Disclaimer: Yes! I own it! I own it all! That’s exactly why I still have to beg my parents for money and I’m writing this. In case you didn’t get the sarcasm, no I don’t own it. I do own their personalities and stuff.

Summary: Dwynwen was a young girl who’s only goal in life was to become a reclusive hermit and hide away from the rest of the world. But it seems the gods have other things in mind. With the help of Wukong and the others Dywn must save the world whether she wants to or not.

This is basically the story after the original story ‘XiYouJi’, but I never watched the actual series of ‘XiYouJi’ because I don’t understand Chinese(damn!), but I have read a lot about it and I’ve watched a little bit of ‘Monkey Magic’, and I did a lot of research, so I’m giving it a shot. I made up my own personalities for the characters of ‘XiYouJi’, but I hope their still good! Give it a chance, please!

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CHAPTER 1

A young girl around the age of 15 sat on a big red couch in a large three room apartments. She dialed a number from a black binder that rested on her lap.

“Hi. Mr. Swigerner? I would like to tell you about our magazine subscription. Now, please don’t hang up because then I’ll have to start over and it hurts my feelings,” she said into the ear phone she wore, boredly. She began to read magazines out of her binder. “Okay, we have ‘How to lose up to 10 pounds in one week’, ‘How to up your confidence’, and . . . Hello?” Great. He hung up. With a growl she dialed the number again. “I told you not to hang up. Now we have to start all over again.” she said with a small growl as she started to read again, but he hung up again. “Fine! Who needs ya?!” she yelled as she yanked the ear phone from her ear and threw it to the floor. Then she grabbed a remote and turned on a TV.

Her name was Dwynwen Stone. She had long shaggy brown hair in a ponytail and pale skin with dull grey eyes.

Since her parents died, she’s been living with her older brother Jack and his roommate Derek. Even though she was only 15 she had a job selling magazine subscriptions over the phone, and since she never left the apartment except to go shopping, it was the perfect job for her. All she did all day was sit on the couch, selling magazines over the phone, watch TV, or surf the web. It was amazing she didn’t get fat. In fact she was quiet thin.

“Dwyn. We need to talk.” said her older brother Jack as he looked at her over the railing, which was right above the couch.

“So talk.” said Dwynwen in her usual not caring tone as she tossed a bonbon in her mouth.

“Look at you! This is pathetic!” said Jack as he came down the small stairs. “You never leave the house! All you ever do is sit in here all day, eating bonbons all day.”

“Hey! What’s the big deal? I have a job! I help pay rent! And for the record, this is a apartment, not a house.” Dwynwen snapped.

“That’s not the point,” said Jack as he stood in front of her. “Look, I know you’re depressed about Mom and Dad, but you have to get over it! Look at yourself! Look how you’re dressed.”

“What’s wrong with the way I dress?” Dwynwen asked as she looked at her brother, insulted. She wore a oversized dark green robe, a long sleeved orange sweat shirt, and bright red shorts.

“You’re wearing your PJs! All day! And you never hang out with anyone! And your wardrobe totally clashes.” Dwynwen’s brother said.

“So? And that’s not true. I hang with Derek and Al.” Dwynwen defended. Just then a man wearing a tie-die shirt with a matching headband, a brown leather vest, with matching pants and mockensins entered the room. He had long messy blonde hair and you couldn’t see his eyes because they were covered by dark round glasses.

“Hey, man. We got any food?” he asked as he went to the fridge. Jack glared at him.

“Al...” he said slowly in a growl. “Why are you here? You don’t live here. You come in here everyday and you eat all our food. Why? Why don’t you get your own place for once?”

“Because man, we should not have to pay to live anywhere. We should live anywhere we want because it is our right,” said Al as he pulled out a carton of milk. “Any bonbons left?” he asked as he sat next to Dwynwen.

“Here.” said Dwynwen as she handed him the box of bonbons. Jack glared at them.

“Al, you are setting a bad example for Dwynwen! Why don’t you set a good example like Derek and I?”

Suddenly a man with a huge afro and a dashiki entered the room.

“Unbelievable! Can you believe it? Just because I threw one book at the judge they call me crazy and band me from the court room!” he exclaimed in a deep angry voice.

“Well, aren’t you?” asked Dwynwen.

“Well, yes! But they don’t have to put it so bluntly. Oh, well. At least I don’t have to worry about Jury duty anymore.” said the man, who’s name was Derek. Then he saw that Al and Dwynwen were eating bonbons. “Ooh, bonbons!” he said as he sat on the other side of Dwynwen.

Jack glared at them all.

“Those two don’t count. They’re not people. They’re nutcases.”

“Hey!” said Derek and Al. “Well, it’s true.” they agreed.

“That why I hired a counselor today.” he continued, ignoring them.

“What?!” exclaimed Dwynwen as she straightened up.

“Aw, man... You turned your own sister into the man? That’s not cool, man.” said Al.

“I didn’t turn her into the man! The counselor’s a woman. And I am doing this in Dwyn’s best interest. She needs to get help!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! Why she reminds me of myself when I was young.” said Derek. Jack stared at him, then turned to Dwynwen and repeated,

“Like I said, you need help. Now go get changed. She’ll be here any moment.”

“And what makes you think I’ll go through with this?” Dwynwen frowned.

“Because if you don’t I’ll cut our internet connection.” said Jack.

“Has anyone seen my shirt?” Dwynwen asked as she looked around the room for her shirt.

“I think it’s somewhere in your room.” said Al. Dwynwen gave a moan.

“Great...” she said as she stood. Then she stood and put a hand on Derek’s shoulder. “If I don’t come back, I want you to have my rock collection,” Then to Al she added, “You stay away from my funeral.” Derek grasped her arm.

“Godspeed, woman.” he said. Dwynwen nodded then went to her room.

The boys heard screams, the hissing of cats, and even a wolf howl. The boys shared a look with each other.

“Nah, I don’t want to know,” said Jack. “Now, you two get out of here.”

“What?!”

“I don’t want you here when the consoler gets here. Now go!” ordered Jack.

“Fine. I have more fun on the streets anyways.” said Al as he stood, making sure to grab the bonbons.

“Unhand that candy this moment you rat scallion!” Derek yelled as he ran after him.

“Not on your life, communist!” said Al as he ran.

When they were both out of the room, Jack shut the door.

God, he hoped Dwynwen wouldn’t turn out like them.

A few minutes later, the door bell rang. Jack set down the book he was reading, which was titled, ‘What to do when you live in a house full of crazy people’, and got up.

He walked over to the door and opened it. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened at the sight that beheld him.

Standing in front of his door was a beautiful woman wearing a pink business dress, a black shirt, and a pink hat with sunglasses.

“Is this the Stone’s apartment?” she asked, her voice soft and kind. Jack snapped back to reality.

“Uh, yes. Yes... Um, are you Miss Yin?” he asked, trying to regain his composure.

“Yes,” the woman said as she removed her round sunglasses to reveal her soft, heavenly crystal blue eyes. “You must be Mr. Jack Stone.” she said as she held out her hand.

“Yes! Yes, I am. Um, please come in, come in. My sister should be here in second.” Jack said as he shook her hand, the stepped aside to let her in. “Dwyn! Get out here!” he yelled.

“Coming!” Dwynwen yelled. They heard a loud roar, and then Dwynwen came stumbling out, pulling on a dark green robe that matched her slippers.

“Okay, I’m here.” she said as she straightened herself out.

“Why aren’t you wearing actual clothes?” Jack asked, scowling.

“I couldn’t find a clean shirt. Or pants. I looked, but I couldn’t find any. And I hope you know how lucky I am to be alive!” replied Dwynwen as she tied her robe closed.

“You are not properly dressed for our guest!”

“Oh, I don’t mind... Really.” Miss Yin interrupted politely. Jack calmed down.

“Well, I’ll just leave you two alone.” he said as he literally dragged himself from the room.

When Dwynwen and Miss Yin were alone, there was a awkward silence.

“Sooo...” said Dwynwen, trying to break the silence. “What do you want to talk about?”

“The truth is, Miss Stone, I did not come here to... council you as your brother wants.” Miss Yin said, getting straight to the point.

“Oh. Well, that’s a relief. So why are you here?” Dwynwen asked as she plopped onto a leather sofa chair. Miss Yin looked very serious as she looked Dwynwen in the eye.

“Your world is in terrible danger. The God, Amatsu seeks to destroy it, and you are the only one who can stop him.” she told her. Dwynwen stared at her.

“Right... You’ve been talking to Mr. Wiz down the hall, right?” she said.

“This is no joke young one. Your world really is in danger, and you’re the only one who can save it.” Miss Yin tried to convince her.

“Yeah right! Look, lady, I live in apartment building full of nutcases! I was apart of a circus. You’re going to have to wake up pretty early in the morning to...” Dwynwen trailed off as she opened her curtain and saw a black light come from the sky and made a tall building disappeared. Just like that. She blinked. “Okay...Looks like you got up pretty early...” she muttered as she staggered to her small kitchen. “But I haven’t left this apartment in a year unless it was shop for my anime, and I don’t plan to leave, even if the world’s coming to a end.” she said as he leaned on a counter.

The woman sighed.

“You leave me no choice, Miss Stone.” She waved her hand and suddenly the kitchen chair came to life and scooped Dwynwen in it and began to sped out of the room.

“Whaahahahhhhaaaaaaaaaa!!” Dwynwen screamed as the went down the many stairs. “Hey! Hey! Wait! Can’t we talk about this?!” But the chair ignored her pleas and they zoomed past a old man wearing a wizard hat.

“Okay, Wiz, you were right! Evil possessed chairs do exist!” she yelled as they zoomed by him.

“I told you!” The man yelled after them. “And you still owe me for that new game instalment.”

The chair skidded out of the building and into the street, going faster than most of the cars. No one seemed to notice that the black beams of light was making things disappear. Dwynwen turned to her left and saw a young girl looking at her out her car window. She waved at the young girl just before the chair spend a little faster.

‘I wonder if there’s a speed limit on driving chairs...’ Dwynwen wondered as she turned to face forward. She screamed when she saw a traffic cop in front of her.

“Move out of the way! Move out of the way! I don’t know how to stop this thing!!” she screamed. The traffic guard just turned towards them then let out a loud yell just before the chair ran him over.

Dwynwen turned in the chair, to see if he was alright. He seemed to be alive and moving...

‘I wonder if I can be charged with hit and run!’

The chair finally stopped in front of the subway stairs. Dwynwen fell out of the chair at the sudden stop.

“Ow... Okay! Never want to do that again!” she moaned. She looked down the subway stairs. It looked abandoned. “Am I suppose to go down there?” The chair seemed to nod. “Forget it! There’s no way I’m going down there!” The chair moved forward a little. “Okay! Okay, I’m going!” Dwynwen said, jumping away from the chair and holding her hands up. Suddenly a doomsayer came up.

“We’re all gonna die! The world is coming to a end!” he yelled.

“You don’t know the half of it.” Dwynwen mumbled as she ascended the subway stairs. It was really old, and looked abandoned; there were cobwebs, spiders and rats.

“Okay, Miss Yin! You kidnaped me and now I’m here, so where’s the magical portal that’s suppose to take me to wherever?” she asked, joking as she jumped in the empty railroad tracks. Suddenly, a bright swirling golden vortex appeared in front of her.

“I was kidding!! AHHH!!” she screamed just before she was sucked in.

She was spinning and turning as she traveled through the portal. Everything was bright and she could just barely see the golden surroundings.

Finally the portal spat her out on to a stone cold floor.

“Oww...” she moaned as she slowly got up. “I guess this is what I get for leaving my house.” She looked around and noticed that she was in a old tomb like place. She could hear the sound of a river around her, and in the center of the room was a old coffin. “Where... Am I?” she wondered.

“You’re in my tomb.” said a voice suddenly. Dwynwen jumped as she screamed loudly. Standing near the coffin was man with long golden hair that shined like sunshine and silver moon eyes. He was very handsome and looked no older than 23, but what shocked Dwynwen the most was that he was see through! “Sorry. Did I frighten you?” he asked, with a adorable naive look.

“A little!” exclaimed Dwynwen, as she scurried back into a wall. “Who are you? And what do you mean by your tomb?” The man smiled a little at Dwynwen’s fright.

“Let’s start with my name, shall we? My name is Xuanzang.” he said.

“Wait. Xuanzang? The Xuanzang from ‘The Journey West’?” asked Dwynwen.

“You’ve heard of me?” he asked, surprised.

“Of course! You’re a legend! I’ve always wanted to meet you!!” Dwynwen said, very excited. How many people actually got to meet the Xuanzang? Xuanzang chuckled a little.

“I am glad to hear I am remembered,” he said as he smiled charmingly. Dwynwen blushed a little. Who knew dead monks could be so charming? Then he became serious.“But we have more important matters to discus.”

“You mean Amatsu?” Dwynwen asked, remembering what Miss Yin had said to her. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t Amatsu the God of Evil? The dude who lives in the underworld?” Since she was almost always alone, she had a lot of time to study this kind of stuff.

In old legends, the solitary God of Hell, Amatsu Mikaboshi is the one of Darkness and Sin. Legends say he is the Shepard of Tarnished souls, governing over the souls of those whose lives were sinister and unrighteous in the Realm of Hell, Soku-no-Kumi. He was given the greatest and hardest task of all the Gods, and his reign is one fit only for one. He is the god of Sin and Darkness, and because of this he was a cold, bitter sort of God, feared more than respected. His fellow Gods find him a burden, but respect him just as well, since he must rule in seclusion over vile, Sinful souls as they say. He sees Humanity as the god Izanami did, a Sinful lot of ingrates who aren't deserving of the gift of live they were given. They say he was bitter and hateful toward them, but despite this he never acts out on his feelings and anger; rather he's very intolerant of Humankind. He is a God of sin and corruption, possessed of a cold, stoic and bitter nature.

Amatsu Mikaboshi was represented by the symbol Fuzen, the Sin. Often his symbol is used in Holy Ground purification rituals as well as rituals of communication along with a representation of his glory, an onyx mitama. Because of his Darkness, Amatsu Mikaboshi is not referred to as a Guardian, but instead referred to as the August Star, since he was born from the darkness of the Endless Stars.

But why would he be a threat? Why would he be attacking Dwynwen’s world? The legends said that even though he had a strong hatred for humankind, he never acted on his feelings, so why now?

Xuanzang’s eyes sadden.

“So you know.” he said.

“A little. Miss Yin mentioned it just before a building was destroyed. Well, actually it disappeared, but still. Why would Amatsu do this? I’ve read about Amatsu and they say that even though he had a strong hatred for humankind, he never acted on his feelings, so why is he attacking us now?” Dwynwen asked. Xuanzang looked sadder.

“He’s had enough of the human race. He’s had enough of our insolence, and is now using all his dark powers to rewind your world to the time before humankind. To the time when only gods existed.” he said.

“Oh, great... So that’s what happening.” Dwynwen muttered to herself.

“So you know the importance of this and why you must accept this task.” said Xuanzang, as he floated closer.

“Whoa! Whoa! I’m not accepting any task! Okay, look! I’m happy to meet you and all, but I was force here! Miss Yin made a chair that kidnaped me and ran over a cop on the way here, mind you!” said Dwynwen. “There’s no way I’m fighting some ancient god of evil! Okay? I am just a 15 year old girl, who’s life goal is to be a reclusive hermit, and I am very good at it, thank you! I’m not going to go and you can’t make me!” she pouted stubbornly as she crossed her arms. Xuanzang sighed.

“I understand. You are young, and obviously frighten. It’s alright.” he said.

“It is?” asked Dwynwen as she raised a eyebrow.

“Yes,” he said pleasantly as he smiled. “So what if your world’s destroyed and all of humankind are completely erased from existence and time it’s self. Oh, and please don’t let the fact that you could have done something to prevent it, haunt you for the rest of your life, which may be very short.” Dwynwen glared at him.

“Nice try, but guilt doesn’t work on me.” she said.

“True. But it's a shame you won't be able to get the reward.” Xuanzang sighed.

“I guess– Reward?” she said suddenly, very interested.

“Yes. If you accepted this task and completed it, Buddha would reward you greatly. But you don't want to do it so...” Xaunzang explained.

“This reward isn't some great spiritual thing, right? I mean, if I do decide to help you, and I do mean IF, I'll get real treasure like jewels and gold right?” Dwynwen asked as she looked at him skeptically.

“Yes, if that's what you desire.” Dwynwen saw money signs and then turned to the ghost monk.

“Alright, alright. I’ll help you do whatever it is you’re going to do as long as I don’t have to sell my soul or anything. So how do we stop a god?”she asked. Xuanzang smiled.

“Thank you for agreeing. You just need to find a scripture that my disciples and I could not retrieve.”

“Which is...?” Xuanzang looked sad.

“It is called the Creator’s Scripture. It is the strongest of all the scriptures and the most dangerous. That is why it was sealed long ago in Soku-no-Kumi. Amatsu was suppose to guard it, but now he’s using it to destroy. We must go down to Soku-no-Kumi and retrieve it.” he told her.

“Wait! So we have to go to hell? I’m bad, but not that bad! I mean, I'm greedy, but I never killed anyone! I can’t fight the forces of hell! And while we’re on that subject, how are we suppose to get that scripture? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not a warrior!” exclaimed Dwynwen. Xuanzang chuckled.

“Don’t worry. I cannot fight or anything, because I am dead, but I shall guide you as best as I can. And my former disciple, Sun Wukong, will be your teacher. He shall also guide and tech you. Also you will have the help of my other disciples. You do not have to take on this burden alone,” he said as he reached out to her. “I shall also be with you... until our task is done.” Dwynwen reached out to him and when they touched there was a bright flash of light and Dwynwen felt a cool, clam, gentle presence in her mind.

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Well, there’s the first chapter. What did you think? Did it suck? I need to know what you think so I can make it better people! So please review!!

Oh, by the way, here’s a little note:

Dwynwen’s name is Welsh. The variant of Welsh Dwynwen, itself from Welsh Dwyn “to steal” and (g)wyn “fair, holy, and white.”

And Xuanzang is also known as Tripitaka, and(more famously) Sanzo.

And Amatsu actually does exist in Chinese history, just for the record.

If you have any questions, just ask! And REVIEW!!