Disclaimer- I do not, I repeat, I do not own Kung Fu Panda. I wish I could though.

This is the preface. I still don't know how to fully use this website. :P

"I told you to bring the reports yesterday!" he hissed in frustration. What was the problem with messengers these days? He had specifically requested the alliance from a band of rogue wolves. Apparently they had been working for the stupid white peacock, but disbanded when the Dragon Warrior defeated their master.

"I-I'm sorry, Master," Ming stammered. The duck had heard that the bearers of bad news were executed on the spot. His master sighed, and buried his face in his broad paw.

"Don't make the same mistake again, unless you want your head on my dinner-plate!" The threat echoed across the barren throne room. Ming nodded hastily, shuffling his webbed feet.

"And Ming?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Hire him." Ming gulped loudly, and touched his wing tips together. He wished he could fly back to his home village. Not that he could fly anyway. The lord had made sure of that and clipped the tips of his dull-colored wings.

"But my lord..."

"Yes?" The voice that had captured his family and used their feathers for his pillows sounded irritated.

"You saw...what he did...to your sister's-" Ming hesitated. Master did not like his older sibling In fact, he hated his past and refused to talk about it.

"She is not my sister!" The commanding figure stood up suddenly, a flame of contempt crackling in his blue eyes. "Not after what they did to my father!" He sighed deeply and flopped back into his seat. Weariness was obvious on his master's face. Ming noticed that he said 'my father', not 'our father'.

"I know what he did. I want him to do the exactly the same..."

Ming listened closely.

"To the Jade Palace."