic and climbing up all the way to his left shoulder then coming out on his right with jaws open with something inside the creatures maw.

He nodded. "Alright. Call me if you need anything."

"I will." Was Chi's reply before moving into a mediative pose. She inhaled slowly and exhaled the same. Inhale, exhale. This went on for a while so that her breathing was steady and controlled before she focused. She's done this many a times for the past two years but it still took a toll on her body and mind.

At the end of every month Chi goes into a state where her abilities let's her 'see' the world maintain balance. It takes a large amount of mental strength she knew, but it was she has do to.

Putting aside everything she had in her mind-the memories, the guilt, fear and from meeting those teenagers a week ago was sent into the back of her subconscious and placed a mental lock on it.

At her exhale a flow of energy of gold with hints of light pink seeped out from her body in ribbons. It was her chi-pun not intended.

As the flow of her chi increased horns began to appear on each side of her head. They similar to dragon horns but they we're by no means not dangerous.

Feng knew that his charge was already deep in meditation and so took care of some business somewhere else. They maybe surrounded by thick foliage and mountainous rocks it does not mean that someone else is watching or looking for them.

-At the Land of Nowhere-

Chase Young looked at his crystal eyeball in annoyance and anger.

On contrary belief, the mystical object sees everything Chase asked it to. The Xiaolin Monks at the temple, Jack Spiced at his home building more of his useless robots (he was not even going to mention about the motivational poster of himself that was place in the insects wall), heck even it can find the others that assisted him and everyone else storm the temple before they were pushed back because of the Monks sudden influence of wisdom and power, no matter how temporary it was. No, it deeply irked him that his eyeball could not locate that Chi woman!

He internally flinched as he then noticed that he had slammed his right fist on the arm of his throne, which made his cat warriors into lifting their heads.

Calming himself Chase returned to think.

That young woman may have drunk the Lao Many Long soup because of her eyes. But that was mainly speculation. He doubted that fool Hannibal went to find another guinea pig to let him have the means of power when he had failed on brainwashing him.

There we're other reasons but they we're merely legends of myths forgotten by time. Even himself found it ridiculous. But it did not mean that he would not go look through it. He needed answers and he will get them.

On another note he has felt a shift in the balance. It was subtle but not much to be concerned of. Still, it did not mean he completely pushed away the foreboding feeling. It has been like that in the past fours years now.

Chase narrowed his eyes. These things need to be looked over if should things suddenly escalate into something that he was not prepared for.

With a decision settled, the Haylin prince dismissed his eyeball crystal and travelled into his immense library full of tomes, scrolls and plans all throughout the last fifteen hundred years.

TBC

A/N: It's a short filler, I know. But I don't want to bore you with too much unnecessary information but just enough to pique your interest. Please tell me what you think in the review please. I would really love to know.

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