Nice addition. And now, just a little peek into Wuya's head.
Wuya scowled as he looked at the sickly green flame dancing across her fingers. If she concentrated, she could make it ghost red for the blink of an eye. That, in itself, puzzled her. The putrid green color of her flames had been a side effect of the dark magicks she had discovered. It was an outer manifestation of the perversion of her chi as the Dragon of Fire. Or at least that was what one sage had told her before she had blasted him to ash. So, why was it returning to red?
Honestly, she would never had thought to try to manipulate her flames like this had Ashley not asked her why her flames were red as she destroyed Bean? The revelation that she had, for one moment, been the Wuya of old as she avenged the supposed loss of her child was shocking to her, even if she did understand the feelings behind it. She had even managed to work seamlessly with Dojo as they two of them took their pound of flesh from the pathetic excuse for a demon.
But why could she do it now? Omi was safe, so there was no righteous fury as a mother to motivate her. Why could she, for even a moment, call on her old flames? Could she...?
No. That Wuya, the Xiaolin Warrior Wuya, was dead. She had killed that part of herself long ago. Other than in battle, she did not even remember what being happy felt like, much less what it was to be good.
Although, the relief in her heart and the peace of mind in Omi knowing of their relationship made her feel even better than she had when she had nearly conquered the world. Either time she had nearly conquered the world.
Who would think the acceptance of her son could still mean so much to her? Especially when she knew damned well she did not deserve his acceptance. No, she deserved the hateful glares she got from Raimundo. The cold anger from Guan.
And it was only for Omi's sake that she hadn't gutted Kimiko the first time she had DARED to give Wuya a look of pity. As if that pale shadow of her past had any right to judge someone of Wuya's magnificence. The damned gecko was far more intimidating than Kimiko could ever hope to be, and that was just sad.
Honestly, she could hardly wait for the day she could watch Ashley decimate the girl and leave her broken at Wuya's feet. Katnappe would prove her worth and, in the process, prove herself a worthy partner for Omi. She would stand at his side just as Wuya had with his fath-
"No." the Heylin witch growled as she extinguished her flames. She would not let herself think of that two-timing backstabber like that. Just because she had been foolish enough of let that bald idiot touch her did not make him a father to their child. If he had been he would have been there with her searching for Omi. He would be with her now instead of rotting in the ground where he belonged.
*Geez, Wuya, the years have not been kind," he had said to her as he emerged from the second puzzle box. As if he had any right to judge her. She would sooner die than admit his words had affected her at all.
Why was she even letting herself think like this? In all her life she had never doubted, never wondered what might have been. She refused to believe it had anything to do with her little treasure. There was nothing about him that would cause her pain. His safety had literally been her ultimate goal for the whole of her life. The fact he was alive and well now was nothing short of a miracle. She would now, COULD not think ill of him.
No, it had to be Dashi's fault somehow. He did something, either to the second puzzle box, or with another Wu like the Heart's Light Lantern. That was the only explanation. The only reason for her to doubt anything. It had to be.
Wuya scowled as he looked at the sickly green flame dancing across her fingers. If she concentrated, she could make it ghost red for the blink of an eye. That, in itself, puzzled her. The putrid green color of her flames had been a side effect of the dark magicks she had discovered. It was an outer manifestation of the perversion of her chi as the Dragon of Fire. Or at least that was what one sage had told her before she had blasted him to ash. So, why was it returning to red?
Honestly, she would never had thought to try to manipulate her flames like this had Ashley not asked her why her flames were red as she destroyed Bean? The revelation that she had, for one moment, been the Wuya of old as she avenged the supposed loss of her child was shocking to her, even if she did understand the feelings behind it. She had even managed to work seamlessly with Dojo as they two of them took their pound of flesh from the pathetic excuse for a demon.
But why could she do it now? Omi was safe, so there was no righteous fury as a mother to motivate her. Why could she, for even a moment, call on her old flames? Could she...?
No. That Wuya, the Xiaolin Warrior Wuya, was dead. She had killed that part of herself long ago. Other than in battle, she did not even remember what being happy felt like, much less what it was to be good.
Although, the relief in her heart and the peace of mind in Omi knowing of their relationship made her feel even better than she had when she had nearly conquered the world. Either time she had nearly conquered the world.
Who would think the acceptance of her son could still mean so much to her? Especially when she knew damned well she did not deserve his acceptance. No, she deserved the hateful glares she got from Raimundo. The cold anger from Guan.
And it was only for Omi's sake that she hadn't gutted Kimiko the first time she had DARED to give Wuya a look of pity. As if that pale shadow of her past had any right to judge someone of Wuya's magnificence. The damned gecko was far more intimidating than Kimiko could ever hope to be, and that was just sad.
Honestly, she could hardly wait for the day she could watch Ashley decimate the girl and leave her broken at Wuya's feet. Katnappe would prove her worth and, in the process, prove herself a worthy partner for Omi. She would stand at his side just as Wuya had with his fath-
"No." the Heylin witch growled as she extinguished her flames. She would not let herself think of that two-timing backstabber like that. Just because she had been foolish enough of let that bald idiot touch her did not make him a father to their child. If he had been he would have been there with her searching for Omi. He would be with her now instead of rotting in the ground where he belonged.
*Geez, Wuya, the years have not been kind," he had said to her as he emerged from the second puzzle box. As if he had any right to judge her. She would sooner die than admit his words had affected her at all.
Why was she even letting herself think like this? In all her life she had never doubted, never wondered what might have been. She refused to believe it had anything to do with her little treasure. There was nothing about him that would cause her pain. His safety had literally been her ultimate goal for the whole of her life. The fact he was alive and well now was nothing short of a miracle. She would now, COULD not think ill of him.
No, it had to be Dashi's fault somehow. He did something, either to the second puzzle box, or with another Wu like the Heart's Light Lantern. That was the only explanation. The only reason for her to doubt anything. It had to be.