Sorry for the wait. Here you go!

Tigressfan12: Isn't that why this fan fiction is categorized as suspense? Cliffhangers up the ass! And I like it! Besides, you won't believe what I have in store for Tigress later on! Also, if I had to pick a fav character, it would be Tai Lung (ask me via PM for details).

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"Well then, what can I do?" Crane queried.

"Go get some bandages," Po answered.

"We don't have any bandages!"

"Then rip up a piece of cloth or get some leaves or something."

Crane flapped to somewhere behind Po, and a ripping sound was heard. The bird came back holding a woven textile in his beak.

"Where did you find that?"

"Tore up a sleeping mat."

"Give it here." Po took hold of the cloth and yanked it from the beak that held it, ignoring the indignant yelp and wrapping the textile tightly around Tigress' bleeding leg. The flow had slowed somewhat, but not much.

A low groan escaped her lips, and Po realized she had passed out from the pain. The amber eyes opened the slightest crack, and slurred words spilled from her mouth, "Wha' hap'n'd?"

"I don't know, Tigress. All I know is that-"

"Stuff it," Shifu appeared beside Po, looking quite catty-whompus after the most recent entourage, "What I'd like to know is what the spirit-damned hell was that?"

How many times must I say this? "I DON'T KNOW! JUST STUFF IT YOURSELVES FOR ONCE!" he screamed in frustration and confusion.

It seemed the entirety of the clearing had suddenly gone still, aside from a smeared "Whuzzuhmatter?" that drifted from the delirious Tigress.

Po spoke much quieter now, "I'm sorry, I'm just confused. Everyone's asking me what happened, how did I do it, all that stuff, and I don't even have an answer. All that I know is that I saw Tigress get cut, then I got really mad, and then I just lost control of myself. I couldn't make my own decisions."

Silence reigned once again, then Shifu asked, "Like, you were… possessed?"

"Yes. Exactly. I jumped up in the air, I came down, I was all full of energy, and then there was this explosion…"

A pause, then, "I remember you said something when you jumped up."

"What did I say? 'Cause I don't remember saying anything."

"It's hard to pronounce. It sounded like it was in a different language."

"Could you try to say it, please?"

"I'll try." Shifu cleared his throat, "You said, 'Vráhn vor hylak'."

He flinched, as something clicked, and the panda instantly recognized what the phrase meant, "Curse you all!" Now he knew it; he definitely had been possessed, or something.

The rest of the day passed uneasily. The camp was rearranged, Tigress was further treated, and finally they all lay down to sleep.

Po flopped about restlessly; he had a nagging sensation that something wasn't right. It was rather like his earlier bout back at the Jade Palace…

Po froze in mid-toss, as the darkness enveloped his mind once again, and he was faced once again with his Dragon Within.

The Dragon's green eyes pierced the warrior's own, "It is time you met someone, Po." Suddenly, the leviathan faded away, and the two green orbs were replaced by two wheels of color set within what seemed wisdom itself. Po now took in the face of Master Síamalyan.

"Mórhd-hínal, Po. I am glad to see you." His deep, majestic voice carried an accent Po had never heard. It weighed heavily on his speech, and it was as if each vowel had been turned inside out like dirty socks.

(AN: think of a messed up British accent and a messed up Australian accent thrown in a blender.)

"Master Síamalyan! I've seen your statue, your message. I have so many questions!"

"Patience, warrior. All will be answered in time. It is good that you found my message."

"Why are you here anyway?"

"Well, first, I thought I should tell you that I was the one who helped you during your entourage with the Cult of Sarugon."

"You were the one that possessed me?"

"Yes. I made you do a meteor strike. One of my favorite moves."

"But, why?"

"Don't you know? The Cult has the power of shamanism. They can manipulate the elements and the energies. It would be suicide to try to fend them off without the same power."

"Wait, what is this cult? What do they want?"

Síamalyan sighed heavily, "The Cult of Sarugon is aimed at worldly dominance. They are lead by my arch enemy, the un-maker of reality, Seronar. The Cult wants you because you are the subject of the prophecy that-"

"What prophecy, master?"

"The rogue and the dragon shall clash, the inferno shall sweep the world, and all will be decided once and for all."

The enormity of the prophecy struck Po full on, like a slap to the face. The rogue and the dragon shall clash? And what sort of inferno will sweep the world? The panda's mind reeled in confusion.

"I understand your confusion, warrior." Síamalyan explained, "But, moving on now! The Cult believes you are the dragon mentioned in the prophecy, due to your status as Dragon Warrior. Because of this, they will try anything to get to you, and since I helped you defeat them, they will most likely think you are more powerful than you seem."

"So, the meteor strike you made me do was a mistake?"

"Yes, unfortunately. My only thought at the time was to get you out of danger. I'm afraid I got you further into it."

"What am I supposed to do now, master?"

"Find the artifacts. Try to evade the Cult as best as you can. They may be powerful, but they leave tracks galore. Inform your comrades about our conversation."

"Thank you master."

"Always," A clawed hand reached up to touch Po, and he instantly jerked awake into the waking world.

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