The Thieves of Goo-Lang
The Sun was shining on the huge village of Beijing, China. Bunnies, small pigs, ducks, the occasional snow leopards lived in peace and harmony with each other. Of course, this harmony and peace thing doesn't last for long. It never does. So it doesn't surprise anyone when a group of boar bandits held up this family of bunnies for money. Fortunately, a hero came. A lion came out of the sky and landed right between the boar bandits and the bunny family. "It's Aslan! The Chosen Warrior!" One of the bandits said in fear. This lion was 6'1'' with a big bare muscular chest and arms and a pair of black pants. He wore a multi-colored ring that couldn't come off.
"It's me," Aslan said. The boar bandits came at him one by one. Being the Chosen Warrior, Aslan had a special power. He extended his hand and a beam of light shot out, knocking out half the bandits. He fisted his hand and a light started to form a sword. He clashed swords with dagger wielding bandits and beat them down to the ground. When the battle was over, the village cheered for their hero, who in a bright beam of light, changed his appearance. He became a little rat, about 5'9''. His arms and chest still bare but not as big and muscular. They were rather thin, but the crowd still cheered. They knew that this was his true form, and that while it may not resemble the appearance of a hero, his actions and character did. The rat, Aslan, thanked the crowd and decided to retire for the day, it was getting late.
"Can you sign my scroll?" asked a little bunny. Aslan smiled as he signed the scroll with a quill and ink. Then he left for his house. His house was a little distance from the city, to get away from all the noise and commotion. Despite his buff handsome muscular alternate form, Aslan was actually very shy and quiet. He was 26 years old with a whole life rest to live. He didn't want to attract much attention, but when he needed to help, he was willing to bear with the popularity. He lived alone with his trusty duck servant, Lee.
"Hi, Lee, I decided to retire for the night. Call me if there is any fire," Aslan said. Lee nodded grimly. Something or someone seemed to not like Aslan. To the point that this thing or person followed Aslan everywhere and tried to burn the house with him in it. Aslan knew that it couldn't have been any of the local bandits because they couldn't have followed him to 10 different places. That's right, Aslan had been nearly burned 10 different times in ten different cities, and he still didn't know why or who decided to burn his houses. Aslan plopped on his bed and fell gently to sleep.
He suddenly awoke to his two-story house surrounded by fire. "Lee!" he shouted. No one replied which was good. If he was still in the house that was their sign that he needed help. He looked out the window and saw Lee jumping and panicking. The house was ablaze. The floor was burning, the ceiling was caving in, and the air was filled with smoke. Aslan moved his hands in a circular pattern and blew a gust of wind to see clearly. Being the Chosen Warrior, he was able to command the elements. Aslan carefully walked through on the fragile floor gingerly. The hot floor beneath his feet was almost too much to bear. Suddenly, the ceiling crashed down in front of him blocking the door. Using the fire around him, he bursted his way outside. He ran clear from the burning house, running towards Lee. He watched as his house was burned to the ground. "Did you see who did it?" asked Aslan not expecting to have the answer he wanted. Lee shook his head.
"The people must have whacked me on the head," he said rubbing the bruise on his head, "The next thing I knew, I was on the floor while the house was on fire and I rushed outside the house and jumped trying to wake you up." Aslan noticed that Lee smelled like smoke, but more than he did. They silently watched as the flames died down. The rising sun slowly came up. "So what do we do now?" the duck asked. Aslan looked at the rising sun. He remembered from his old days that he and his friends in their free time would look at the sunrise and sunset. Old days, old friends. That gave Aslan an idea.
"We'll go to the Valley of Peace. It's nearly the Winter Festival and I want to see my old friend in crime," Aslan said as he started on his way with Lee right behind him.
"Po! Stop that!" Monkey said as he covered what was left of his noodles. Po had managed to 'borrow' some of Monkey's noodles behind his back. Monkey glared at Po as Po and the others laughed. They were in Mr. Ping's shop, helping with the decorations, and were now done and decided to take a break. Shifu was the first to stop laughing.
"Po, if I didn't know any better I would say you were a thief. The way you manage to take stuff with ease makes the bandits look like amateurs," he said. Po shrugged.
"It only comes with food. Hey what's that behind your ear?" Po said as he 'magically' pulled out several coins. Shifu sighed.
"Very funny, panda. But anyone could see that those are from you," Shifu replied. Po's smile only grew wider.
"Yeah, but the real trick is this. These are your coins," Po said. Shifu quickly checked his pocket to see that all the coins he had were gone. While the others laughed and snickered, Shifu snatched the coins out of Po's hand.
"But how did you manage to take all of that stuff?" Tigress asked seriously. Po shrugged.
"I just know how to do these things. Well, breaks almost over. Might as well-" Po stopped short when he felt his pockets. His eyes darted all around. The Furious Five couldn't have taken it, Shifu wouldn't, and the shop was closed so no customers could have taken it.
"What's wrong, Po? You finally got stolen from?" Monkey said with a smirk. Po smirked.
"There's only one person able to steal from my pockets. Isn't that right, Aslan?" Po said looking to a person in the corner who no one noticed until now. He looked up and smiled.
"Po," Aslan said as he hugged Po. When they separated, Po shook his Tigress action figure in front of Aslan's face.
"Never, ever take this from me," Po said with an unmoving glare. But the others snickered.
"You carry that thing with you? Why?" Tigress said more curious than angry. Embarrassed, Po quickly changed the subject.
"Everyone, this is Aslan my old friend," Po announced.