Ok here's the next awesome, amazing chapter of End Of All Things, and I'm afraid this fanfic will be coming to a close soon. Also, if you wanted some music to listen to during the battle or whatever (I love reading and listening to music) I suggest "The Return Of The King- The End Of All Things." Notice anything about the name of the song? lol

Another thing, during the begining I found "The Return Of The King- Twilight and Shadow" to be a good mood setter.

The Four Dragons

Raimundo's POV

My horse anxiously threw its head, pawing at the ground.

His name was Abastor, a Greek name meaning "away from the stars" or "deprived of the light of day." In mythology, this is the name of one of Pluto's four night-black steeds said to outspeed the stars.

He was bred for war, his eyes never wavering from the growing army ahead of us. His silver armor was somewhat lacking, but only so it wouldn't slow him down. He stood proud, ahead of the rest, his stance one that only a king may take. That's what he was, a king among horses.

He towered over the rest, his jet black coat gleaming from the light of the fire and distant lightening, and here I was.

Who am I to ride such a steed? If anyone it should be the Commander. I was no more than I soldier and yet here I am on the largest, fastest 'lord of all horses' and at the head of an army I shouldn't be leading.

I was no more than a boy a couple years ago, looking forward to presents on Christmas, hanging out with my friends. This wasn't suppose to happen, none of it.

Kimiko came up beside me, riding a beautiful golden stallion named Aethon, a Greek myth name of one of the horses of the sun god Helios, meaning "burning, fiery."

She looked amazing, her hair flickering around her face like flames. I wondered if I was still passed out and simply dreaming for I couldn't seem to look away. Her sapphire eyes never left the battle field, gripping Aethons reins tightly. I could make out determination and something akin to fear on her face, but I knew it wasn't from the army.

We fought evil everyday. No, she wasn't afraid of them, she feared more death, more loss.

"I say we show these clowns what we're made of" Clay smirked from my right side. Finally looking away from Kimiko, I turned to him. His face was set in a stone cold glare, directed at the castle.

His chestnut mare, Philogea, a Greek name meaning "lover of the Earth" also seemed determined, constantly jerking her head around, inching closer to the army. She was just a little smaller than Abastor, but had a lot more muscle.

Omi was beside him, fidgeting slightly in his saddle. He never did get use to riding.

Marengo, waited patiently for his rider to get comfortable. He was small compared to Abastor and had a pure white coat with a black mane. His name, Marengo, was Italian, meaning "of the sea", and was the name of Napoleon's horse, who out-lived his rider for 8 years, after being captured by the enemy.

Abastor, Aethon, Philogea, and Marengo, or the 4 dragons as Commander Hwang once called them.

This wasn't our first time riding them into battle, but I knew it would be our last. 4 years ago we left them with the army and traveled to America, searching for more resistance fighters, then ended up staying. When we returned the Commander informed us that they haven't been ridden into battle since, out of respect. No wonder they're anxious.

So here we were, just like all those years ago.

We had met here, trained here, lived here, and fought here. This is where it all started and where it'll end, one way or another.

I pulled the reins and Abastor backed up. Moving behind Aethon, I gave a solid kick and we cantered along in front of the soldiers. I watched them closely and saw raw fear more than anything else.

What was I doing? Sacrificing their lives for a chance at a better future? It sounded impossible and I've actually seen magic, so why do they trust us?

We all want an end to this war, but I know we cant win, they must know it to.

We control the elements, but the witches powers are stronger. Those demons just keep coming no matter how many we kill, she just summons more.

So no, we cant win this war, but they still stand here, knowing they're about to die because they believe I... we can change the past. Blind Faith I believe they called it. If I was one of them, would I do the same?

I pulled the reins left and Abastor turned, trotting back the way we came.

"I can see your fear" I yelled out, "and yet you stand here, knowing the end has come." All eyes were on me now, a mixture of emotions passing between us. "You would follow us into battle, why? Is it hope? Faith? I once stood in that same exact place feeling nothing but hatred."

I turned again, racing back along the edge of the hill. "I thought of nothing but what I had lost, and now I ask you not to do the same" they looked confused, "my anger gave me power, but I began to lose sight of what I was fighting for, all I wanted was revenge."

"We can't win" their heads seemed to drop, but their eyes still poured into mine, "but there is a chance at retribution." Turning one more time, Abastor headed back towards the others. "Remember what your fighting for today, a chance at a different future. Most of you will die, but you still stand here ready because there's a chance we can save the past."

"WE FIGHT FOR THE ONES WE'VE LOST, OUR LOVED ONES, OUR FAMILY, WE FIGHT FOR PEACE, FOR OUR LIVES TO MEAN SOMETHING, BUT ABOVE ALL WE FIGHT FOR OUR EXISTENCE, OUR RIGHT TO LIVE."

The roar was deafening, unlike anything I've ever heard.

Their screams of anguish and pain reached the heavens, the eye of the storm above our heads.

I pulled the reins and Abastor stopped, the others meeting us halfway. We stood at the front, Chase, Jack, and commander Hwang right behind us.

There was a brief moment of silence, as a rain drop hit my forehead.

"FOR THE FUTURE!"

We charged, thousands upon thousands of demons between us and our salvation.

Abastor pulled ahead, his long, powerful legs bringing him to his rightful place. He was a leader, we both were, as fast and free as the wind. Together nothing could stand in our way.

This is our home, our land.

The demons in front seemed almost frightened, watching our quickly approaching numbers with mild trepidation. A smirk formed on my lips, the wind rushing past me. No! It was rushing with me.

No longer was it thick or heavy with death.

It was alive again, fueling an even bigger storm. It awakened a part of me I thought I'd lost when the temple burned down. A power I hadn't felt since I'd first found out I was a Xiaolin Warrior, that my life was actually going to mean something.

I was back!

Kimiko POV

I could feel it, the air around me seemed almost alive, changing course and directing us toward battle.

Abastor was fast, it almost seemed as if his hooves never touched the ground, and his rider... Raimundo, from what I could see was actually smiling.

No, it wasn't a smirk, or a rueful grin, but a real, honest-to-god smile.

Looking over, Omi to had a small smile on his face as the rain poured down around us. It was different, felt different, smelled different. The rain seemed to give me strength, when it usually only weakened me.

Clenching my fist, while still holding the reins I glanced at Clay.

There was no smile, but his face was calm. I found it strange considering we were charging into battle, but it soothed my nerves and brought a real, true, although small smile to my own face. I felt more alive than I ever had.

Aethons golden mane billowed in the wind like fire, her gait speeding up, yet still not enough to catch Abastor.

Lightening flashed through the sky, an extension on my power. Although I couldn't control it, I always felt a connection to it, like Omi with ice, or Clay with plants.

The fire along the sides of the battle field flared, the wind fueling it.

That's how it always was, Rai always pushing me forward, while Clay supported me. Omi, I wasn't sure about our elements. We were opposites and yet he was one of my best friends. I guess you could say he kept me sane, especially now-a-days. Every time it felt like I could just lose control he'd come and remind me why we're fighting, like how water would extinguish a flame.

The demons got closer and closer, but I felt, dare I say, happy.

I was happy it was almost over, no matter the outcome. Wether we all perish or change the past, it still ends tonight and I was glad.

3rd person POV

The demons waited for them, with weapons that resembled Halberds pointed forward as if to spear the approaching army before they could reach them.

The wind pulsed forward, sending the front line of demons flying.

Abastor broke through, demons and soldiers clashing into one-another. The air around Raimundo protected him and his mount, sending any who got to close soaring through the air.

They rode straight through the large numbers like death itself, breaking their forces up.

And so, the battle began.

I'm actually very proud of the way this chapter turned out. Hope you like it.