The Last Love of Hope
The past, present and future come together in the battle in freedom. People, who were thought long gone, must stand by living. But one certain Master take this. Find out. Rated T because I'm sure how it will turn out. Please R and R: Pairing's of PoxTigress and ShifuxOC.
The prologue!
The wind swept across the land. It howled with all of its might. In the dark night of January. The rain smacked down on the ground, as it poured, and splattered in every direction. Making the dark jump out at anyone in this blacken hearted storm. Blowing them over, and cause them loss of breathe. Death himself would upon you, and take his reward. Then wait for the next victim to come wandering in the haunted death struck storm. With hail, sleet and rain pouring all over the place. Covering itself in an icy blanket around you. Making it impossible to move or even see the terrors coming after you. And the terrors yet to come. This was the night everything would fall apart. The night that was the beginning of the end. The night were China would shake and scream, if they knew what was going to happen in the long days yet to come. The lives of the past come back in a rush of rage. Then seeking ravage on all those who opposed them. The night was testing hope, love and trust. The three things this world had none of. The vision of love was taken by the storm, and the trust of people was no longer apart of the equation. With hearts of despair following the lives that would be taken, in a blink of an eye. The world will die. At the rage and the storm of power, in the hand's of a mad man. Who seeks revenge, and to conquer the world. In the final battle of safety and equality, there will be a shred of hope left. Darkness will rein terror on the insistence. Many lives will be taken. In the mad battle, only hope. The one who stands tall, and lives for the people will make it. The savour China. The last for us. And all of this, because of one person. A person long thought dead. Never to leave the ground or the nightmares of an other. Riding the storm, with only one purpose….. This is the person who beat death. They will cause so much pain in their return. And for punishment: they will look upon what they have done. And the terror on their true love's face. It will haunt them till the end of days. The end of kung fu is near. As China, the World and the people who live it. All gone because of that person. Unless hope, fate or the future can save us, we are all doomed to be lost to the darkness. Forever…..
On that hellish night. A cloaked figure was moving toward the valley of peace. There was no light. All the wind hail had covered the once shining moon. And the glittering stars that once painted the night sky. Were no longer in sight. The moon, that had lighted the way for any wandering traveller. To protect them from the darkness. Was no help to anyone. And tonight the figure needed protection. All the life of the valley was dead. No person dared to come out in this horrendous weather. The trees were bare, and colourful leaves that once had smothered the trees in fiery effect, where gone. Giving no hope to anyone. The blacken storm was to give anyone a fright, and one false move could be your last. Stumbling towards the steps of the mighty Jade Palace, in the cold night of winter. Breaking through the thick storm, trying to push themselves to climb the God for Saken Mountain. Just looking at the steps, they thought it to be suicide. But the figure was going to climb the steps. They had been waiting for this moment, for Forty-Seven years, in counting. And a silly storm like this was not going to stand between them and their mission. In climbing the stairs would mean they had reached their goal. But climbing these dangerous stairs seemed like a fate worse then death. But if not doing so, they would never find out if the people the figure once knew, got on with their lives. And over the fact they were no longer with them anymore.
Taking one final look at the mountain. The figure pushed themselves to the stairs. The slivery stone steps were slippery and cold, from the storm. They felt as cold as the figure and the heart that now belonged to them. Climbing the stairs was going to be the easy part, or so they thought. The wind tried with all it's might to push the figure down the steps. The rain and the hail flew in their path and face. Making it as difficult as possible. Taking one wrong move, the figure slipped and smacked their head on the hard stone. Their head became hot. Blood fell on the floor. They put their hand on their head and rubbed the cut. Finally after five minutes of lying soaked in their cloak. As the rain came down on them. Deciding to if it was ok to stand up. They got to their feet. Thinking that turning back now was not such a bad idea. Only halfway up the stairs only to come down them in a… No, they were not going to be beaten. The cold heart of the storm was not as dark and passionate as the figures. With their head throbbing, which had now stopped bleeding. They walked up the stairs. Even though the wind, rain and hail still tried to push the figure down. They got to the top of the gigantic stairs. With only a minor injury.
The gleaming Palace stood tall in front of them. Panting and gasping for air, the figure had finally made it to the top. The storm was over, and the Jade Palace stood there, in silence. Complete silence. It was calm and peaceful. Just how they remembered it, peaceful and silent. The only thing the figure could hear was their own heavy heart-beat. Beating loud and fast. Even though standing still and resting, should make their heart go back to normal pace. The cold heart seemed to get faster and faster. They knew getting up the stairs was difficult. But actually knocking on the great door, that they hadn't seen for so many years, was going to be more difficult than they could have possibly imagined.
Pacing back and forth outside the Hall of Heroes for some time. Just thinking what would happen if they saw them again. How guilty they had felt for doing that to their friends. The people who they loved. And to him, was more than the figure could bare. The disappointment on his face, what he would do when he saw them. The figures head then suddenly ran with pain again. But not from their fall early. But just thinking about the past. And how it was blocked out for so many years. Hiding and keeping secrets from their new life. Deciding to come back was tough. But running away from their old life was even tougher.
Not again. They had ran away for forty-seven years, it was time to face their demons, and lift the heavy chains on their once blossoming heart. No more running away. Just them and the door. That was all it was, a door. Standing between them and their old life. A old wooden rotting door. Taking one least breathe, they put their hand on the door and knocked three times. Loudly.
Time pause. There was only two possible out comes, for the cloaked figure: One no one was going to come and they could walk away. Or two someone would Answer and fate would carry on the rest of their lives. Staring at the door and taking long deep breathes, preparing for the worst. GASP. They suddenly put their hand to their mouth in less then a second, realizing what they had done. Was horrifying. They had been trying to avoid this. Now they had put him in mortal and definite danger. This was why they had run. Leaving him that way was wrong, and cruel. Because of it, it had destroyed their mind. But he was safe. And no harm would come to him. And now that one act had destroyed his safety. Not being able to move, because of the terrifying situation, they had put themselves in. They just stood there, Praying and hoping that no one would answer. Waiting five minutes was just common courtesy, if they could move after that time that is. Just as it was getting close to the time limit, the figures hope rose. The thought that maybe no one had heard the knock was amazing. But then, the door creaked. It was opening. It was all down to this moment. What they did now was their forth most decision they had ever made. Fight or flight was the big question here. Too late standing in the glowing light, of the now opened door, was the figures future. With purple sopping wet cloak covering their head, they looked up. To see a big fat Giant Panda. It was a male in his late twenties, early thirties, wearing patchy burlap pants. His giant Jade eyes beamed down on the figure.
The panda smiled at the smallish person standing in front of him. Around the same size as a fox or a raccoon. He assumed. They were shivering, in their purple damp cloak. It was a cold night. And it had been raining little less than a hour ago. He felt sorry for this poor little thing in front of him. So he spoke in his normal goofy gentle voice. "Hello?.. How can I be of your assistance?" He said trying not to sound to informal, which he normal was.
The figure thought for a moment. They couldn't help but stare. They had never seen a panda before. And assumed they were all dead, after the massacre thirty odd years ago. And on top of all that, a big fat giant panda being a kung fu master. Was a little funny. Trying not to laugh or smile at him. The figure finally spoke. "I'm looking for Master Shifu."
It was female. The panda briefly and silently signed with relief. He now could talk the person without offending them. "Well, he's not in at the moment, but you are welcome to come in a wait. Miss" He lead the small female into the Hall of Heroes. It was a lot warmer in the hall then outside, in the cold winters night. Looking around the hall, brang back so many memoirs. Of the Furious five and now Probable skilled kung fu masters Chao, Junjie and Taotie. As she was looking and pondering on past. She interrupted by someone clearing their throat. The panda was behind her. Waiting to speak probably in a posh formal manner. As this palace was always so formal. "Hi I'm Po, Nice to meet you. What's your name?" She thought he was a nice person. And the way he was speaking was not formal at all. So that meant this place was under new management. But that could only mean….Master Oogway was dead. That soon left her mind. She needed to focus on way she was here. Not the death of her former friend. "Emerald, Emerald Song" She then lifted the hood off her head. To reveal Po had been speaking to a female red panda.