'Ello! This is my first fan fiction, so be nice and reviews are greatly appreciated. No flames, but if you absolutely have to state your concerns, constructive criticism is appreciated.
This story is set at the end of the first movie and after the second. a young street performer has to make the decision to let her elderly grandfather fight in the next war, or go in his place. Women are still no allowed in the army (with the exception of Mulan), and Shan Yu is still alive.
Disclaimer - I do not own Mulan or any of it's characters, but I do own Jia and her grandpa.
Chapter 1 - Heroes
Jia looked up at the female warrior in amazement. She wasn't the only one though. Hundreds of citizens that lived in the Imperial City that had gathered to celebrate the death of the infamous Hun Shan Yu were also staring up in awe. Suddenly, a beam from inside the palace crashed through the wall, with Mulan clinging on for dear life. A giant gasp left all of the Imperial City villager's mouths in unison.
"Mulan!" Jia whispered under her breath, disturbing a fellow street performer that was standing next to her. Yes, Jia was a street performer, hired especially for this day, which had turned to disaster when Huns burst out of the dragon and the terrible Shan Yu was waiting for the moment when he could strike, on the palace's roof, capturing the emperor. All was hopeless until the great Mulan had entered the palace, only minutes before. The battle was now on the fireworks roof where it seemed a tiny lizard was strapped to a rocket, blasting Shan Yu to his death. Or so it seemed. In the confusion, Mulan had dropped her sword, and Jia was holding it tightly against her, like a mother guarding her baby. From what Jia could see, the Emperor was thanking Mulan for rescuing him. Mulan had said her goodbyes, and almost left, when Jia tugged on her sleeve. Mulan looked down on the teenage girl and smiled.
"You dropped your sword." Jia said sheepishly, handing the sword back to its owner. Mulan graciously accepted it, and Jia bowed to hide her embarrassment. Her hand flew to her cheek, where a large mark was left in her white makeup.
"Thank you." Mulan said, bowing back to the young girl, before kicking her black horse, and taking off, back to her hometown. Jia would never forget that night when she had talked to the hero of China.
After the commotion had subsided, Jia had made her way back home, her red uniform dragging on the ground. Her house was a small space of land, in the lower class of the Imperial City; the best her and her grandfather could afford. Jia opened the door, and the loud snoring from her grand baba could be heard. Jia smiled and made her way to her bedroom, where she quietly wiped of her makeup, which consisted of a white base, with blood red lips and the same color eyelids. She slid into some tatty nightclothes, and as her head hit her pillow, she almost instantly fell asleep, dreaming of being a warrior, just like her newly appointed hero, Mulan.
Sorry about the shortness of this chapter, and If people like it and reveiw (hint hint) I might make the next chapter longer.
Lulu xx