Author's note: Hey everyone! I've wanted so much to write a one-shot describes Fa Zhou's thoughts and I've finally got inspired! I would be very happy to know what you think of it, please review! I deeply thank each one of you who decides to read my little creation ;)
I'm sorry if I have some grammar mistakes through the story, English is NOT my native language. While browsing the Mulan fanfics' archive here I've found Chazza-fan's contest, and have decided that my one-shot can fit the concept :)
Author's Name: queenofwaves
Title: My Little Inspiration
Theme: 20 My Inspiration
Characters/Pairing: Fa Zhou/Mulan
Rating: K+
Date: 28/09/2013
"Mulan is gone", my mother worriedly said as she opened my wife and my chamber's door.
"What?" I couldn't believe. I observed the commode in my left side had changed somehow. I quickly realized- my daughter's pin has replaced my conscription notice, which was apparently gone with her.
I walked as fast as I could to my old study, and checked my wardrobe. My old armor was gone too!
I had no doubts on that. My daughter has gone to war!
"Mulan!"
She had probably not make it that far. If she was close enough, she might hear me.
"Mulan!" I called her again, this time I was outside. Hoped she could still hear me. I made it as fast as I could to the doorway, but my abilities for such an activity as running is quite limited, so I stumbled and fell down.
"You must go after her. She could be killed!" My wife said as she reached me. She was scared as I was. But I couldn't go after her.
"If I reveal her, she will be". As a retired general I know the laws well enough. If I went to bring her back, and she had been already joined the troops, and someone would have seen us, and would get to know she was a girl- her penalty would be death.
I have now to let my girl do things in her own way. I hope she can go through this, and return home as soon as possible. A war isn't a game. Well, you can say it's a game of life and death though.
I surmise we have educated her well. My girl may not be as gentle as other girls, neither an obedient one. She was never easy to deal with, and many times has refused tradition. But she is smart. She is wise, such as I am. I need to relax. I can count on her she'd protect my dearest treasure. At least I want to believe that. Army is tough. Enemies are tough. Men are tough. I can't think of my little one gets… wounded, mocked, discovered, abused, killed…
How would I get calm and live the ordinary life now? Mulan is the only thing worries our minds. What should we do until she gets home? She is our only child. And I don't care what people would say about her, or us. She has done what she has done out of good aims. She wanted me to be safe. I may be a bit upset about her, but I know my daughter loves me. And because of her respect and love I am relieved.
We argued right before she left. I told her she had to learn her place in life. Men think, women don't. Sons learn, daughters do the chores. A son would replace his father, but a daughter would one day leave the home to serve another family. Mulan was never complete with that.
My society seeks for honor by aiming traditions, whereas my child finds it by following her heart. She causes me wondering about things I've believed all my life. When she gets home, I would tell her she is my hero. My little inspiration.