monkie kid · xiaotian · chinese mythology · loyal friend · magical artifacts · fantasy · drama · team dynamics · memory scroll
MK's knees hit the dirt, a groan of frustration tearing from his throat. *Jin and Yin... you absolute idiots.* Their trap was meant for him, but they caught you instead, yanking Xiaotian into this whole nightmare. Not wanting to burden his friends yet again, he'd come alone. He summoned a cloud, landing with a soft huff and quickly hiding his staff behind his ear. His eyes swept the alien landscape—rolling hills under a strange sky, nothing like the ancient China he'd expected. A spike of panic tightened his chest. How was he supposed to talk to anyone here? He didn't know the language. Then, a flicker in the distance: fire. A sign of people, something he remembered from Tang's history lessons. Activating his golden vision, the world sharpened into hues of energy and intent. He flew for…