Disclaimer: I don't own xiaolin showdown.

"Chase, I'm not kidding. I am sensing the rise of a great new evil!"

Chase Young, sat upon his stone throne, rubbed his temples, a headache beginning to form. For nearly the entirety of the day, Wuya had been prattling on about a new evil. It was seriously starting to bug him.

"For the last time Wuya, leave me alone. Instead of going on about this so called new evil to me, why don't you DEAL WITH IT YOURSELF!"

Chase Young's outburst immediately silenced the flame haired witch. Slightly ruffled, she walked out of the room muttering,

"Fine, don't say I didn't warn you…"

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The prince of darkness was in his bedroom, removing his precious armour. Lines of stress were etched into his face.

Chase Young sighed. Usually, he never had outbursts like this, but he'd had a lot on his mind lately. There was the threat of Hannibal Bean to worry about, and Wuya had also been acting pretty shifty lately. His most profound concern, yet the one he kept most hidden, was the increasing skill and strength of the little one. Chase Young was aware that the wind boy's promotion to Shoku warrior had severely dented the swelling pride of Omi. However, he sensed that this in due time would also make him stronger. Chase had already failed to deliver Omi to the side of evil, and knew that if his little one continued to blossom, he would be overthrown.

Chase Young climbed under the ebony silk sheets of his bed, closed his eyes, forced all thoughts out of his mind, and allowed himself to fall into a dreamless sleep.

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Somewhere in southeast England….

"Okay, now that I've got my plan all sorted out, just gotta find those magic words…"

A petit girl searched through the pile of books in her room, throwing aside the books that did not meet her demands.

"Crap, I know I put it somewhere…"

She gave up on her search momentarily, pausing only to place her curly, brown, shoulder-length (and rather greasy) hair behind her ears and push her glasses further up her nose. Casting her eyes to the pile of laundry in the corner of her room she caught sight of a brown, rectangular object poking out of it.

"Ah!"

Gingerly peeling a sticky red sock off the cover of the aged book, she revealed its title:

'Transportation into your favourite T.V. show guide for idiots.'

The girl grabbed her shoulder-bag which hung on her door and turned the pages of the book until she found the spell she was looking for. Her brown eyes shone with determination and a smirk played across her thin lips. She muttered the words on the page and in a flash of green light, was gone.

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Okay, this is lame so far, but it'll get better, I promise. No Mary sues or nothing. I'm just trying to set the scene. Don't have to review but I'd appreciate it…