All Shen-Lung and his brothers wanted were some friends. When traveling in China, they run into Po and his friends, and join them. But when trouble begins to hunt them down for the amulets, will they and his new friends be safe?
_ Title: Kung Fu Panda: Year of the Dragon
Genre: Romance, Adventure
Rating: T, just in case
Pairings: OC x Viper, and OC x Tigress
Warnings: None I know of.
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, they're DreamWorks. , but I do own Shen-Lung, Wei-Ling, Dark One, Mizaki Orochi, Darkwing, Kimedora, and other characters that may come.
In the middle of the night a lone figure was running through the city of Jinzhou. He was a warrior who was from the island of the east and had arrived to China looking for a sacred item. Not much is known about this warrior only that he was not alone and was accompanied by his three brothers searching for the item that would decide fate of the world. They were orphans, salvaged from a ship wreck with no memory or relatives to belong to. Years passed as they grew, forming into a small family and then adopted by a kind woman from a high status of nobility. They found a purpose by serving lords and high hierarchy of Japan and learned the ways of the Samurai, but also many different styles of martial arts from different regions of the world. Now the four brothers traveled together across China searching for a powerful item that is to be protected from enemies that search for it. Thus their story begins…
As the figured ran through the night. He's eyes scanned for specific place to stop. Seeing a building not far from his destination. He decided it would be a suitable place to stop. Slowly and quietly the figured leaped onto the abandonbuilding. Peering over the edge of the building, the figured scanned the area once more before proceeding the next phase of the plan.
Seeing that the area was clear, he jumped from the building and landed softly onto a building known as Jinzhou's Museum's Of Ancient History. Landing on to the rooftop of the museum, he began to enter the rooftop's ceiling, but before entering he stopped. Turning around slightly, he saw the moon and the stars perched up in the night sky. The moon giving off its radiant glow that lit up the dark town.
It would seem perfect to the, but to him it wasn't. He's instincts were warning him of danger that was near. He did not know why his instincts were warning him of danger, but for some reason it did not feel quite right. It's if as though someone was watching from the shadows. Ignoring the danger for the moment, he entered through the window silently without alerting the security guards. Seeing that the area was clear, he began to walk quietly through the hallways while trying to avoid the guards as much as possible.
While he walked silently through the hallway, he remembered the odd feeling he had felt outside of the museum. The feeling he had felt seemed familiar to him. The thought of this feeling didn't really bother him as much as he thought it would, but it did. It bothered him because he was familiar with this feeling. This presence or feeling he had felt was of pure evil. It frightens him for some reason and he didn't why? Somehow it reminded him of the beings he had fought long ago, but that was in the past. Surely they could have not return to wreck havoc on China? Would they?
The warrior shook his head. He would not want to think about those thoughts until he had finished his task. Regaining his focus, he remembered why he was here. To steal an important artifact known as the amulet of Dragsinian. This amulet was made of five pieces that formed a dragon, once they are assembled together. It would unleash unimaginable power that would decide the fate of the world, which is why the warrior and his brothers could not afford to let that power fall into the wrong hands. It was an old story that was told by their masters and their Family that raised him and his brothers when they were young. In which the story told of an evil being who was defeated by the dragons of ancient time and was sealed away for all eternity. The world was safe from that certain danger, which is how the warrior preferred it to be.
The legend was known throughout the lands of the east, but they were nothing but myths and legends to the people of China, but in reality it was real. Now he and his brothers are doing whatever they can do to protect the things that are precious to them from the darkness. The warrior shuddered at the thought of it, darkness was a power he was not fond of, and it gave those who seeked its power, but in return it would corrupted them.
The Dark One or Yokoshima was a being of pure evil, whose sole purpose was to plunge the world into eternal darkness. He had followers that served under his command, but they were no match against the against the strength of the four brothers. The one's who followed the Dark One were defeated, yet there were a few that stood out from them all. They were the Dark One's most loyal and trusted generals, and were the five most powerful beings ever to serve under him. First was Orochi , a large green serpent who possessed the elements of fire, ice, and venom.
After Orochi was being similar to the warrior known as Mizaki, who is of man honor, and was once an ally to the warrior and his brothers. Out of all five generals he was the strongest and second in command to the Dark One. Being the second strongest to the Dark One.
Next came the winged being that ruled the night, a large bat known as Koumori. He was known as the vampire bat who fed on the bodies of his victims. Koumori was as large as Scales and could put up a formidable fight. Using his large leathery wings, he could create strong gusts of wind as well as using his claws and fangs. But if necessary he will use a sonic roar which will destroy anything that is in its path and then came a large lizard named Raku. This large lizard was as ruthless and unmerciful as Scales; he would use his claws and teeth to tear his opponents apart.
And last was Genjuu who was a large and powerful silverback gorilla. He, along with four other Generals, were the leaders to the Dark Lords army. To be perfectly honest, Genjuu did not like his co-workers nor did they like him. Each time they met tension would build up between all five of them, some even tried to betray the others however the Dark One did not approve of their actions. In the end all five of them were to work together accomplishing task that were suicidal, but in the end all five of grew to trust one another and became close friend. Genjuu had suffered many punishments for making his master angry, he knew of the pain and torment that he could cause. This was a lesson each General had to learn as they served their Master's Goals.
As of now those five generals had not been seen. For whatever reasons the generals seemed to have gone their separate ways, Ever since their master was defeated there had been stories and rumors about them being notaries' criminals.
Either way that was not important to think about. Putting aside those thoughts, he continued moving through the hallway silently without alerting the guards. Seeing that there were no guards around the area, it was safe to assume that the guards were not in this part of the museum. Which gave the winged one some time to searched for the item he seeked. Looking at the area around him, he notices that the room he was in was full of art work. Thus telling him he was in the wrong part of the museum. Blinking for a moment, he looked through his knapsack that he had brought with him.
Carefully pulling out paper that his friend had stolen recently, which were indeed the blueprints to the museum. Seeing where he was, the room that he intended to go to was not far from his current location, double checking the blueprints. He carefully placed them in his knapsack and left the exhibit he was currently in. Walking quietly through the hallway while avoiding the security guards as much as possible, the Historical exhibit was indeed the place he intended to go too. Once he had entered the exhibit, he could clearly see many artifacts from all over the China. Though unfortunately the item he was searching for was not among them at all. Searching the room more thoroughly, his green slit eyes scanned the entire room. And yet the item he searched for so long was not here.
"They moved it!" the warrior growled to himself." The item was to be here tonight yet I don't see here it at all."
Seeing that there was nothing else to do in the exhibit. The warrior stood in the middle of the room wondering where the next piece of the amulet would be. Then again the the people who owned this museum must have moved it to another museum, hopefully one that is not far, but if they moved it the amulet he had searched for so long was gone. But if this was true, then the winged one would have to confirm it for himself.
Looking at the display cases that held different artifacts, the warrior's green slit eyes scanned the entire room. Each display case held different artifacts that he had ever seen before and yet none of them was the item he seeked. Just as he was about to give up on his search, his eyes caught a glimpse of a display case that held no artifact within it. Walking towards the display case, he could see a small picture which showed what the item looked like as it also gave descriptive information about it. But he simply ignored the information that was given to him and mainly stared at picture itself. His eyes focused on the picture that showed a piece of the Dragsinian or at least he thought it was the Dragsinian, but it was not. "It seems I was wrong,"' he thought.
He had hoped that he had found a piece of the Dragsinian, but instead he found a fake. Now looking at the empty display case that held the amulet, the warrior growled in frustration. Since the amulet was fake, he would have to leave this place and begin his search again. He sighed knowing that this was a waste of his time for coming here. Then again it may not have been a waste time; if memory serves him well the museum may have documents about the amulet's whereabouts. "I hope these papers are not hard to find." He thought to himself.
Leaving the artifacts as they were, the warrior began his search for any sort of information about the amulet and where it may have been taken. Moving around the museum quietly and without alerting the guards that roamed around the halls, he had found the room that held all the documents about the museum and its artifacts. However the room was not empty and was occupied by someone. Moving closer to the room he could see who this person was and he was one of the guards or the keepers of the museum.
What was looking through the documents was a large King Cobra measuring around 18 feet long in length, the skin of this snake was black, and it has faint, pale yellow cross bands down the length of the body. The belly of the snake was cream or pale yellow, and a large ripple scared wound that ran down his belly. The head of this snake was quite massive thanks to the expanding hood giving this snake a more threatening appearance, though like all or some snakes, he can inject venom which would surely kill a person in a matter of minutes if bitten by his fangs.
However this particular serpent was not a guard nor was he a keeper of the museum, but a brother to the warrior named Masato. Masato was a very close and dear friend to the warrior since he and him trained under the same masters along with their two other brothers. Suddenly Masato stopped searching through the many documents that surrounded him, sensing another presence within the room Masato turned and expanded his hood ready to greet whoever had come to this room, but was instead greeted by a large white dragon. The dragon was fairly muscular and fairly large, standing at nine feet tall. Its scales were green and the scales of his chest and underbelly were gold. He had two stag like horns on his head and his snout was narrow filled with sharp teeth. His eyes were narrow and slit like that of a snake. The color of his eyes glowed a fierce lime green yet a gentle gaze can be felt yet it did not show any gentleness towards them.
On the end of his tail was a crescent like emblem that resembled that of a flame and on his back was crescent runes that were prominent down his spine. On his legs and tail were clear blue bands, and instead of having three talons on his hands, he possessed four. He wore a smooth silky emerald green kimono featuring various smooth blue-white colors and the underlining of the robe was dark moss green. Around the dragon's neck was a long silky white scarf.
Small pieces of silver-white metal guards covered the dragon in various places ranging from his tail, ankles, thighs, and wrists. And at his side was a sword, a sword of great power, a sword to be used to protect what is dear to him. But the sword has not been used for many years since the hilt of the blade was tied to its scabbard. The hilt of the blade was gold and shape like the dragons from the east. The scabbard design had the head of a dragon and colored green. The ito was quite tight cotton, with very even diamonds reinforced with a dragon themed fuchi and kashira.
He made a promise to himself to never use the sword again. But the symbolism is that his sword forms a binding, to the shackles of his guilt that have haunted him since his days as a protector. Shen-lung rarely thought about the past, not ever wanting to experience the pain he has felt for so long, but that was in the past. Now he was more concern about the wellbeing of his brothers and the whereabouts of the amulets.
"Shen, What are you doing here?" Masato said surprised to see his brother as he slowly relaxed his hood.
"I could ask you the same thing." Shen-Lung said as he stood before his brother. "Why are you here?"
"I… was worried that you might have ran into trouble, so I thought it be best that I accompany you to the museum."
"I see, and the others?" Shen-Lung asked.
"They stayed behind and are waiting for our return." Masato said slithering back to the documents.
Shen-Lung nodded as he entered the room and quietly closing the door behind him, so as not to attract the interest of the guards wandering around the museum. Once that was done, Shen-lung stood next to Masato wondering what the cobra was searching for in the documents.
"Masato, what exactly are you looking for?" the dragon asked curiously. Eyeing the documents scatter around the room.
"I'm looking for any information on where the amulet is and where they have moved it." Masato said," Hopefully these documents will tell us where they have taken the amulet."
"Then you have found some documents that would tell us where the amulet was taken to?" Shen-lung asked curiously.
"I found very little information about the amulet's whereabouts, but I did find one document that possibly spoke of it being delivered to another museum." Masato said as he handed the one document he had found to Shen-Lung.
"Is this all you could find?" the dragon asked holding the document in his clawed hand.
The cobra sighed and turned to face his brother," As I said before there is not much information I could find, just a possibility of where the amulet might be heading."
Shen-Lung sighed," I had hoped that getting the amulet would be easy tonight, but it seems I was wrong."
Masato nodded sadly," I…know it's not easy to find the amulets Shen, but we must leave and return to the others so that we may discuss this as a group."
"Agreed." Shen-Lung said as he carefully placed the document in his knapsack.
Once that was done, Shen-Lung and Masato left the room. Both warriors moved quietly around the museum and were relived not to have run into any trouble. There were both fortunate to have not been seen by the rhino guards that patrolled the dark halls of the museum. Moving into the room where many artifacts were kept. The dragon and cobra searched for any means of a way out, but only the pillars and artifacts stood around them.
The windows were closed tightly and the door certainly was not the best choice of leaving the building. Shen-lung and Masato searched for any means of an exit and going back wasn't an option since the there were rhinos lurking about in building. Both brothers sighed, already getting annoyed with their options. Until Masato noticed the ceilings from above, looking up, he could see the ceilings stone tile which meant the roof was hollow.
"Shen, I think I found us a way out." Masato said gesturing to the ceiling above.
Smiling, Shen-Lung and Masato made quick and silent work of scaling the pillars to reach the stoned tiles above. Once out Shen-lung and Masato began to leap from building to building, leaving the museum behind as they moved to their next destination. As they moved in the city, they could see the streets were empty. Though occasionally a few humans were moving about in the streets. Probably heading to their homes to sleep for night or some sort of business they had to attend. They ignored it and kept on going.
Soon both warriors headed towards the outskirts of town. Where the buildings were old and worn down, and had not been used by the people for a very long time. Landing gently onto the ground, where an abandon building stood. They entered through the warehouse without any trouble since there was no door to go through. There was not much inside the warehouse, everything within it was either broken or worn down. Papers were littered on floor, crates were cracked opened.
The windows in the room were shattered or cracked, and the walls were a little unstable so it was a bit unsafe to be in. None the less, the building was unused by the townsfolk and it seemed like the perfect hideout to use. Until it was time leave and move on to the next place. But the Cobra and the Dragon could not do any of the sorts since their brothers were not here at the moment.
"I thought you said our brothers were waiting for us?" Shen-Lung asked the Cobra.
But before Masato could answer footsteps were heard from the other side of the room. Whatever was coming both Dragon and Cobra stood their ground and prepared themselves for whatever was about to appear before them. Soon the moon's light shine through the cracked holes of the building revealing the person before.
What stood before Shen-Lung and Masato was a large smoke-hued, rather exotic and rare, Amur falcon standing quite still and almost unnaturally patient. The clothing he wore was an elegant black robe, a white knotted belt with what looked like a pair of Emei piercers and a claw bracer hanging from it, a Yin-Yang pendant around his neck…and his extremely slender, gray-feathered body with its clearly avian legs. The falcon stood no taller than the average crane bird, but he was slightly larger than his kind.
His proud, white-crested head was revealed. Bold, ink-dark eyes gleaming with intelligence and insight…sharply curved, incredibly vicious-looking raptor's beak…a thick neck ruff where the lighter feathers turned that deep, dark gray…and almost incongruously, the scholar's guan perched atop his head.
"Daichi, it's good to see you're still here?" Masato said, happy to see it was their brother and not an enemy.
"Who else did you expect other than me," The falcon responded, noticing how his brothers were tense before he appeared before them. "Is something wrong?"
Shen-Lung shook his head," No, nothing is wrong." He said sadly as he made his way towards the window. Daichi's eyes sadden as did Masato's wondering how their brother must be feeling at this moment. Deciding to move a bit closer to his brother. Daichi walked towards his brother as his talons clicked against the stone floor, stopping just a behind his brother," The amulet was not there was it?"
"No it wasn't." Shen-Lung said quietly as he stared at the window. Daichi stared at his brother's back, and he could see his shoulders sag. The falcon probably knew that his older brother was angry with himself, and was blaming himself to have let the amulet get away.
The falcon step forward and resting a feathered hand on Shen-Lung's shoulder. "Cheer up Shen, we'll get the amulet."He paused for a moment, and then squeezed Shen-Lung's shoulder,"We should consider ourselves lucky that the amulet was moved."
"And how exactly is that good to us." Said another voice.
All eyes turned to the source of the voice and stepping out from the shadows was a white tiger. He was 6 feet tall, broad-shouldered and had a defined muscular build. His most noticeable feature were 3 vertical scars on his right eye that started just above his brow and ended just below his cheekbone. The tiger wore a dark blue vest with a black 'yin and yang' sign on his back. He also wore black pants with dragon symbols on the side.
"Hisato, did asked a very good question," Masato said," How exactly is that good?"
The falcon smiled and turned to face Masato," Well it may not be in our hands, but at least it's not in the hands of our enemies."
"True." The Cobra said," but that does not make our task any easier than it was before."
"No, I guess it wouldn't be easy." The tiger said leanly casually against the wall. "These past two years have been nothing but trouble to us."
"Which is why we were trained for this task." The falcon said sternly towards his brothers," Remember the teachings of our masters and our mother."
Hisato's and Masato's eyes sadden when Daichi had mentioned their mother; even Shen-Lung's eyes sadden as well. The four of them were very close to their mother, and had not spoken about her since leaving their home.
"Our mother would have wanted us to work together," Daichi said gently. "Remember her teachings; we are at our strongest when we work together not when we are alone."
Shen-Lung nodded understanding the meaning of Daichi's words," I'm sorry."
"For what?" Hisato asked wondering why his brother would apologize.
"Because… I wanted to carry the burden alone." The dragon said sadly." I never wanted any of you to suffer as I am now."
"Shen," Masato said looking up to his older brother." You should have known this from the very first time we met."
"Never hesitate to ask for our help." The tiger said with a smirk. "We are family after all."
"And family is important," The falcon said with a smile."Remember brother, you are never alone and we will always stay by your side to the very end."
Shen-Lung's eyes soften looking at each one his brothers. Happiness swelled within his heart, hearing the words spoken from his brothers. But that happiness was gone when he was reminded of the past. Anger and sadness soon took over Shen-Lung's features, clenching the sword tightly at his side.
"What good am I to the family if I do not have my honor?" The words, spoken with a harsh, vicious growl startled his brothers. "Will I ever regain my honor?" Hisato, Masato, and Daichi showed great sadness towards their brother. All three of them knew of the great pain Shen-Lung was suffering, but sadly they did not have the answer to that question.
They knew he had lost his honor in a battle against his enemies, but also the mistakes he made in past. The dragon slowly grabbed his weapon by his side and inspected it, the blade of the sword was still in its sheath, he never used to think a blade with such beauty could behold such misfortune, pain and suffering, if one looks at the reflection the blade one can still hear the distant cries of pain and sorrow to whom the sword had befallen upon. This sword was the only memorabilia of his past life as a warrior; his sword has been through countless battles of bloodshed that still haunt the former warrior to this very day. Leaving the dragon to dwell on his tormenting thoughts.
He looked at the cloth wrapped around his sword; it was tied so he couldn't draw his sword. Since he attacked his brothers in a fit of rage to which the brothers were lucky to have survived. The knot acted like a promise to the warrior and as a taunting remembrance of why he must never use his blade in battle.
All eyes turned to Daichi, then to Shen-Lung, and both snake and tiger were waiting for answer from Daichi.
The falcon was at a loss of words, bowing his head sadly to his brother. What could he say to his brother? That it is hopeless to regain the honor he had lost, or was there even a chance for him to regain his honor. That he did not know.
"I honestly don't know how to answer that, Shen." The falcon said truthfully. "But I will tell you this. Masato, Hisato, and I believe that you will regain your honor, but how and when I do not know."
Shen-Lung averted his eyes to Daichi," Daich, is there any way for me to truly regain my honor?"
"That is something you must do alone, Shen. If you wish to regain your honor then perhaps its best you remember our father's words."
Hisato and Masato smiled hearing Daichi speak about their father. Their father's words carried great wisdom and remembering them might help Shen-Lung regain his honor.
"Perhaps you are right," Shen-Lung said with a small smile. "Perhaps our father's words will help me regain my honor."
All of his brothers nodded, happy to hear their brother's words of confidence," Now that everything is settled. What do we do now?" Hisato asked curiously.
"I suppose we gather our belongings and then decide where we'll go from here." Masato answered.
All the brothers nodded and began to gather their belongings. Walking past the objects around him, Shen-Lung headed towards an old box which acted as a substitute for holding their belongings. Opening it, he pulled out their belongings they needed for their journey towards the valley of Peace. Each item he pulled out of the box consisted of, maps which they had bought, and a reasonable amount of money they had. Putting those items in his knapsack for safe keeping, he had almost forgotten a very important item.
In the corner of the box, sat a small pouch carrying an important item. Gently grabbing the small pouch in his claws, he opened it revealing small gold pieces. Upon looking at it, it showed an image of a ferocious dragon, though it only showed its head. What he had in his claw were two pieces of the amulet and pieces of it were still missing. It was their task to gather the remaining pieces before they fell into the wrong hands.
He growled at the thought of it, if their enemies were to gather the remaining pieces of the amulet. Then everything they worked so hard to protect would be taken away from him, his home, and his family. "No, I will never let that happen." He said to himself, he glanced down at the amulet that was in his claw. It felt like he was holding an item that would cause so much trouble to him. He gripped it tightly within his claws, feeling the pressure of his knuckles constricting around the item. This amulet he held within his claws was nothing but trouble to him. All sorts of things have been happening lately to him.
For example, that odd feeling he had felt back at the museum was gone. Yet it bothered him, he didn't know why it bothered him so much. Perhaps he was just being paranoid of the world around him; then again being paranoid is what kept him and his brothers alive for some time. Back then he was too trusting of others and it nearly cost him his life. And then there was the danger of what might happen if he was not careful.
As he finished strapping the knapsack around him, Shen-lung decided to ask his brothers if they too have felt an odd feeling," Oi, Daichi." He said seeing the falcon pack many of his items in his knapsack. What he held in his feathered hand was a Guan dao. It was a curved rippled-liked blade with an extending shaft resembling a European flamberge, allowing Daichi to use it as either a sword or lance. Throwing knives which were uniquely-shaped knives, Daichi hid among the sleeves in his robes; these were most likely custom-built, as they appear to be forged into the shape of feathers, likely so Daichi could hide them among his own feathers in the folds of his robe. Next Iron claws were placed in the knapsack. A metal attachment to his talons; used for armor and combat purposes.
"Yes."
"Have you or Hisato felt anything unusual?" he asked.
The falcon thought for a moment and nodded," Yes, I have felt something and Hisato as well."
"Then what is your opinion of this… feeling?"
"I don't what it is, but it makes me feel uneasy." He said as he placed his Guan Dao in his sleeves followed by his knives.
"Looks like I'm not the only who's been on the edge lately." Hisato said walking over to Shen-Lung and Daichi.
Hisato had his belongings in his pack, strap securely on his back. In his paw he held a black staff decorated with gold dragon designs. This staff was used in Japan; a staff that reaches from the ground up past its user's ears is called a Rokushakubo. Its length allows attacks from a distance, but on the other hand, if the opponent is able to move in close, it is difficult to react effectively with it. Hisato however has had years to hone his skills in wielding this weapon, having trained with his brothers and masters. Training his ability to react in situations effectively on battlefield.
"Then you must have felt it as well then." Mastao said as he slithered towards his brothers. Most of his belongings were in Hisato's pack since snakes could not carry many items, except wrapped in his tail was the Urumi. The blade contains multiple joints, and each joint is connected with iron wires. This design allows it to be used as both a sword and a whip, making it extremely difficult to guard against. But on the other hand, the blade is relatively frail. The sword was made of flexible steel; sharp enough to cut into flesh, but flexible enough to be rolled into a tight coil. Originating in South India, the Urumi was given to him by their masters
Agility and skill were important to master this weapon rather than strength or aggression. Twirling and controlling the Urumi is a difficult and dangerous art, and is therefore taught only to the best. Incorrect use can result in the flexible sword wounding its wielder, and great concentration is required during use, even by experts. The Urumi is most useful against multiple opponents.
The blade was however not used, and was given to Hisato. Being very careful not to hurt himself as he carefully placed the Urumi in his pack.
"If you mean that uneasy feeling that all of us are feeling, then yes I have felt it." The tiger responded seriously. "I think it has something to do with someone we know from the past."
Daich narrowed his eyes turning to Shen-Lung;" You don't think he's here do you."
Shen-Lung growled turning from his brothers and leaving to the door," If he is here then its best that we leave now!"
With that said Hisato, Masato, and Daichi followed leaving behind the building and the city of Jinzhou. None spoke a word as the continued to travel in the night.
Hours had passed and Jinzhou was only a few hours away from where they were. Yet they were all curious of where they were going except for Shen-Lung and Masato. Daichi was silent as was Hisato, the falcon always enjoyed the silent as a way to relax and ponder on his thoughts. Hisato was the same, but he was curious as to where they were going.
"Uh, Shen." He asked thus ending the peaceful silence.
"Yes," he responded as he kept on walking.
"Where exactly are we going?"
"To the Valley of Peace." Shen-lung answered
"The Valley of Peace?" the tiger said out loud, grabbing the attention of Daichi.
"So we're going to the Valley of Peace then." Daichi said," Then I assume that is where the amulet is heading to."
The dragon nodded and gave a slight glance," What do you know about the Valley, Daichi?"
The falcon thought for moment and answered," I have heard and study about the valley when we were young. Apparently the Valley of Peace was founded nearly a thousand years ago by Grand Master Oogway. He went on a journey of discovery, traveling all around the world and visiting every country including our home, until he arrived in China.
Oogway later observed the "plight of the oppressed" and wept into what is now known as the Pool of Sacred Tears. Wanting to protect those that were considered "soft and weak" from the "hard and strong", Oogway formed the self-defense system of Kung Fu as a force for good.
He worked many years to perfect this system and help make the Valley a safe haven and a peaceful place to live. He helped to form the thousand-mile-long bridge that guarantees safe passage into the Valley, and admitted students under his instruction in learning the art of Kung Fu. At this time, with the Valley and its inhabitants now well protected, it is presumed that the Valley had thus been named the Valley of Peace."
"Wow that… was a lot of information to take in." Hisato said having a hard time understanding the history lesson from Daichi." You must have study a lot when we were young."
Masato chuckled," Of course he did. Even Shen and I study, but you on the other hand preferred action instead of studying."
Hisato glared at the Cobra," I studied… well not a lot when we were young. But I did learn a lot from our masters."
"We should consider ourselves lucky he learned something while growing up." Shen-Lung said with a smirk. The falcon and the cobra laughed lightly at their brother's joke. Hisato merely grumbled trying to ignore his brothers as they laughed. It would take about a day or more for them to reach the valley. And there was not much they could do but hope that the amulet was safe. Hopefully their journey to the valley will be a peaceful one.
Wow my third story done please give reviews on what u guys think.
