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Prologue

"Too hard… Too soft… Raise your elbow… Yes up to shoulder height." The thump and 'oof' sounds that followed told young Li Zhou that he had succeeded in his task.

"Yup, that definitely was much better," reported General Li Shang,

"I'd say you should try again, just in case," Mulan called from where she and her daughter Li Chun knelt planting flowers in the garden.

"Oh, that's nice," Shang called back still rubbing his stomach. For a ten year old Zhou was a very talented fighter, he worked day and night (often much to his mother and fathers misfortune) to perfect every move and would only accept perfection. He looked very much like his father but Shang was very insistent that Mulan was somewhere in the mix, though she was yet to see this proven.

Chun on the other hand was much more like her mother in looks, she liked to read though, a trait that her parents mulled over continuously as neither of them were the most efficient in that category. She too trained but at the age of eight she was spending more time falling over and just picking fights rather than actually using skill and precision. But her promise shone through at the most surprising moments. Like the time one of her two older brothers stole her scroll, she performed a perfect round-house kick to get it back. Of course she'd been given double chores for attacking in the house but her parents secretly were quite proud of her achievement (then remembered that she had knocked her brother out stone cold for a full hour, which they weren't sure was worrying).

"I thought you said 'practise makes perfect'!"

"Only when I'm not on the receiving end!"

Mulan laughed as she helped her daughter fill in the earth around her latest addition to the flower bed. It was only a minute later that Ping, the oldest of their four children, stepped into the Li family grounds.

"Hey Mama, hey Baba," he called merrily ruffling Chun's hair on his way past. Chun swatted but laughed.

"Ah, come to relieve father have you Ping?" Zhou questioned a cunning gleam in his eye,

"Eh, no actually, it'll surprise you to know," Ping grinned, "But I'm only out here so that I don't break anything indoors… again."

Ping was very much like his mother, or rather the male version of her. He had sticky out ears and a small nose, his mouth always swung into a grin when in trouble and trouble was something that he had in bucket loads. Shang had mentioned several times that he was exactly the same as Mulan had been at army camp. This was entertaining but slightly concerning to Ping's parents; he showed interest in martial arts but in smaller amounts than his younger brother but he managed to cause fights just by being in the way, he took punishment willingly however and rarely complained. To some he may have looked weak, but again the male side of Mulan was there, he was thin, and compared to other children of his age (and even many younger than him) his shoulders were non-existent, everyone in the village was eager to see how the boy grew into his shoes (so to speak).

As usual it took only seconds for the youngest of the Li family to come running after his beloved eldest sibling, Kang was five, he laughed and smiled and did anything that Ping told him to. It had been one day two years ago when their village had been the victim of dreadful storms. His father had gone out to help the other houses while their mother tried to keep the blockade around the doors up. But Kang, being young and loving his parents being one of the only things he had learnt to do in the world so far, managed to slip out of the house through a blown open window. When Mulan realized that not all of her children were accounted for she went into panic. She stayed calm enough to order her elder offspring to the top floor of their barn before setting out in the tumultuous gale to find her lost son.

Ping was the one however to see the small figure heading towards the deeper water, where for certain he would drown. Ping ran as fast as the water logged street would allow him calling for Kang and barging past grown-ups running for their homes. The river had risen and flooded the streets. All Ping could remember was Kang headed straight for the river. He had lunged in as soon as the current swept under his brothers feet and grabbed onto the young child for dear life.

Ping fought against the waves with all his strength, all the while keeping his and Kang's heads above the water. Ping became a hero at the age of nine but at the price of his left ears hearing. Forever, since that fateful day, Kang had been indebted to his brother. Mulan and Shang had fished them out mere seconds before Ping lost all his strength. Some said that all the energy he used that day had taken away from his ability to grow and that was why he was such a small boy. But in his brothers eyes there would never be a greater hero, or a better brother.


Chun: Spring

Kang: Wellbeing, health

Okay, first chapter, (not really sure where I'm going with this story but here's hoping it will be good). You might be able to tell that Ping's the main character but I'm hoping to share the burden between old and new characters. I know a tone of people don't like (even hate) Mulan II and I admit it could have been a bit (maybe a lot) better. But for this story I'm just going to stick with what the original writers gave me to start with (same pairings or whatever). I'm just uploading all the chapters in a huge bundle after this so it's just a preview, you'll probably have to wait a few months before the next one comes out but I'll try and be as quick as I can! Bear with me!

PLEASE, GIVE ME CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM! My english teacher officially sucks and I need someone to tell me what's good or bad, YOU EVEN HAVE PERMISSION TO BE MEAN IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES! Is the style good? Would you like first or third person? Am I drabbling too much now?! Please review!

Phew, think I'm done now, my fingers are hurting.