-seventeen hundred years later-
Jack was looking up at the daytime sky while floating on an iceberg in the middle of the ocean. Winter was coming to an end in a few days and he sighed as he knew what that mean. First it that he won't spread snow again for a whole 'nother year. Second, that he wouldn eventually run into him again.
By the disgusted look on Jack's face, everyone would be able to tell that Jack hated him. He had no plans on being friends with him. He never wanted to be associated with him. He completely and utterly despised him. Jack wanted completely nothing to do with HIM.
...
No, Not Pitch. He was defeated months ago, and not getting associated with him was easier now.
Jack was thinking about someone he felt was worse. The annoying, fat, idiotic, polar opposite, in a way, of his.
"LOOK OUT!"
Speak of the devil...
Jack felt the iceberg melting quickly and an ice trail in the water to stand on. He continued doing it until the ice stopped melting. Jack glared up at the fire ball flying away.
"Sorry!" came from the ball as it flew.
Jack only kept glaring, knowing that shooting ice would be stupid and pointless. Jack saw North's sleigh afterwards and started following him to see if he was okay with Jack staying at the North Pole. Jack glared back at the ball with pure hatred.
He really hated Po so much...
Meanwhile with the Dragon's Fire spirit, Xiao Po was flying home on a ball of fire from helping the Spring spirit melt the snow.
His appearance changed in the thousand years he's been alive. Not in looks, but in clothing. He had made himself a stitched-up, long-sleeve shirt and even burned the same dragon patterns that were on his arms on the shirt. The shirt had cloth of many colors stitched in, much like his cinder-covered pants, with red sleeves. He was also able to acquire imflammable brown gloves with black finger tips that actually fit his hands so he was able to touch things without burning them. He still keeps the one shoe, not seeing a problem with it. What he kept on a holder on his back was a slightly burned staff that he swears belong to someone he knew.
Po smiled as he saw the Valley of Peace and landed at the bridge. He walked the rest of the way to his home. The Valley didn't really change too much from a thousand years ago.
This was one of the minority of animal-ruled parts of the world left, untouched by the outside world. Since he didn't know where the others were, he stayed there since he wasn't too comfortable staying around live humans for too long. The Valley of Peace still held memories of that horrible night and another event that he wishes not to talk about, but it was home is some odd way.
Po made a stop by a house that held his one true believer. Po smiled and started floating on his fire to the top window. Po looked inside and was confused when he saw no one in.
"Get away!"
His ears picked up the young boy's cry and he was immediately there. Po saw by a schoolhouse, a little white goose boy holding a burnt panda stuffed animal being bullied by three much bigger and older pigs.
"Aw look! The poor wittle baby is having problems letting go of his doll!" The pig in the middle said. "Guys! Help him out!"
"No! He's mine!" The goose boy said backing away as the other two pigs approached.
The third pig laughed at the goose until he started smelled something burning. He looked at the back of his pants and screamed.
"Mommy! I'm on fire!"
The others pigs turned and ran after their flaming brother to put him out. The goose looked up and laughed at Po, who was standing there laughing at the pigs.
"Po! You're here!"
Po looked at the goose.
"Hey Lin!"
The goose, Lin, ran to hug him. Po kneeled and hug the boy. He was thankful that he had his gloves and sleeves on so he wouldn't burn the boy.
"How you been?" Po asked pulling away from Lin. "You've been keeping TingTing safe for me?"
Lin hugged the stuffed panda, TingTing.
"He says he miss you." Lin said with a smile.
"Well, tell him that I will still come to visit him everyday so he won't miss me too much."
"I tell him when he wakes up." Lin said.
Po chuckled and pet the young, giggling goose's head. He heard Lin's mother calling him.
"Aw! I wanted to play." Lin said disappointed.
"Some other time then. I need to get back to my home. See you tomorrow."
With that, Po flew away while waving goodbye to the little goose. Po looked back at the direction he was going with a smile. Lin was a little white goose that Po had intrusted a small stuffed panda to him after he first helped him with his first bully problem. Ever since, Lin has been his first believer. Unfortunately Lin was his only believer. Whenever he did a good thing for anyone else, credit was given to someone who already there. Credit was often given to a group of Kung Fu Masters who live in the mountains. Po believed that they were called the Furious Five, but he never offically meet them.
Po frowned when he was at the front gate of his house. He stood in front of the Ancient Jade Palace. It was easy to tell why the original inhabitants weren't there anymore because of the burnt remains. He opened the dark door and the insides were actually worse than the outside. Fallen pillars, destoryed artifacts, and a horrible smell of cinder and smoke in every single room you step in.
Po wasn't bothered by the smell. He was just bothered with the guity pit in his stomach that had been caused by this damage. He walked to the back of the Palace to the not as burnt down, but still destoryed Training building. The obstecles and equiment were not that damaged. The obstecles were still useable, but some of the equiment weren't. Po didn't care, for he didn't use them. Po took out the staff.
"Let's get started." He said, taking a stance before starting on the course.
He was surprising okay at doing it. He wasn't the best at it, but he still knew what he was doing. He did this everyday for a thousand years, and he enjoyed every minute of doing it. When it got to the aftertoon, Po spent the rest o the time sitting and watching the sunset from a spot that a peach tree use to be. He felt that someone should be there, watching for him. But he waits until night only to get nothing but a reason to go to the bunkhouse.
The only thing that was destoryed in the bunkhouse was the the front half, a room that Po claimed as his, and the kitchen from Po's cooking ability. After cooking and eating the food he finds, Po goes to his room and gets into bed after removing his clothes.
Po looked up at the skylight that he put in to look up the night sky. That was always the routine of his for a thousand years.
Wake up.
Train.
Go out to do whatever he wanted.
Come back to the Valley.
Visit Lin.
Go back to the Palace.
Feel guilty.
Train some more.
sit and watch the sunset.
Feel guilty some more.
Cook and eat what little food is there.
And finally, Lay in his bed, listen to the empty silence, and watch the stars until he fell asleep.
Po sighed, not knowing how to change that. He didn't have many other options than to do this. He couldn't be seen by anyone other than Lin. He would do something that gave people reasons to believe in him like other spirits and immortal beings, but what could he actually do besides hurt people?
Fire's purpose was to burn and hurt. Po didn't even like using it half the time he does, afraid that he'd hurt someone. He does help people with it, but he was told by the Man in the Moon, or Manny as he's commonly called, that there were other fire spirits unlike Po, who has their power from their own angered and enraged immortal souls. Because of that, Po found even more of a reason not to try since the other fire spirits could mess with him for it.
Po wished that there was a way he could use his fire for good. Po lifted his hands to his vision and took the gloves off. The dragons remained unchanged as was the rest of him. He knew he didn't ask for this, so why was he like this? He was told that he would get his answers in time. But that is what he really wanted the answer to.
"When?"
Suddenly, something in the view of the skylight. Po put his hands down and sat up to get a closer look. He smiled when he saw that it was dreamsand, floating though the sky. Po immediately jumped up and on to the roof. Po watched in awe as the dreamsand swirled through out and above the Valley. He stuck his hand in the closet stream of sand and out came a dumpling. He watched the sand dance around with his hand on the roof.
Po looked around until he saw the Sandman, who also saw Po. With quick waves to each other, The Sandman, or Sandy, floated off and let his sand do the work.
Po smiled excitedly at the direction. That's what he wanted to be, a Guardain. In order to be one, he had to be choosen by Manny to join. Clearly, Po didn't think he could ever make it to their level. He was, as he put it, at Level Zero. Even so, That didn't stop him from dreaming. Po watched the dreamsand, wishing that he could-
*crack* *fall* *thud*
Po rubbed his throbbing head and looked up at the burning roof. He looked at his bed, which had the gloves he forgot to put back on. Po sighed in aggravation.
"I got it!" Po stouted, pretending that someone had heard him, before sucking up the fire.