Hamato Yoshi stared into the dense forest that surrounded his home. He sensed Tang Shen walk up behind him, and he smiled.
"Hello, Shen." He greeted.
"Yoshi," She responded, "Oroku Saki wants to talk to you."
Yoshi stiffened, "Saki? What does he want?"
"I do not know. But be careful, Yoshi. I have a feeling he is going to do something malicious."
"I will not let anything bad happen." He assured her.
"Good." He heard her walk away, and he was alone again.
What has Saki planned this time?
He sighed and stood up. He must see what Saki was up to.
I hope he will not harm my children or Shen.
"Saki, why must you do this?" Yoshi exclaimed as Saki tried to slice him with his blades again. He dodged, and the blades sliced a candle. It fell to the ground, and a fire started.
If he persists in this insanity, we will both die!
"Stop, or we will both die!" He yelled.
"I do not care," Saki hissed back, "You took Shen away from me."
"She was never yours!"
"Either you die, or we both die!" Saki launched yet another attack at Yoshi. This time, he didn't dodge it in time. It sliced into his arm, but he barely registered the pain. All he noticed was the fire, burning and crumbling the world around him.
Screaming made him freeze. Because it sounded like… Shen.
"Shen!" He cried. But then he heard the crying. The crying of babies.
My children!
He ran to the noises, leaping over burning debree. He reached them, and what he saw made him cry in pain.
Shen was a burned corpse on the ground. Almost unrecognizable. In her arms were all five of their children. Burned, yes. But alive.
He grabbed all of them, sobbing. He knew it was too late for Shen.
Rushing out of the building, so full of grief, that he didn't notice when one of his children, Miwa, to be precise, fell out of his arms.