"What do you think Master Fung wanted to talk about?" A very small boy, bearing a large, circular, bald head, and yellow skin asked. He wore a traditional Xiaolin monk uniform, consisting of a red shirt slightly revealing his neck with black highlights, held tight with a black belt and using black pants with black dress shoes. The three other teens sitting next to the small boy wore almost the exact same thing.

"Maybe we did something wrong, Omi." Said a young Brazilian teenager with a round face, dark thick eyebrows, green eyes, spiked hair. He had a somewhat tall with a lean physique. "So, we blame Dojo for it." He wore a larger version of what the boy named Omi wore, except his pants were a creamy beige color.

"I'm pretty sure its fine, Raimundo." A short, thin, pale Japanese girl answered. She had light red/bright pink rosy cheeks, red lips, and baby blue eyes. She had her beautiful black hair tied into two pigtails. She wore tights, which were appropriate for a girl instead of pants. "What do you think, Clay?" She turned to the large boy sitting beside her.

"I don't know, Kimiko." Clay answered honestly. He had a stocky build, blonde hair, blue eyes, a round nose, a few light freckles under his eyes, big hands and huge arms. He was naturally the biggest of the four. "But what if-" Clay was interrupted when a small green dragon slithered into the meditation hall.

"Morning, kids." The lizard-sized dragon stretched.

"Hey, Dojo, why did Master Fung want to speak to us?" Raimundo asked with a quizzical face. "Is it about the 'you-know-what' in Omi's underwear drawer?"

"What about my underwear drawer?" Omi asked with a confused and worried tone.

"Oh, good, so it's not about that." Raimundo let out a breath of relief before turning to Omi. "Don't open your underwear drawer." He whispered.

"Actually, Master Fung isn't here." Dojo answered.

"What do you mean he's not here?" Kimiko asked.

"He went to pick up someone special from the airport. But he'll be back soon and said he'll want to speak to you then." Dojo pulled out a sheet of paper and his reading glasses. "In the meantime, I have to complete a list of things I need to do before he gets back."

"So what do we do?" Clay asked.

"Oh, he said for you to tidy up the place and clear out the additional room in the sleeping quarters. It hasn't been cleaned in a while." Dojo read off from the list. "I need to get started." Dojo slithered off.

"Who do you think is this special person Master Fung is bringing to the temple?" Omi asked with a huge smile on his face. All four monks stood up and began walking to their sleeping quarters to do as they were told.

"Maybe it's a friend of his." Raimundo answered.

"Or maybe his girlfriend." Kimiko added.

"Eww! No way!" Raimundo gagged.

"What if we're gettin' a new monk?" Clay guessed.

"Dude! That would be awesome! I've been dying to talk to someone other than you three." Raimundo had a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. But that glimmer disappeared when he glanced at his fellow monks giving him the stink eye. "Not that there's anything wrong with you guys! You're awesome!" Raimundo quickly added to avoid getting pummeled by his friends.

"Welp, this is it." Clay said.

Raimundo pushed the curtains away, revealing a room that wasn't much different from theirs. Except there was a (literal) mountain of dust that, as soon as the curtain was pushed away, fell down on top of the monks. One by one, each monk pushed their head out of the dust.

"I know Dojo said this room hasn't been cleaned in a while," Kimiko said, "But how long is 'a while'?"

"According to all of this dust," Omi stated, "About 1500 years."

"We should get started." Clay said.

"Or we could take the easy way out." Raimundo said. "You might want to close your eyes."

The monks did as suggested as Raimundo took a huge breath of air. Using his Wind Element, he tripled the effect of his breath created a tornado of dust when he blew out. The tornado twisted around until it was outside, where it dispersed. Inside the quarters, the room was sparkling clean.

"Done." Raimundo said with a smirk. He turned around to see his friends covered in dust, except for their eyes, which they had covered with their hands. Omi sneezed, causing him to bounce and ricochet off the walls until Clay caught him in his large hands.

"Excuse me." Omi pardoned.

"Oh, good you're done." Dojo came slivering in. "Hey, you're all filthy." He stated when he saw the three monks.

"You don't say." Kimiko grumbled as she wiped the dust of herself.

"Anyway, Master Fung is back. And he wants to introduce you to someone." Dojo slithered out.

In the meditation hall, a tall, slender, 15-year-old girl stood still in the center. She had waist-long, blonde hair in a tight fishtail braid, with a white stripe on her left side in it's own fishtail braid, and she wore an Australian hat with a crocodile tooth necklace around her neck and white sneakers, with Bermuda jeans, and a forget-me-not blue T-shirt. Her sapphire blue eyes nervously glanced around the hall. Her hands fumbled with themselves, like she was expecting to be attacked at any moment.

She stood next to Master Fung. He was a bald man with a mustache and a goatee, that had long thick eyebrows. He wore a white shirt under a short-sleeve blue shirt that he wore open, revealing a medallion around his neck in between the shirt.

"Are you alright, Sheila? You seem a bit uneasy." Master Fung asked.

"I'm f-fine." The girl said in a small voice. She had an Australian accent with a nervous tone. "I'm like this whenever I'm in a new place with people I don't know."

"It is alright. You are perfectly safe here." Master Fung put a hand on her shoulder. But the sudden contact made Sheila flinch. But before Master Fung could ask her anything, the four Xiaolin monks arrived in the meditation hall. They bowed respectfully to their master.

"Young monks. This is Sheila Alice." Master Fung gestured to the girl beside him. "She will be joining you on your journey to greatness."

The monks gave Sheila warm smiles, but she didn't do anything or move. She scanned over the four friends, as if she were scanning them for a certain weakness. The monks glanced at each other.

Omi was the first to step forth. "Hello, Sheila. My name is Omi. I'm sure we will be the best of friends. I'll teach you everything that I know. Well enough, to get you up to Apprentice level, anyway."

Kimiko came up next. "I'm Kimiko. It'll be nice to have another girl in the group."

Clay took off his hat. "Howdy, I'm Clay. If you need anything just ask."

Raimundo gave Sheila a peace sign. "S'up. I'm Raimundo."

"G'day," Sheila squeaked out and gave them a little wave.

"Why don't you four give Sheila a tour of the temple?" Master Fung suggested.

"Yes, that would be most enjoyable." Omi ran up and tried to pull Sheila's hand, but as soon as they made contact, Sheila nervously snatched her hand away. This made Omi a little confused as well as a little hurt.

"Sorry," Sheila quickly apologized, "I don't like being touched."

"Alright, then let's go," Kimiko gave her a reassured smile.

Sheila grabbed her luggage and hesitantly followed the four monks.

The temple was beautiful. It had blue-tiled roofs, creamy beige walls and scattered gardens over 4 acres of land. Sheila tried to pay careful attention to where all the facilities and important buildings were laid out. So far, she had seen the kitchen, the showers, the training grounds, and sleeping quarters. It was a little hard to keep pace with the monks. She seemed to like walking fast, because she had to remind herself to slow down every few seconds.

"And these are the sleeping quarters." Omi said. "We will leave to get settled in. You may change into the training clothes that have been provided in your room and meet us at the training grounds."

"Thanks." Sheila said shyly and made her way down the hall to her room. On her way, she glanced into each of the monks rooms. She wasn't one to snoop, but she had a habit of glancing at things that caught her eye.

The first room was mostly likely to be Omi's. It was tidy and clean with pictures of himself and a few of him with his friends. The second one was Clay's because it had Texas decor with wooden statues of wooden Buffalo and cowboys. The third was Kimiko's. It had a chest with different brightly colored and styled wigs and Japanese magazines were kept in piles. The fourth was obviously Raimundo's since it had a football (soccer ball) and trophies and a Brazilian flag was hung up on the back wall.

She peeked into her room. It was like the other rooms, except it was a bit smaller. She stepped inside, put down her bag and started unpacking. She opened the trunk and when she saw a little green creature in there, she shrieked.

"What? What happened?!" The creature pocked its head out the trunk and looked around before looking at the girl. "Oh, you're the new girl. Uh, Sheila, right?"

"Y-Yes." Sheila said. Her fear had been replaced with curiosity. "What are you?"

"I'm Dojo. I'm the dragon of the temple." He slithered out of the trunk and in front of Sheila so that she could a good look at him.

"Whoa." She breathed. "What were ya doin' in my trunk?"

"Oh, I was putting away your training clothes." Dojo pulled out a freshly made female Xiaolin monk robe like the one Kimiko wore, but this one was a bigger size.

"Oh, thank you." Sheila gave him a smile. "Now I need to get dressed."

"Alright, I'll be with the other monks." Dojo said before he slithered out. "Meet us there when you're ready."

Sheila waved at Dojo and put her hand down when he left. Her smile disappeared and she went back to unpacking. She didn't have much, just her clothes, her journal, some books, a wallet with a credit card her dad had given her when she left. She pulled out a stuffed barn owl that her twin brother made for her when they were 5 and placed it on the mat that she assumed was her bed. She also brought out a picture frame of her family. She sighed and placed it on the other side of the mat.

"Hopefully things will be better," She breathed out.

The four monks were lined up with one another. They were waiting for Sheila so that they could introduce her to the routine of temple and help her understand the Shen Gong Wu concept.

"I'm here." Sheila said. She had actually stood there for a whole minute, waiting for everyone to notice her presence, but decided that they didn't hear her come up from behind.

"Ah!" It actually made Raimundo jump. "Jesus, I didn't even hear your footsteps!"

"Sorry." Sheila apologized. "My feet are naturally silent."

Sheila wore exactly what Kimiko was wearing, but when the two girls stood side by side, Sheila was much taller than Kimiko by at least 2 feet. Sheila reached up to Clay's shoulder, where as Kimiko only reached up to Raimundo's mid-chest.

"Now that you are here, we can explain what we do at the temple." Master Fung said. "Here comes Dojo with the scroll right now."

Dojo came slithering towards with a large scroll in a covering that was meant to be pulled. He handed the scroll to Master Fung before slithering up his shoulder and rested there.

"1500 years ago, a monk named Grand Master Dashi created magical artifacts called Shen Gong Wu. These creations helped Dashi stop the evil witch Wuya." The scroll showed what was happening as Master Fung told the story. "In the end, Dashi trapped Wuya in a simple wooden puzzle box. Then he spread his Shen Gong Wu around the world. These artifacts have been activating since a few years ago. And it is the responsibility of the Xiaolin Dragons to collect the Shen Gong Wu when they activate."

Suddenly, Dojo started shaking and trembling.

"What's happening?" Sheila asked out of concern.

"A new Wu just revealed itself." Dojo said. He closed the scroll and opened it again, showing an object that looked like a small, handheld, intricate double mirror. "It's the Mirror-Mirror! A mirror that can create an exact copy of anything or anyone, and it can do the same thing as the object that was copied. But it only lasts for a few minutes."

"This is the first Wu we've had in over 2 weeks." Kimiko said. "I'm actually glad. I need to get out of this place for a while."

"Let's go, people. We've got a Wu waiting for us." Dojo said. In the blink of an eye, Dojo grew to the size of 4 school buses.

"We've got to change." Kimiko said as the other four monks ran off to their quarters. Sheila followed them but at a distance.

"She is a peculiar one, isn't she, Dojo." Master Fung asked the dragon.

"Yeah, it's almost like she's scared of them." Dojo answered.

"Ah, Myrtle Beach. Gotta love this the beach." Dojo landed in South Carolina. It was autumn, meaning the cold winds blew and the sand whipped around like little mini tornados.

The monks had returned into their original clothes. Raimundo wore a white short-sleeved hoodie, red shoes, baggy green trousers, red wristbands and a medallion. Clay wore a shirt with long jeans, cowboy boots, brown gloves, a red handkerchief, and his cowboy hat. Omi wore his usual temple robes. Kimiko wore a cute hot pink and sky blue Harajuku style Navy wind sailor uniform with gradient galaxy canvas shoes with a Lolita rainbow wig with a white bow.

Sheila wore what she had when she arrived at the temple. She found Kimiko's dressing style. . . unique. It was very different from what the other girls in Australia wore. She's liked Kimiko's creativity but she couldn't look at her for long because the bright colors that she wore hurt Sheila's eyes too much.

"I don't suppose we have to spend hours digging in the sand?" Raimundo asked. He was holding Dojo as if he were a metal detector.

"Cold, cold, lukewarm," Dojo announced as Raimundo kept getting closer to the Wu.

Sheila surveyed her surroundings. There was nothing but sand and grassy dunes for miles. Looking down, Sheila found a beautiful chestnut cowrie shell. She picked it up as a keep sake and put it in her pocket. Out of the corner of her eye, Sheila noticed a shimmering object stuck in the dunes up where Dojo was leading Raimundo and everyone else. She started walking up past everyone and immediately went straight for the small object.

"Um, Sheila, where are you going?" Omi pondered, but was ignored.

She kept walking until the object was at her feet. She reached down and pulled it out of the dry sand. It was a pocket-sized mirror with a dragon design on it.

"Oh dear, thank you for finding my mirror." A sweet voice said in front of Sheila.

She looked up to see a woman who resembled a vampire in some aspects. She looked quite young and beautiful; she had long red hair and copper brown skin with pointed ears and sharp canines and possibly red lipstick and wore a black robe with purple outlines, a red sash and no footwear. She wore black make-up under both eyes and with three vertical lines coming off each horizontal line. Her eyes were an abnormal bright green. The strange woman held out a hand with pointed nails, expecting the girl to just give her the mirror. But Sheila did nothing but look at the woman.

"Uh, I said, thank you for finding my mirror." She repeated, thinking that Sheila didn't hear her the first time.

"Sheila!" Omi called from behind her. Sheila turned her head slightly so that she could look at Omi and keep her eye on the woman. Omi warned. "That is Wuya! She is the evil witch!"

"Oh, forget it!" The woman named Wuya spat. She just tried to snatch the mirror from Sheila but the girl didn't have it in her hand.

"What?!" Wuya shrieked. She looked at the girl's other hand and saw her clutching something. Wuya grabbed Sheila's wrist. Sheila flinched, causing her to drop the object she held in her hand.

"Aha!" Wuya caught the object in her hand.

"NO!" The monks rushed to Sheila's side.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but finders keepers!" Wuya showed off the Wu.

"..."

Wuya saw the monk's confused looks. "What?"

"You're not holding the Wu." Clay pointed out. Wuya looked at the object in her hand. It was the chestnut cowrie shell that Sheila had picked up earlier.

"A shell?!" Wuya yelled in rage. She threw the shell at Sheila, who caught it before it hit her face. "Where's the Wu?!"

"I didn't pick up a Wu." Sheila lied, keeping a straight face. "I picked up the shell as a keepsake. But you can have it if you want it that badly."

"So, Wuya. Who are you with this time? Jack or Chase?" Kimiko taunted.

"Chase didn't want to come so he sent some of his minions to keep an eye on me." Wuya sneered and pointed behind her. Five lions were laying on the dunes and watching Wuya as if she were a wounded gazelle. "And Jack is an idiot."

"Are we done here?" Sheila asked. "I'm getting sand in my shoes."

"Who's the new meat?" Wuya asked with an irritated tone.

"None of your bizzo." Sheila retorted in an equally irritated tone.

"Well, aren't you a little rude." Wuya placed a hand on her hip and scowled.

Suddenly, the sound of helicopter blades filled the air.

"Sorry, I'm late!" A high-shrilled voice called from the air. It was a tall, thin, and extremely pale, boy with red eyes and spiky red hair. He had an oval-shaped face, a pointed nose, a widow's peak, and thick, black eyebrows. He was in his teens and dressed in a "Gothic/Punk Rock" style, wearing a long, black coat with a high collar, black fingerless gloves, black pants, and black boots. He also wore a heli-pack and yellow spiral goggles. He had black marks under his eyes, probably drawn on with make-up, just like Wuya did, but his were more modest. "What did I miss? Who won the Showdown?"

"There was no showdown, Jack." Raimundo said. "No one found the Wu."

"Really?" Jack asked. "Like it's still out there?"

"Probably not," Wuya groaned. "I've been here for a whole hour and even I couldn't find it."

"Maybe it was a false alarm?" Sheila asked.

"Nah." Clay answered. "If it was a false alarm, nothin' would've shown up on the scroll."

The boy named Jack looked Sheila up and down. "Who's the chick?"

"I've said it before, and I'll say it again: It's none of your bizzo." Sheila said sharply.

"Oh well, might as well get some action going." Jack said before he pressed a button on his watch. At least 35 flying objects came out of nowhere and were flying towards the had hands with long and sharp, metallic claws, no feet or legs, and had weird looking faces. "Jack-bots!" Jack yelled. "Attack!"

And so the monks went into action. Kimiko brought down several Jack-bots by herding them all together. "Star Hanabi! Wudai Mars Fire!" Kimiko held what looked like an orange-brownish colored lone star with a ruby-looking circular gem at the center that blasted an inferno of fire that went straight through the several Jack-bots, causing them to explode.

"Sword of the Storm! Shuko Astro Wind!" Raimundo yelled as he brought out a sword. It looked like a normal bronze sword but with a few distinct characteristics like an opening near the tip of it with a gem at the guard of it and a piece of red thread at the end of the hilt. Raimundo started moving the blade in a circular motion to create a tornado that sucked in ten Jack-bots. The Jack-bots crashed around as they weaved and tumbled in an F-5 funnel cloud.

"Orb of Tornami! Wudai Neptune Water!" Omi shouted and held out a round, bright blue orb. It unleashed a mighty flood of water, that short-circuited another ten Jack-bots.

"Wudai Crater Earth! Fist of Tebigong!" Clay used a goldish-bronze colored fist with black line designs that fit over his hand and wrist. He punched a line of the last remaining eight Jack-bots that were coming towards him and they all crashed into each other one-by-one.

"Whoa!" Sheila just stood there in awe.

"Hey," Jack pushed back his red hair and tried to look suave in front of Sheila. "Why don't we get out of here and go somewhere private?" He put his arm around Sheila's shoulder.

"Take it off before I break it off and shove it up your arse." Sheila gritted through her teeth.

"Oh, feisty. I like that in a girl." Jack complimented without taking his arm off of her shoulder.

"Don't say I didn't warn ya," Sheila said and grabbed Jack's wrist. She flipped him over her and twisted his arm behind his back. Sheila hesitated when she heard a sickening CRACK when she twisted his arm, and jumped on Jack's back, pinning him to the ground and held him in a chokehold.

"Okay! Okay! I give!" Jack cried and banged on the sand with his fist. "Uncle!"

Sheila released him and stood up. She was wiping off the sand when she saw the monks with shocked faces. "What?"

"Uh, nothing." Kimiko answered for all of them.

"Can we please go now?" Sheila asked with a little more urgency in her voice.

"Alright, alright! All aboard." Dojo slithered from out from under Clay's hat and grew into his full size. Everyone climbed on and soon Dojo flew off.

"That girl seems quite different." Wuya said to her self. "And yet, quite familiar."

"You gotta admit. She's is kinda cute." Jack admitted while straightening himself out.

Wuya stared blankly at Jack. "What is wrong with you?"

"I like tough girls." Jack shrugged.

Dojo flew back to the temple within a half-an-hour. Master Fung was waiting for them when Dojo landed.

"Was your search successful, young monks?" Master Fung asked.

"No," Kimiko grudged. "No one could find the Wu."

"Here." Sheila said and gave Master Fung a small round mirror with a dragon design on it.

"That's it!" Dojo cried and slithered up on Sheila's shoulder. But she didn't flinch this time when he touched her. "That's the Mirror-Mirror!"

"But I thought you said you didn't find it." Raimundo scratched his head.

"I did." Sheila turned to him and gave him a blank look. "But I lied to make Wuya think we didn't have it or we'd have a real fight on our hands. Plus I don't like attention." Raimundo raised his eyebrow at Sheila.

"Excellent work, Sheila." Master Fung said. "Sometimes it is best to keep silent than to bring unwanted attention to one's activities."

Sheila blushed, but she bowed to Master Fung to hide it. "Thank you, Master."

"That is all for today." Master Fung told everyone before he headed off somewhere unknown to Sheila.

"Oy, Dojo." Sheila said to the little dragon.

"Yeah?" He turned to face her.

"Mind if I draw ya for me journal?" She asked.

"Sure, why not?" Dojo agreed. Sheila then started walking off to the sleeping quarters. "Make sure you get my good side." Dojo added.

"Thanks for posing, Dojo." Sheila thanked the little dragon.

"No problemo." Dojo said. He was lying on his side with his head resting on his hand.

"So what's it like to be a dragon?" Sheila asked. She was drawing Dojo with colored pencils in a journal the size of an ordinary box.

"Well, first off, like other reptiles, I was hatched from an egg." Dojo began to reminisce. "I was hatched at the temple, you know. And I was cared for by one of the best dragon care-takers, Jade."

"Jade?" Sheila asked.

"Oh, yeah. She was one of the first Xiaolin monks ever. She was strict about following the temple rules. And Dashi found that as an easy target for pranks. She would get so mad, she would kick his butt from here to Hong Kong." Dojo laughed. "Those were the days." Dojo blabbed on and on about his life for a few more minutes.

"Finished!" Sheila said.

"Oh, let me see!" Dojo slithered over to see his picture in her journal. "Hmm, not bad." The drawing was quite good. She had a eye for detail and the shades were accurate. "Hey, now that that's done, you wanna get something to eat?"

"Sure." Sheila said.

"Let me just put this down and-OOPS!" Dojo's tail accidentally flicked the picture frame of Sheila's family. "Sorry."

"It's okay. There's no damage done." Sheila said, straightening the picture.

"So is this your family?" Dojo asked.

"Yeah." Sheila answered with a little bit of sadness in her tone. The picture consisted of five people, which Sheila named off as she pointed to each person.

"That's Alexis, the eldest." Alexis was a tall woman wearing a blood-red shirt with camouflage pants and combat boots. She had long brown hair in a long ponytail and angry brown eyes that seemed to pierce your soul, and she wasn't smiling, like she wanted to rip out your guts as well.

"Richard the second eldest." A guy with slick black hair and ivy green eyes, wearing a green shirt with long jeans and white shoes. He had his mouth open like he was singing, revealing perfect teeth.

"Lorelei, the third eldest." A beautiful girl, at least within her late teen years, with ruby red hair in two really long pigtails and vividly purple eyes (though those may have been contacts), with makeup, mostly purple eye-shadow and red lipstick with a hint of blush on her very pale face. She wore a lovely short, purple sun dress that was only half-modest with lots of jewelry and purple high heels. She gave the camera a seductive look, like she was enticing you to do her every bidding.

"Then there's me and my twin brother, Boomer." Sheila looked like she was a lot younger in the photo, at least 9-years-old, as did her twin brother. They looked almost exactly the same. Their golden-blond hair was short, almost down to their chins, along with the white stripe on the left side. They both wore forget-me-not blue T-shirts with Bermuda jeans and whites sneakers, and were smiling and had locked arms around each other. The only differences were that Sheila's eyes were a solid sapphire blue, while Boomer's were a slightly lighter blue with grayish-green specks in them. And there were a lot of scars on Boomer's legs.

"What happened to Boomer's legs?" Dojo asked. Sheila's face darkened when she stared at her brother in the photo. His legs in the present day were normal, but they had faint traces of white lashes on them, as if they were faded.

"I don't want to talk about it." Sheila said. She set down the photo and walk out of her room in a fast pace.

"Was it something I said?" Dojo asked as he slithered out and joined Sheila.

"No, it's not your fault." Sheila said. She picked Dojo up and set him on her shoulder. "Boomer went through something traumatic when we were little and even I get nightmares from it. It's also the reason I carry vinegar with me wherever I go."

Dojo decided to change the subject. "Hey, how did you learn those moves that you use on Jack Spicer?"

Sheila froze in her tracks. "Jack Spicer?" A chill ran down her spine at his name.

"Yeah. Why? Do you know him?" Dojo asked.

"No. I thought he had a weird last name." Sheila said.

"Yeah, it is kind of weird for a last name." Dojo admitted as he curled around Sheila's hat.

Sheila looked down at the ground in thought. 'Jack Spicer? I can't believe I didn't recognize him! He's changed so much since-'

Sheila snapped out of her thought when she bumped into Clay, knocking them both to the ground. "Oh, sorry, Clay."

"Nah, that's my fault. I didn't see ya, and I didn't hear ya either." Clay said.

"Yeah, I get that a lot." Sheila said as she stood up. She held out her hand for Clay, who took it politely.

"Gotta warn ya, I'm a lot heavier than I-" Clay was yanked upward from the ground and was back on his feet in a split second.

"You were saying?" Sheila smiled innocently at Clay.

"Woo-wee, I have ta admit. You're a lot stronger than ya look, little lady." Clay straightened his hat.

Sheila blushed a deep red. "Thanks." She said in a small voice.

Later that evening, Sheila was holding her iPhone, while she had her eyes closed and sat in the middle of her room.

'I should call and apologize for hurting him. But it was pretty clear today that Jack and the monks were enemies.' Sheila talked to herself inside of her head. She did that sometimes, even when she was completely alone she would talk openly to herself. 'But if I don't apologize to Jack, the guilt will be weighing over my head like a bloated elephant.'

With a sigh, Sheila made up her mind and dialed Jack's number. Her heart pounded as she heard it ringing on the other end.

"Jack Spicer, Evil Boy Genius speaking." Jack's voice came over the phone.

"Oi, Jack. It's me." Sheila said.

"...Aren't the Australian girl that kicked my ass today?" He asked over the phone.

"Yes, sorry about that, but you really don't remember little Sheila Alice? When you were in Australia for two weeks with your family? You stayed in that big mansion with an insane family?" Sheila smiled to herself.

"Wait, you mean, little 'Wonderland Alice'?" Jack's voice got a little happier.

"Yes! It's me!" Sheila laughed.

"Wow, I'm so sorry! You got older and bigger! I didn't connect the dots!"

"Neither did I!"

"Hey, wanna come over and talk a little bit?"

Sheila stopped herself. Sneaking out at night? When it was lights out? That was never her style. She never even had the guts to do it when she was a little girl. But, she hadn't seen Jack in so long. and it would sound rude if she declined. But she also didn't want to be caught breaking the rules. Well, maybe she could make it back before anyone woke up. She didn't need that much anyway, all she needed was 45 minutes and she was good to go for an entire day. Looking at her clock, it read 10:45 p.m.

"All right, sure. Where do ya live?" Sheila said. Hopefully it wouldn't be too far from here.

"I don't live far from the temple. Just a few miles down the road." Jack said. "Look for a huge house with a lot of Jack-bots surrounding it, you can't miss it."

"Grouse (great). I'll be there soon." Sheila said before she hung up.

Sneaking out of the temple was a lot easier than Sheila thought. The only thing she had to worry about was avoiding Omi, who was still meditating in the courtyard. Good thing her feet were naturally quiet. She was able to make it out before Omi could even open his eyes.

She was glad to be outside at night, anyway. She hated the sun. It just blinded and burned people and it could actually kill people. But the moon was so much better. During the night it was a time for adventure and secrets. The night sky was beautiful in Australia, mostly because you could actually see it. And the moon controlled the tides and it was different overtime you saw it.

Tonight the sky shimmered with stars like diamonds on a black velvet carpet. The full moon glowed with silvery light that pierced through the darkness of the forest. She felt energized by the moon's light. Though, Sheila had the sensation that she was being watched. She looked around until she spotted a crow gazing at her. Thought it was too dark to see any specific detail, she could see the outline and the beak and talons of the crow. Sheila continued walking away, getting an eerie vibe from the crow.

Soon Sheila came across and Chinese temple themed building with dark gray and black coloring and a large wall surrounding it. She stepped forward but she was immediately surrounded by five Jack-bots.

"INTRUDER!" One of the Jack-bot blared.

"State your business." Another one demanded.

"Um, I'm here to see Jack Spicer." Sheila said.

The Jack-bots floated in a moment of silence before one of Jack-bots turned around. "This way please." It said. Sheila followed the robot to the doors of a root cellar and followed it down a set of stairs to what looked like a lair with robotic parts covering the tables and computers everywhere.

"Hey, Sheila!" Jack came down the steps of a door and greeted Sheila.

"Oi, Jack." Sheila gave Jack a nuggie. She was a bit taller than him, but only by an inch.

"Is your family still insane?" Jack asked.

"Insane as they'll ever be!" Sheila laughed.

"How's your brother?"

"A lot better, thanks. The scars are almost gone, now they're just pale lines."

Jack lead Sheila over to a couch and they both sat and talked for hours. Jack's father was friends with Sheila's father since high school, which is why Jack's family came to live with them for two weeks when Sheila's father remarried when Sheila and Jack were both 9. Jack and Sheila would often play pranks on the cleaning staff and steal desserts from the chef.

"So, how are they treating you at the temple?" Jack asked.

Sheila looked down a little bit. "They think that I'm weird. I still haven't told them about my 'you-know-what'."

"Oh." Jack straightened. "Right. The reason why you were so much stronger than the other boys when we were kids."

"Well, anyway." Sheila perked up. "So, why were you trying to kill the monks?"

"I'm Heylin." Jack answered simply.

Sheila raised an eyebrow and tilted her head to the left. "Hey-lin?"

"They didn't tell you?" Jack asked.

"They didn't tell me a lot of things. Just about the temple, Wuya, and the Shen Gong Wu." Sheila answered.

"Well, here's how it works. The Xiaolin are the good guys and the Heylin are the bad guys. I'm one of the Heylin, and you're one of the Xiaolin." Jack explained. "So, naturally, we'd be enemies. I'm trying to get the Shen Gong Wu so I can take over the world."

"How many people are there on the Heylin side?"

"11 people that I've counted so far, including me." Jack said counting off his fingers. "And there are 11 people who are Xiaolin, including you. Now, at least tell me they explained what a Xiaolin Showdown is."

"No." Sheila said. "It's like they just expect me to know all of this."

"It's when more than one person grabs a Shen Gong Wu at the same time, a Xiaolin Showdown occurs. In this namesake competition, each side wagers a Shen Gong Wu he or she already owns. In some cases, the competitors invoke a Shen Yi Bu Dare, where multiple (usually two) Shen Gong Wu are wagered. The winner obtains all the Shen Gong Wu fought for, totaling five Shen Gong Wu. In some cases, when more than two people touch a Shen Gong Wu at once, a different kind of Xiaolin Showdown occurs: the Showdown Trio is a two-on-one or three-person free-for-all, a Xiaolin Showdown Tsunami is either a two-on-two or a four-person free-for-all Showdown, and an Eight-Way Xiaolin Showdown is a four-on-four Showdown." Jack breathed heavily.

"Okay, great. I think I've got it." Sheila said. "Thanks, Jack. You know how much I hate it when I'm confused." Sheila checked her phone to see it was 6:30 am.

"Crikey!" Sheila cried. "I need to get back before anyone notices I'm gone!" Sheila jumped off the couch and ran for the cellar doors.

"Wait!" Jack shouted. "One more question before you go!"

"Yes?" Sheila asked.

A smile came across Jack's mouth. "Did you find the Wu and hide it from Wuya?"

"It wasn't that hard." Sheila smiled back.

"How'ja do it?"

"Well, first I picked up a shell that I wanted as a keepsake. But then Wuya showed up and pretended to be the owner of it. I just did that thing where I stare at people so that it unnerves them until the monks gave her a distraction. Then I did what my father taught me, and slipped the Wu into my pocket and took out the shell to make it look like I picked that up instead." Sheila laughed. "Wuya can be a bit of a dill (an idiot)!"

Jack snickered. "She's not that hard to fool." But then Jack frowned. "And you do realize that the next time we meet, we'll be enemies right?"

"Oh, yeah." Sheila frowned with him. "Well, see ya."

Sheila made it back to the temple before anyone was even awake. She had quickly changed into to her training robes, did her morning routine, and went into the kitchen. Even though she didn't get a wink of sleep, she didn't feel the least bit tired. She could go for two days without sleep and still do what he needed to. Sheila knew it was unhealthy to do that, but it was one of her "special gifts" as her brother called it. It was just how she was.

She walked into the kitchen to see that no one was even up yet. But Sheila actually liked to be early. She always stressed out when she was late because she was afraid of missing something important or afraid of being left behind. The sun was just peaking over the horizon at 7:34 a.m. Birds began to sing and the morning doves were cooing.

"I don't think anyone would mind if I made some brekkie (breakfast)." Sheila said as she look through the kitchen's inventory. Sheila liked watching the chef cook for her family and sometimes would even help him. He taught her a lot about cooking.

Soon, Sheila had eggs frying, toast in the toaster, and some snags (sausages) on another pan on the stove. There was enough for everyone and more if someone wanted seconds. She turned the sausages every two minutes until they were nice and brown. The eggs were also flipped every few minutes. It wasn't long until she heard someone sniffing around and walking into the kitchen.

"Somethin' smells good." Sheila heard Clay's voice. He came into the kitchen wearing his training robes as well.

"Mornin'," Sheila greeted.

"I knew somethin' was cookin'." Clay was at the table at the speed of light with a napkin in his shirt and a knife and fork in hand.

"Welp," Sheila said, "You're just in time for grub." She set down a plate of toast, eggs, sausage, and a glass of orange juice. Clay ate the food in satisfaction. Within five minutes, his plate was empty.

"Hey, what's cooking?" Raimundo came in, rubbing his eyes.

"Food, what else?" Sheila joked.

Soon everyone came in to enjoy Sheila's cooking. There were no leftovers that morning, mostly because of Dojo and Clay fighting over the last sausage which Sheila cut half. "Young monks, once you are finished eating, you are to start on your chores." Master Fung announced. Everyone except Sheila groaned.

"What's wrong with doing chores?" Sheila asked, but she immediately regretted that because everyone turned toward her confusion. "What?"

"Well, uh, for one it's back breaking." Raimundo said.

"It's boring," Kimiko added.

"Actually," Sheila interrupted, "I get bored quite easily, so chores give me something to do. And I think chores make you stronger."

"Very perspective, Sheila." Master Fung said.

"*Cough* Teacher's pet *Cough*," Raimundo said into his fist. Sheila gave Raimundo a hurt expression. Thankfully, Kimiko didn't approve of Raimundo's behavior and slapped him upside the head without looking in his direction.

"What? It was just a joke." Raimundo rubbed the back of his neck. "Right, Sheila?"

"Yeah," Sheila said half-heartedly, "A joke."

Sheila scrubbed the floors until there was nothing left but a shiny layer of tile. So far she had washed all of the dishes and swept the courtyard. Sheila's arms would feel like noodles by the end of the day, but at least it would make time go by faster for her. She scrubbed in between the cracks with force and got most of the dirt out. She was only half way done with the Great Hall.

"Are you in need of assistance?" Sheila turned around to find Omi standing behind her.

"Nah, I'm good, mate." Sheila said and went back to scrubbing.

"It is not mating season." Omi said with confusion.

"What?" Sheila turned back around, equally confused.

"You called me "mate"." Omi said.

"Oh! No, in Australia, "mate" means "friend"." Sheila explained.

"Oh." Omi put a finger to his chin and thought.

"Also, what were you doing out of the temple past curfew?" Omi asked.

Sheila paused. 'Bloody hell!' She cursed in her mind.

"I may be young, but I don't have any bats in my bell tower!" Omi held his head.

"You mean, bats in the belfry?" Sheila asked.

"That too. Now what were you doing outside the temple at night?"

"I walk around when I can't sleep." Sheila answered quickly and scrubbed the floors even harder.

Omi was quiet for a moment before he said, "Okay." And he left Sheila in peace. Sheila let out a sigh of relief. Once she was done with the floors, she went to collect everyone's laundry. She found a stream where she was told she could wash the laundry. She couldn't help but notice a crow that kept stare at her. She stopped washing one of her shirts to look at the bird.

'It couldn't have been the same one from last night. Yeah, it has to be be a different one. It's not like someone ordered the crow to keep an eye on me, right?' Sheila chuckled in her head. She went back to washing her shirts, in complete ignorance.

While Sheila was thinking to herself, there was someone who was watching her through the eye of the crow.

He had long raven black hair and it was pushed back behind his face, like he didn't care, and his skin was Caucasian, and was wearing dark green armor like a solider. His eyes were an amberish gold and they diamond slits, like that of a lizard's eye. He couldn't be older than his early to mid 20's. He sat on a throne, watching Sheila through an orb.

This was the infamous Chase Young.

By his side, was the Heylin witch, Wuya. "I don't see what all the fuss is about. So far she just lies and does chores." Wuya scoffed.

"It is not her I'm concerned about." Chase Young said. "It's her powers that I'm interested in."

"What powers? She doesn't even know how to use the Shen Gong Wu!" Wuya shouted.

He looked at the red-head. "Do you really not see the resemblance?"

"Resemblance to who? I don't-Wait..." Wuya took a long look at Sheila's white stripe. "You don't mean-"

"I do. But we must wait for her powers to grow." Chase stared back down at Sheila. "And once we find the other one, that's when we will take action. For now, we will observe and put her in a few tests."

Thank you all so much for being patient with me!

I hope you love this redo of the last fanfic!

I made the chapter long enough for you.