The Return of the Legends
don't own Kung Fu Panda (like Any of us would)
Legend has it that there were ancient warriors that only came out at night. They would come and strike with a crushing blow that no one even saw. One was an all black suited goose with a black hat, black mask, and special arrows, knives, and throwing stars that would make him a trained assassin. His name was Dead Shot Duck, and he was the important sidekick of his stronger ally. The other was a big, muscular, strangely silver furred lion with a grey mane. His grey pants and bare silver chest would shine brightly in the moon light. He was called Meta-Lion, for he looked like he had a suit of armor. Both of these warriors had a white ring on their finger. These warriors would make villains scared of the night. But for a while, they were not seen. For ten years now.
Po sat with the Furious Five trying desperately to find a solution. Tigress paced around the room trying to make sense of it all. "This is ridiculous! How can they ban Kung Fu again?! This whole permit thing doesn't make any sense." she growled.
"I'm sorry guys for messing up again," Po said sadly.
"It's okay Po. You were just trying to help help that old man. But Tigress is right. It just doesn't make any sense. I'll leave tomorrow to get the permit." Shifu said.
"The valley won't last that long! We need to find a way to help the people. But how?" asked Mantis. Tigress unconsciously stared at Po. He had gotten slim and muscular, making him the picture of a true warrior. Po saw her. She quickly looked away. Po just shrugged as he tried to figure out what to do. Then Zeng came in. He saw that everyone was in despair.
"Masters, what is wrong?" he asked.
"I doubt that you will know the answer, Zeng. We're banned from doing Kung Fu and we're trying to figure out how to protect the Village while I'm gone." Shifu explained. Zeng seemed deep in thought for a moment.
"What about the Midnight Stranger? He would probably come." Zeng asked.
"I don't think he'll be coming back," Po said remembering the last time he had anything to do with the midnight stranger. He remembered that Constable Hu and his father knew it was him so he couldn't use that disguise. Then Zeng smiled widely and almost wickedly.
"Po knows how to protect the city." Zeng said.
"I do?" Po asked in confusion. Zeng looked at him with a knowing smile. Po recognized that look instantly. "NO NO NO And NO!" He shouted as he stormed out the door. Zeng shook his head and said loud enough that everyone could hear.
"Darn big fur-ball." he chased after Po as the others were left in surprise.
"That was interesting. I wonder what that was all about." said Mantis as he hopped onto Monkey's shoulder.
"Yeah. I've never seen or heard Zeng that smug, relaxed, and frankly cocky in my whole life." Shifu commented.
"Maybe I should talk to him," Tigress suggested.
"No. I think Zeng probably could do a better job at that." Crane advised.
"I'm already telling you that it will never work. It's deceitful." Po exclaimed back at Zeng in the training hall.
"And your job uses...?" inferred Zeng. "Come on, Po. You can't tell me that you didn't enjoy the night life. Two guys jumping off roof tops, combating evil, and in the morning, hearing the girls swoon over them. And Besides, thanks to the magic of the ring, no one will know who we are." Zeng said as he lifted his wing to show Po a black ring. Po sighed.
"What about the others? We can't keep the secret away from them." Po said.
"Yes we can. We've been doing it for ten years." Zeng said bluntly. Po thought for a moment. "Plus, Po, this maybe your only chance to finally have a shot at her. And you know who I'm talking about." Po looked to the sky remembering a saying his dad told him. Evil triumphs when good men do nothing. He finally sighed and said.
"Let's do this." He said gripping Zeng's wing tight.
The night was clear and the moon was full and shining. The lights of the village below were a picturesque mosaic. Some of the villagers were fast asleep. A little old goat lady was on her way home. Suddenly, she was surrounded by wolf bandits that jumped from the roof tops. The leader wolf with an evil smile demanded, "Give us all your money lady or we'll have deal with you more severely!" The lady quickly gave her money over to the bandits, but they wanted more.
"That's all I have! I'm honest!" Cried the goat lady as she was lifted off the ground by the wolf.
"If you don't cough up some money I'm going to!"
"Put the lady down." Said a voice from behind the gang of dogs. There stood a lone person in the shadow. In the shadow, he looked like a leopard. The wolf laughed.
"And who would you Be?" He asked. The stranger stepped out into the moonlight where everyone could see him. They saw now that he was actually a grey furred lion with grey pants and bare grey chest. They recognized him as he unsheathed his claws.
"I'm back," he said in his deep voice. He pointed up to a falling duck shooting arrows at the wolves. The lion slashed through the horde of wolves like paper. It ended so fast...that I, the writer, even didn't see what happened. The old lady saw in awe and asked.
"Who are you?" The grey lion and black suited duck jumped onto the roof while the lion said.
"They call me Meta-Lion." With that he started to run and make smoke. When it cleared the two were gone. In the morning, the whole valley was talking about the Warriors of the Moon.
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! THIS IS NOT repeat NOT! RELATED OR A SQUEL FOR AND/OR TO LIFE OF PO! It's a completely new story. I just couldn't come up with new names.