A/N: Hey guys, finally getting back into the groove of writing, I've decided to start off with this little story, The Last Resident, hope you guys like it! I'm thinking this can be either a 'oneshot', short or medium length story, let me know in the comments if I need to continue!
The Valley of Peace has long since been deserted and the furious five parted ways, a lone figure stands at the top of the thousand stairs, preparing for his descent. He is the soul resident of the valley, he swore an oath to protect it along with five others, he is the only one who still feels bound too it.
On the other side of the village, the gates swing open for the first time in decades, a tiger strides forth, puzzled at the state of the village she left behind. She walks through the streets, memories flash before her eyes with each abandoned building she passes. "Deserted? Why..." She thinks as she walks through what were once bustling streets, the sound of wind chimes swinging in the breeze is all that can be heard. She takes in the sights she never thought she would have to see, the windows looming, empty and dark as she passes them one by one, she grows more and more distraught with each second. Soon she finds the only living resident. A panda sweeps through the streets, a wide rise hat covering his face, he sings softly as he works. "Viva La Vida..." He finishes, he turns his back to her, he apparently hasn't noticed her yet, and tosses the broom into an open shop door. "I'd welcome you home." He says bitterly. "But there's no home to welcome you back too." He walks off, never turning to look back at her, quite plainly blaming her and the rest of the five for the empty valley he is left with. Tigress stood, dumbstruck and guilty, knowing the blame was well placed on their shoulders. Tigress finally realizes the shop that looms ahead of her, where Po tossed his broom. It lacked any markings, the sign long sense fallen and gone. "Dragon Warrior Noodle Shop" she whispered. She slowly walked in, looking around at the tables and chairs, they all remained in order, the first shop she had seen so far that could pass as open, it look faded, but otherwise unchained aside from the lack of any life. A single, fresh, flower rested on the counter, and a small note. "R.I.P" it read, nothing more. "Oh no..." She whispered, scrambling from the shop and running for the Jade Palace.
A/N: Like I said, if you want more you're going to have to let me know, I'm happy to leave it at this :)