PART TWO

"Salvage"

Chapter XXI

Nightmare, or Memory

"Monsters are real; ghosts are real too. They live inside us and sometimes, they win." — Stephen King

Lao's PoV

The numbness throughout my sleepiness body shifted to cold. Around me outside is all warm, how fragile I barely manifest into dark blue with crepuscular lights above my crest. The blaze on my wound severely grimaces my breath. I swallow something beneath the bluish surroundings, billowing my long blue robe smoothly and my train above me.

Why should I be dead? That phantom peafowl pierced my lung, and my soul refuses to suffer towards death. The clouds spread my back, floating as water I submerge in smoke. The smoke on water dives my horrific body through the darkness. The whole shadow of the evil swarms below soars over my body, dragging me inside the void roughly. Both of my talons went entangled by stirring darkness around, one of the reasons it feels like the spill of hot water, then soon realizing my death goes near my drowning. I breathe horribly through screaming foam below a submerging sea of darkness. I could not move as I realized my whole body would not react and personally, my weakness slightly configures my feathers burned and lacerating my lung wound from the feather blade.

The match shines above the blue breeze of the ocean. The angel might have called my life swimming toward death, and shall salvage my soul to Spirit Realm. The light of foams rumbles on the occasion of a silhouette peacock which I sought him from the battle, swimming downward towards me. His exact color of death scream his beak by creating air foams, calling my other name (as my birth name), then somehow devastating darkness sink my whole trembling body also, as defeating a water smoke like its mouth clasped with sharpness, and ruthless teeth.

Swelling breeze warms so much when sudden numbness below the dirtiness I touch the Earth's lifeless terrain softly I lay there without crouching. It was blood rocks that bring unpredictable sheath. As the vision blurs harder glimpsing at the vast ocean of smoke breathing with the blaze, I noticed the silks that turned smother. The sky burns with fire. I rose from the blood dirt, no sudden pain from my wound as the peacock's blade is still onto my lung over my grayish robe I do not suppose to wear.

Was that just my only dream I see, or is this real instead phantasm?

The sky burns like ash; therefore, the flames grow and kill the blue absolutes. It was perfect; the blue was my comfort all the sudden. The mountains that the land of shrieking voices crawl below the grasslands, I spot a horrified desolation of Jade Palace and all the terrain of Valley of Peace. Inferno winds over the sky beside the mountains like splashing wet lava flies above the heaven.

The land had burned across collaterally damaged houses, motels and restaurants shattered like bricks perching itself beside roads, grasses, and flowers. Imaging how fire brightened into dying sunlight that pours some snow across the inferno sky. I started walking near this famous restaurant, where every prosperous people adored a sustenance. A food of noodle pasta, forged by the hands of Dragon Warrior, and wings of Mr. Ping.

Where was he? Where is that panda above the sky?

That beast I sought him from the shadows who once called Huoju. Was he the one who did this terrain into an inferno that Huoju is responsible for that madness? When did the Valley of Peace and Jade Palace was attacked from demon Ox? How long did I go through the cold inside of me?

Lao.

An elder's voice calls me from behind. It was a fox. This narrowing, formidable fox he glared to my foggy vision I blinked, I have never seen him who look familiar to Shifu. His orange eyes are bright, the glasses near his nose, and somehow wearing his blue robe with orange, red and yellow patches over his uniform. This elder approach to me slowly as mainly cautious the fox goes. The land shifts after I turned softly. The next terrain of this desolated city. The city's sky transforms into a beam and solar gale. Bones run like swirl into the water-like ocean near the skirts of the bay.

The palace stands higher below the heaven. Its exterior I take a brief look, the sculpture of yellow with gold flames crawls into rage intensely, as the interior's gap of windows I counted was ten because of a large, palace it was used to stand there before. Those four heavily towers stand around the Sacred Flame are considerably, and most protection of using cannons from any threat who will shoot the tower, even the phantom peacock and me from the sea. How come of this property of—?

The peacocks. Peafowl nobles clan originated the palace residence. The flame tower somehow rebuilt, and who might have caused that Tower of the Sacred Flame collapsed before this? My father did, I concern that Shen did his genius atrocity. I abhor the disgraceful peacock. He should have never hurt my grandparents' fondness. His parents adored him; He NEVER loved them, by the Gods!

As I tried to sight the elder fox, the terrain fills stone bodies at all the sudden around my surroundings. The fox stands beside while he speaks like a senior.

I assume you are the Son of Lord Shen, your Highness.

What does he know about my real identity?

War never ends. The wound grows deeply into consequences, which the evil corrupted all the realm and ruled over the Earth. Evil is predictable to ignite everywhere, not just China. The world, the Spirit Realm, and the Universe.

"Who are you, fox?" I demand the fox confusingly. What is the meaning of "evil corrupted all the realm and ruled over the Earth"? How do I suppose to know this nightmare? Huoju, perhaps?

You do know my name, your Highness.

The fox briefly refuses to notice his real name. Therefore, he insists cordially. Have you forgotten what Oogway gave Shifu as the new owner of Jade Palace in my youngest age?

"Why am I here on this desolated city?" I ask in solemnly way. "What happened here? Did Huoju, or Lord Shen did this terrain?"

Evil damaged Gongmen City, young one. The fox replies. I come behind him when he strolls himself through roads, also hills of my grandparents' terrain of Gongmen City. Peafowl ancestors once ruled this place before your grandparents, then your biological father he sought the heart of the creational life of darkness into him.

"I observed plainly. You do not understand my questions I demand answers." I reason the fox he does not quickly retort.

A simple one of the three powerful Immorality Gods who ravaged this beautiful terrain of Gongmen City. It is he who precipitated the consolation of the innocent city. However, the Prince was not alone.

"'Immorality Gods'?" I repeated the fox demandingly.

The adversary opposed Mightiest Warriors, and three are anti-luminescence of all sinful, born from the heart of a shadow about millennium annuals. I know plenty of the Great War history, as all four of only the strongest they skirmished one of the three Immorality Gods who was a sorcerer and second-in-command whose army he allied.

Once the fox and I stop the only hill we barely sight the destruction of all the fires crawled onto city with more than hundred signs of stores, foods, then silks as we reached there, the ebony around the solar sky descends forward steadily. Above the collateral damaged tower in which supposedly destroyed by Shen's cannons long ago, the void reptile skin with glowing green eyes crawls over the side of the Sacred Flame tower. Dragons do exist from the ancestors they once saw one, and only Dragon is supposed to supply food, the art of fighting, and knowledge of life. Only the Dragon Warrior in which my imagination can summon his chi of dragon form when Po once clarified about the defeat of Supreme Warlord at Spirit Realm, Kai.

The Dragon, who nearly destroyed this famous city, it murdered most of the innocence. That creature who you manifest to above the throne of Sacred Flame, was a sibling of Prince of Darkness.

But those two eyes from that voided and fearful Dragon. How is that possible that those jade eyes to see? By the next sight of my nightmare, a shrieking snarl whispers through my crest with a dying weep as the breeze that my gray silk robe points the direction of Gongmen Bay. The water has emptied; however, the bones fill every ebony waves with smoke and fire lava into it. The solar wind horrified its voice from the dry gaze above the flaming sky.

The star perches onto the horizon with ocean land how closer through the clearest sky that painted the soul of stars beside to Earth's sunlight. Down below I nearly reached the edge of penetrable apartments that cross with a single bridge. There are hundreds and maybe thousands of bones sunk over the emptiness bay with consolation. Beneath down as I standstill over the edge of unpredictable Gongmen Bay, there were wreckage woods, collapsed boats, and Shen's Warship shattered down into the bones. Some dragon form with blackness reptile skin lies there across bones of the ocean below.

How did this dragon die? Who murdered that monster?

"What of the dragon?" I insist considerably, still in much confuse over my nightmare vision. "Who killed this horrible creature?"

You did. The fox answers.

I swiftly turn back, and the fox has completely vanished into the pitch black sands. Another terrible terrain. Warm gale, smolder mountains, powerlessness grass turned to brown like death. I stroll near the cliff on hardness rocks it dimmers into gray, and brown at the same time, seeking what is worth disturbing to explore the hell-like land filled with battlefields like cannons, and war scream voices from the dry sand breeze. That must be the Demon Mountain I discern that terrain according to Dragon Warrior's phantasm vision he once spoke to the Nine about surprising he has become with Furious Five using iconic, and most legendary weapon of the trio brothers wielded to defeat evil purposes.

You've tried everything to stop Huoju, Lao.

My brother's voice came aside to my right. Ambitious, fearless, solemn. A different outfit like a brown robe preventing dust winds around this white tiger. Does he know me hurt from my excruciating pain by Shen's feather blade? Why is my brother so much discomfort the way Xing acts like a grimly warrior? He would never become so stern than any bandits we fought.

You were right, Lao. We should have warned.

"What do you mean by that, Xing?" I insist confusingly, then pointing elsewhere through the sands of death beyond the skirmish terrain, breezing softly. "What is going on here? Right about what?"

We are all doomed. With no support from the awesomeness of Mightiest Warriors, the world, and Universe will obliterate into smoldering. If we attack by now, then that wickedness monster from the sky will end our souls all around us.

"The others? Where is our family? The Nine?" I question my brother. The tournament! Kong Bai!

Most of the people in China are gone, brother. Everyone we know, what we opposed those bandits, and our friends apparently. Lao, I just wanted for you to know—

"What happened? Am I missing something, Xing?" I solemnly demand after I interfered Xing's voice. The Nine was all right in their unconscious! Hong was there beside me, and even my savior reptile Zhao. Something is not what I believe to confirm they are dead; where is Ming? Shifu? The Five? Pandas?

We will meet them again. Till our death, if we die in the battle.

"Why am I here?" I continuously ask anxiously toward my brother confusingly. This nonsense vision continues to crush my own heart. I had enough of circumstances that nightmare draw my soul inverted slightly. "Where are the others? The stadium. That Ox warlord attacked us. I cannot explain how. . . How did we get here and this- That gruesome Demon Mountain we are staring at?"

You do not remember?

Did he just asked me "You do not remember?", and does this vision of nightmare have slept me for how many hours or days have I slept in injury?!

"How long did I passed out?!" I insist clamorously, patting his left shoulder aggressively.

Deep beneath to his eyes, Xing might have considered I am either serious of his sick joke, or lost something I merely forgot about the battle we have fought at Kong Bai Stadium. This nightmare. To me of this, I cannot escape my trance; it is not real. His silk becomes realistic, touching how warmth, or dirtiness he walk onto desert lands. I wear my blue robe, not gray on this nightmare.

His eyes stumble with mouth unlatches. The reason? Xing nearly gapes. Some voice behind those stained hills with brown silks of grass, our Ox colleague he stands there, confirms that our army draws back to our camping site near the open land further away from Demon Mountain. Army? Camping sight?

"Brother?" I called him worriedly after I slip my feathers away from Xing's dust robe.

We need to move. Xing discerns utterly.

The sky begins shivering into familiar golden, and darkness completely. As I stay behind sauntering my brother being forced us to arrive at some camping site, we must convene our army what Niu just said. We do not take long to stroll across the rocks painting silk I touch everywhere we walk from my talons. Are my talons metal claws? It clings to each step. How did I wear this since I started dreaming?

Across the next side of terrain, those mountains with a green shade of trees, the grasses began to collapse apart from the solar wind when the gale penetrates through a single mountain that stands taller alike Jade Palace. Some scorch swirl around a vortex violently as the storm touches the farthest terrain. Not a single scorching swirl it destructs; there is more around on elsewhere, mountains, plains, deserts, everywhere. Niu what our colleague Ox is wearing some battle armor suit that shaded into dark blue, with two axes to his back, he sprints ahead of the rocking hills Xing the and I are about to reach the edge of the bloodshed grasses. As we gazed ahead, this is where some palace we have our army, and perhaps camping sight.

Abandoned cross land territory. It has colored the rocks into bloodshed vast like sand. The dust has settled the soar, seemingly gossip voices I have never heard any of those shallow lakes inked into a blackness that speaks like a hiss reptile; it was a small, blue water lake before. A numerous storm of red-like lightning rages with bolting tireless as it jolts elsewhere among those molded Demon Mountain. These sense of soft rocks below me are molten as the dark rose while strolling near this- This torn barracks color into brown, and rustled bricks.

Survivors? Our army made themselves away from terrible war whoever we are fighting against one of the three Immoral Gods. They all seem to quite injured from the skirmish, as their cuts and bruises they were hit by our enemies. There on some training spar, many warriors combat their hands onto their strength to fight for their survival. Familiar kung fu, familiar Tai Chi, and familiar Wing Chun the Nine we apply ourselves from our master Ming. With armor, weapons, dummies, and tactics the warriors all use for training at the camping further away.

I am still injured with no pain among my right lung while we saunter through this shattered palace. What is this meaning of my phantasm? My future? How is that possible? The way I gaze upon these 'survivors' training their screaming blades turned to grayish pure while combating; Zhao and Niu blading their axes to the sides? Around the intersect by walking near lightness rocks as following by brother upfront, the sides of camping shade darker as the darkness glows with gray candles and green jade kindles.

I sight most of the Furious Five members like Crane pouring a small, black pot that pours a silver liquid onto cotton bandages near Viper's reptile body behind her neck. Apparently, those are alcohol medicines to heal warriors and people for any broken bones, and deep wounds I believe. Next, Monkey trembles his palms along Mantis crawling behind his back while both stroll onto molten rocks beside the tearfulness camp; shaded silks rip apart like a crack of the nightmare sky. What of Tigress? And Dragon Warrior?

I open my beak through most of our Nine members caring plenty of injured "rebellions" beside the sloping crags, Shou, Fanshe, and Lotus stroll across the pathways, supporting many of wounded warriors I do not recognize who they are. Their brands next to their shoulder arms detail with fire ink paint. A traditional word of the rebellion. How do we ever have our army of defiance? Who invented this community of resistance? What are they? When did this army became allies as we are part of this territory? Where did our soldiers come from in China? Why am I here?

"What of the rebellion?" I inquire confusingly. "Tell me what is going on."

Not now, brother. We have something that we could do to eliminate all demonic forces from that mountain.

"'Demonic forces'?" I repeat, asking bewilderedly.

Ke-Pa's Underworld Demons. They have come there near Demon Mountain to slay anyone who's close, and steadily. Those monsters are highly aggressive.

We conclude our saunter near the dirtiness and emptiness courtyard where most of the survivors filled with pride, and students training with battle blades. No walls perch around; only young ones, villagers, then plenty of Seventh Righteous masters as I barely notice only four left without their primary leader. The deer strengthens elbow combination onto his leopard cub student in a brown robe, the lion swirling his paw feet through the deadly crocodile dummies, the hawk swimming the breeze as Fei releases his dagger with a precise shot by his talon, and panther princess sitting on the left bench she prays while meditating.

"I thought Ke-Pa's destroyed, brother," I say, turning my head to his blue eyes.

He was. Xing answers as I look upon his sturdy eyes he manifests into me. After Po destroyed Ke-Pa years ago, someone might have caused some dark smother magic into that red dragon. Whatever the case that led Ke-Pa resurrected from our greatest enemy, he'll command his demonic forces to cleanse whatever they desire to outnumber us throughout the battle.

"Any leads what you were saying? What do you consider who resurrected the red dragon?" I insist understandably.

Immoral Ox is the one what our army, then Furious Five told us who invented, and invited the dark creatures to slay us all. With hundred thousand demons and bandits from him, his discipline to Ke-Pa's army will aggress with nothing to compare our military will push forward to enemy lines. As I said, if we attack by know, then we'll have to give them all no chance to surrender, and that Immoral Ox will castrate to our souls. Apparently, we might have to-

"Have to what?" I demand; he freezes himself without his answer.

Some agitation, my dear brother, was about to clarify more with his mouth slightly opened. Then there were some other clans on the front of the courtyard in dark gray armors as one of the bandits hail Xing loudly. Without their names of whom they are, one bandit by the middle spoke some delivery package for the Dragon Warrior. What package? Xing proceeds forward as I must stay behind him like I am his right-handed brother.

Niu arrives next to me from the sparring battle behind. Our colleague might have noticed the delivery package that this particular deal thing will endanger us. For example, any compromise deals or unthinkable answers from bandits, Niu will object the transaction to reason Xing. These villains are quite ruthless I shall notice their feast with narrow, they are ironically a crocodile and lizard bandits. On their armors, it brightens into scorch; then their snarl teeth lighten into a cold.

Once we have reached the confrontation meeting, full bandits in their swords are heavily guarding behind a large, mahogany box with green dragon glass that surrounds a reptile skin over it completely. All the sudden quietness as the breeze soar thoroughly above my crest, Xing closely contacts to one of chief lizard bandits when Niu beside me glare toward any thieves hardly.

Did you get it? The blade? Xing asks to lead one in red-orange orbs.

The lizard leader nod statedly. Xing moves away, however. My brother gestured his signal from his right paw, that I must be the one to sympathize, and gaze the box inside with my own eyes. These bandits over the ending course of courtyard pointed their arrows aiming to me as we are neutral like either enemies or allies. My concern while nearing the box forward with bandits guarding it, crocodile and lizard bandits are not what I expect to see they may, or may not interest our army.

They are not our army. Therefore, a fire ink mark does not display an icon to their shoulders.

Guarded lizards pull themselves away from the green dragon box. Reason? Somehow these bandits are afraid of me. Am I the next peafowl as Prince of-? No. Lord of Gongmen, or Xing's second-in-command as either a possible part ironically I am their deadliest threat to bandits? The green dragon box becomes alive it slithers. Was it just the creature who protects something inside of this box? Something unique blade to lead an extraordinary, and victorious skirmish?

Silent whispers over my crest embark something unexpected to this similar ambush from Kong Bai Stadium before I dispose of this scale of green dragon's keyhole. Was it like somewhat kind of a silent feather screeching nearby severely? Its chain rattles loudly from the unpredictable sky as familiar butterfly knife in a soft green glow, it yells.

NO!

The gray form clashes into the front line of lizard bandit forces, savaging them with butterfly knives with chains when the scale of green dragon box has vanished without sight-seeing from the scorching sand impact. We all three dive down into the ground with protection to ourselves before that cause. At sudden with familiar shadow inside the sands, I manifest; the body looked so much familiar to bull form, and large, mysterious horn.

Red and orange sands blind our gaze to the bull, My fascination to my reflection that this bull is my colleague, our pirate friend from the Nine. Is Shou's horn are much more malicious, and enormous how it grows? His horn would have been possible of growth that could take years to process, even his age. How long was I been unconscious after all these years since Kong Bai ambush? I insist my brother after I grasp his paw to my right wing I rise.

"Is that Shou, brother?" I ask Xing when the silent arrows screech above our heads. We dash away from ambush as Niu, Xing and I leading towards the camping sight courtyard. "His horns are larger enough like—"

What do you think, genius? We must find that blade before someone's going to obliterate it!

The blade? Was that box just the only thing as representing the sword? None of this- None of this is real. Instead of realism of phantasm, the burn throughout my wound grows much excruciate than lunging feather I went impacted. It burns to my feathers near my breast. I usually had to ignore the agony as I shall demand this particular blade thing to my brother's significant realization.

"What kind of blade?!" I ask Xing with a wild glare. "What sword are you talking about?"

The Sword of Heroes! That's what Po needs!

The only legendary blade that once wielded by four unknown brothers they fought against the giants; the concentration of each weapon is broad of the sword, a halberd, then a dagger togetherly as three into one sword. Does that sword could ever conclude the demons, and especially the Immorality Gods to destroy them entirely at their presence?

I am afraid they have warned.

The line of skirmish I swift myself to find that green dragon box it once flew from the scorching sands. There was no box, after all, it went vanished completely. The Nine unites with me standing beside I lead with Xing, facing the blazing fire terrain of Demon Mountain. Of course, the land changes if I swift my head back again. Naturally, my family and so to rest of our army with fire ink brand of rebellion will approach forward to Ke-Pa's darkness army soaring over the Demon Mountain, and treacherous bandits carrying their gloomy pierce sticks.

My shoulders are light. And no signs of crawl behind my back. Hong?

We charge our scream as the army of Ke-Pa, and Huoju's forces draw near a brightening rocks ahead. Without our stop, a hideous skirmish splashes us into the blood of no mercy on stones. Raging bandits, tearing multiple of these local rebellion units apart, swarm creatures snarls by their void clouds, scraping with sharpness claws to tremendous forces of heavy duty gorillas' arms, then plenty of wolves' breasts.

The screech of snarl that crawled over the skirmish, I proceed with my sprint into the battle whereas the straight line went spaced entirely to our advantage. These big guards of gorillas, then most Ox infantry and leopards from the rebellion hold each enemy's blade with swords. Whatever the kind of specific plan we advance this process, the straight line where it leads to Demon Mountain, shall only way to push forward without any chances.

Just then, the green ray of wave swims deeply into the breeze, over-penetrating thousands of long, pierce sticks the beam cuts through entirely. Without my swift, I realize what our friends including the People's Hero, charge their honor of war bellow thunderously as I hear their leaping feet into the sky. The Furious Five, Dragon Warrior, the Nine and I go path forward through emptiness straight line as rebellion warriors continuously claimed their defending position for us from bandits and Ke-Pa's demons.

All we do is sprinting in advance without stopping. The shadows they seek onto us, consistently target the Dragon Warrior on the front of Furious Five as the Nine we follow them, these creatures summon their black bows, and arrows point their shot accurately by not just the People's Hero.

Me being dart like burning my lung at the same mark where feather blade lunged through before I collapse into the glow.

Defending position from rebellion was not going to last from behind us as the Nine concludes their sprint, because of me I sense the flames entering my wound that you never felt inside the cold, burning through the cut into the flesh. The clash opens our surroundings as my train compressed by everyone's feet forcefully. My train shreds apart like someone pulling your clothing, then stomping harshly. The rebellion was not they did, the whole army of Immorality Gods do.

No. The red dragon raging the fire on the solar gale sky? Fighting a torch form who is soaring around the Demon Mountain with fire as Ke-Pa breathes his smoke onto someone that flies? This vision cannot be real. My idea goes gray, into blind color as the whole battle of screech goes silent. Except one, and the only female bird who her eyes tint into purple, then violet robe with gold trimming, glazes into me on the front of the whole skirmish after landing from the solar breeze.

An owl?

I could not breathe when the burn within me shreds my flesh from feather blade and blackness arrow. The owl's talon sweeps gray wings, hollering thunderously to my beak.

Everywhere shades into blackness.

My wings wrapped around above my head above, trapping and gasping heavily from nowhere with lack of breathing, inside a sudden dark over the emptiness realm, and most likely a scarlet star overhead. Seeking an intimate friendship of Po on my left tangles the same, Peng gotten sliced through his flesh and clouded fur by an unknown cause from the dark. Beside my right, a bull pirate, my goodness colleague Shou I have known, muzzles with sharpness blood pour from his cheek and hanged by a chain over his arms as many incarnation cuts are around his gray fur.

The tremor spreads across our surroundings with a rush of the gale. Bright gold, gazing on our shattering blind we could not shake from chains. The nemesis has prevailed into the starlight. A former student of Jade Palace with purple pant, and a brown sash. A pure, snow leopard form who freed himself from Chorh-Gom Prison, strolls in front of Peng, snarling with yellow eyes beam with a squint. The next shape of the shadows of Tai Lung as I burn my throat, the peacock with long gray robe saunters across the bridge toward me with burning scarlet wickedly.

The last, and only gale clash behind Shen's train of the tallest form who glows into emerald eyes and noise of chains dangling—

The Jade Slayer?! Why is Kai have returned to my vision of a nightmare?!

Three heavily saunter to us in their anger with intimidation. Tai Lung hammers his claw with blue fire to Peng's breast as my friend growls and falls his head. My throat mutes my voice with only a gape of smother weakly I tried wailing Peng after some shadow swallowed my throat like you are strangling with a grip of two hands. Kai glows his emerald flames across his arms to his hoofs, clasping his hands together and shifting my pirate brother into a single orb of the bull amulet. Shou's scream empties the agony of yellow chi from below his feet to the throat, and Kai chuckles with echoes as if his eyes squint and dart me with a smirk.

The shadows shrink my surroundings behind the bull, snow leopard, and the albino peacock. The eyes of velvet red beam thrive with enormous horns beside its forehead. His horns are not the exact size of Huoju's. His mouth glimmers with liquor shine of lava as if the grim Ox face grimaces gravely. A sudden slash from the light snaps a great warrior's head with his body jerks downward with his neck pops with bones. The People's Hero of gold cloak, white and black uniform, and conical hat hangs on his neck that manifest death into darkness.

Po.

The hanging rope snapped the Dragon Warrior's neck, and I am the only one strangles alive. An unforgettable nightmare that never leaves my soul alone, this is where my only fate will ravel my breast, as a dream could be a future sign of warning. A warning where evil never sleeps, then they win. Shen's beak cranes closer on my breast, grimacing with dark eyes with lids gravely.

"You have realized what you have done. Gongmen was my city. You murdered my parents! And you took your mother from me!"

The phantom shine his exact color of an albino peacock, same feathers as Shen and I are familiar to ourselves, not what he is. His sleeve summons the feather blade of blood it pours softly as the thirst of dark chi. Subsequently, Shen strolls backward as I notice both Tai Lung and Kai move away also. The blade that pours a dark chi, glimmers from the star.

The reincarnation of Lord Shen cast his feather with a roaring caw to my peaceful, eyes shut.

Awakening from a nightmare, my eyes bleed. The insect I encountered him before, he hails my mate beside me in a coma. I never noticed this insect is a doctor. Hong turns from the counter that piles with medical supplies, she calls me with muffled voice and presses my chest down. My voice burns as a numb; I could not speak, then my bleeding eyes began to pour all over this room with paper coverage. I recall this shoji walls that I assume we are at the Student Barrack of Jade Palace.

The grim voice calls, a threatening voice from Kong Bai Stadium. Hong communes the elder goat as Soothsayer I notice she is in this frightening room, bending her hoof thoroughly with alcohol medicine patching through my wound on a right side chest that shines with fire, and burn in my illusion. A one-eyed wolf who called my birth name on a front door rushes in and holds my left with his strength as my voice weakly numbs.

"Z... Zhong. . ." I murmur my burning throat like a soft dying breath. The word of guardian reflected this person with the only one-eye warrior who my mother talked about before.

The bird of beast in black appears from the open-sided door, a reaper cloaked with soft breeze billowing. The reaper hisses its beak on forwarding of my horrific mind; a peacock, the actual color of albino of death as we are the same feathers after a blink of my bleeding orbs. Hong, Mantis, Zhong, and Soothsayer does not hear, nor any of this such imagination come from my head. The peacock's glowing gaze darts ahead of my eyes. He stands in a recovery room behind Zhong and Soothsayer in loneliness. His feathers pressed in his large sleeve from his grayish robe. A soft cry comes from all sides. Not just this room with all the fears. Voices crawl across Shoji walls.

This peacock manifests sinful toward my dying breath as my soul refuses to be taken by him. At to this point of his crimson eyes, reminded me of all this nonsense memory from a Summit Village he ignited everyone's homes. I shall say he is such a disgrace noble who murdered all innocents. He has defeated and cast down into the Harbor from his defeat. And why is Shen being resurrected? Death may be China's greatest villain who is alike an Ox should be the case he brought peacock's life back to reality once again. For Shen's second chance of vengeance?

The dryness has stopped from pouring redness eyes I may not comfort through my struggle consciousness in a coma. Hong considers worriedly about me all the time if I mostly injured, or a small cut that hurt her feelings. She palms her tiny paw to my warmth cheek.

"Lao?" Her shatter throat weeps vigorously. "Honey, you are going to be alright. It was only a dream."

My feathers nearly stroke her long ears. Hong is the one she mainly comfort my breast that she took longingly care of me inside of this recovery room. Without her, my strength never lasts of my living. An honest, the bunny has a spirit of power of encouragement for the Nine, and even to me as my correlation to her heart, Hong, and I are all as one.

Why Hong? That is because she is here with me, and her loving of a soul gave me strength. With a grin on our faces, we brighten both eyes, a consciousness to my vision delivers my sudden peaceful fade I doze merrily.

My fear has vanquished.