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Chapter XXV
Oh, My Scarlet
Her new best friend I gazed shortly on a front, circular corridor who approaches forth in this Library. A strange bird with a long funny neck? Lei Lei, who I healed her earlier, has she did something an extraordinary gift of favor? I adore more to her precious chi. This panda is one, such, courage into her own heart As she performed an odd, pleasant smile by her admit imagery of a strange bird with a long, funny neck as I glimpse into him, my brother is in my sightseeing.
Lao, positioning from his beak of a smile, my warmth headache froze into a shiver with a gentle smirk. The Nine sprints toward the peacock, grasping my brother rapidly into a hunger companionship. That you could see your loved one of a family or any strange people you called friends, this is how a real friendship in your mind, that imaged you with a family of your own, who you dearly misses him or her even more.
With all the Library as settled a sound of a crying laugh, Shifu, the two Masters and the Five are approached forward to Lao, voicing by a smile on their faces (Crane's bill also). Crossing to these piled up scrolls with attaching red strings from the floor as I dragged my breast towards the Masters of Jade Palace and the Nine, Lao embarked to foresee me.
In our grins by the gratitude of the panda's healing chi, my brother and I, both grasp ourselves hardly by our eyes as it is nearly poured to rain as I hold my tear back significantly. A minute of the most extended hug I hold my brother's robe in front of me for a while, Lao embarks to announce. "We have great news," Lao informs naturally, "Fei from the Seventh Righteous, has found the Dragon Warrior."
"Where?" Tigress inquired by her widest sunset eyes.
"An integrity question, Master Tigress," Lao answers. "A substandard news without multiple answers from the hawk to notice Dragon Warrior's whereabouts. Fei went subsided himself on those plain grasses I have seen him outside at the Masters Garden near a gorilla statue. Minor wounds on his feathers and a right side neck around him went unconscious as the lion Shujaa escorted that hawk to the Student Barrack."
Shifu slowly saunters forward in front of Lao, caressing his light beard below his jaw, storming his thoughts and glimpsing my brother. "Then we'll wait for the hawk to reveal Fei's answers later," Shifu advised. "Ming and I must inform Emperor Huangdi at around dusk, while the Five must check on our friend Peng."
"Four of the Nine must check on Fei's conditions," I say. "Then the other half shall check on Li Shan and Mr. Ping at Noodle Restaurant at the Valley of Peace."
Just as the plans are simple, I volunteered with Lao, Lotus, and Niu to the Valley of Peace as Bao, Fǎnshè, Shou, and Zhao to Student Barracks to check on Fei at Student Barrack. The elder masters including both Master Ox and Master Croc goes to Emperor Huangdi to commune about the circumstances of the Dragon Warrior's missing, and Shou's father battling Huoju's army at Zei Dao.
Lao and I await ourselves on this gentle, warming breeze that touched my temple by the heavens outside of Jade Palace on the front door that was opened by goose servants. My grandmother and pandiva leader, Mei Mei, glimpses to our position as the Five and Masters are uniting, walking forward from a left bank of a circular corridor.
"Is there any word from that hawk?" I ask, leaning my eyes to Lao.
"Not much," Lao replied, glimpsing the breeze as his blue silk gently billows through thousands of his feathers. "His last words before he collapsed into a cold, Fei only said that he found where the Dragon Warrior is."
"Any conditions of Fei?" I admire.
"His feathers whipped severely," he says, giving me some details of the hawk's wounds as Lao pointed his chest throughout a neck. "Around his breast, through his left neck, then his back. His wings are currently in good condition. Hong and Lady Kasi are doing their remedy to Fei's injuries. Whatever that happened to him, then someone or bandits are harder to endure their weapons' accuracy as they used dark arrows lethally."
"Did Lei Lei did this to you, brother?" I point his lung beneath the upper chest.
"She has returned you a favor, Xing," he says ponderously from his smirking beak. "The only what you accepted to heal her, Lei Lei's broken tears after I awoke from that horrendous nightmare."
"You had a nightmare?" I ask. "How bad was it?"
"It was only a dream," Lao speaks calmly, "nothing is possible to let everyone dies."
"What did you see in your trance, Lao?" I ask. Having many questions over my head as the crawling veins nearly writhed from the sides of my temples, shivers deeply as the fingers crawl. Nonetheless, as we both saunter down by the heavens of the Jade Palace on these yellow stones of stairs into these beautiful lantern lights of the Valley of Peace ahead of us below, through his eyes, I see, brightens as a shivering wave stubbornly.
"I have visioned the worst nightmare," he clarified, "something what all of us, and here at beyond on this Mother nature in all of China, was all inferno as a dying seed."
Probably the worst one than my sister's stolen cookies, I pondered. How best to describe my brother's nightmare? Much worse than anyone's deadly trance. Worst one than my memory sensitively, not my sister's cookies she'd entirely stolen. How is anyone's vision that could start something to suffer from demise that concluded them? Hardly to consider their nightmares, yet, the panther princess I mainly recalled her.
"Has Lady Kasi cast some dark illusion away from you?" I ask while we approached the Jade Palace Arena's doorway as Lao and I await both Lotus and Niu above a stairway behind the temple.
"She did," he comments. "What was that sort of the Mightiest Warriors conversation back there inside the Library, Xing?" Lao asks bewilderedly. He might have overheard through wooden halls that delivered many voices that you can listen very carefully next to a wall that covered beside another room suspiciously.
"Oogway's old nemesis who destroyed my ancestor's temple," I say, clarifying when caressing a large, mahogany barrier door throughout my paws go hardened as a metal. "A lot of perception, and exceedingly long story to read our tortoise Grandmaster who united with your peafowl ancestor, and that snow leopard guy who is like Peng or Tai Lung's ancestor." I softly revolve to his beak, "You are not going to believe there was a fourth member of the Mightiest Warriors."
"Who?" he inquired suspiciously.
"You know what my grandmother once, and every day of night stories she spoke to both of us including Lotus about her kung fu master at the Great War with the closest friend of Oogway?" I solicit, Lao bobs gently. "Yep. Oogway's brother was one of the Mightiest Warriors."
His beak declines more likely weight of the bombshell by his shining ocean of gale.
"Are you kidding me?!" He asks loudly.
"Or like," I say, "'Are you kidding me?'" I ask, gazing his wriggling orbs ordinarily.
"You are ironically acting worse than my insist," says Lao informally.
"Really?" I inquire as Master Crane's voice, Lao nods. "Probably yours," I embark, softly insist to a thunderous act, "'ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!'"
"Probably Lao's demand," the voice says below me.
This bug leaps through Lao's talon from a doorway, crawling on my brother's robe to the left shoulder rapidly. "That ugly bull hurt my feelings terribly," Mantis uttered. "Luckily, he's not around here anymore, so. . . Yeah. He'll never eat my head with his amulet."
"So. . ." Lao begins as we continuously walk down the stairway. "Before you were turning into a green," my brother considers, "how did that bull ever insulted you?"
"A mumbo jumbo from his big mouth, that's how I went to a change of heart after I shouted him like, 'ANTENNA POWER!'," Mantis says with a rise of voice. Calming as this bug conveys a soft breath. "As Crane and I went to a deserted place out of the plain sand of an evil sun, those three masters who we encountered from their villages, they also experienced in their suspicious of those green orbs when their villages were under attack."
"Once you all got in that abandoned vessel one at a time, then that fire of green, made you turned to a jade zombie before your buddy Crane came over to you," I say. Mantis was not the only one who once communed to the Five. Along with Crane, then Viper and Mantis as all four were petrified as the green stones of jade. Gladly, my aunt, Tigress is not one of that bull's jombies. Ugh.
Shortly after the arrival near Noodle Restaurant we nearly there, these kindness people of the Valley of Peace saunters through a white hemisphere entrance of a Noodle Restaurant. Most villagers carry jaded kindles that enlightened in their hearts, as plenty in front approached forward to place their candles beside the left side wall with posters of their greatest hero in all of China. Waving chi of scorch, soaring sun by the paws of panda he glides into the mountains.
A red ink symbol of the meaning, precious peace, is an honorable name as gracious in the panda's soul. Behind these people, attached red lanterns with strings above, piled with cups of green teas on each wooden table ahead. A squeaking sound of Mr. Ping's misery shattered his warmth heart by Li Shan's grasp. Mantis repeatedly leap over pandas' shoulders, through a single table and landed Mr. Ping's back. You could likely sense a misery of a missing friend, or a family on your own that a picture you seek, shatters your only heart.
In through the mountain, I always sit a pile of a gray stone rock near Lady Xia's wooden house, a vision of distress from my parents' death by angry scorches of dark woods. I sometimes shed tears by my father's anguish from the flames, and my mother's last breath from the death of the black arrow pierced to her breast. In their misery, my nightmare on a gale of the shrouds of darkness on sobbed, and crystal tears of woods, my sheds will not hold back anymore.
A slipping breeze from the blue sky approaches down from the west. A servant navy goose with cobalt silk, soaring over the gray, pale road next to us near the entrance of Noodle Restaurant. Kong, as the Nine and I have not observed our loyalist servant for a couple of days, who he is much wise, moreover read multiple scrolls of Ming's artifacts that are similar to Jade Palace's Hall of Heroes. All four of us assemble our loyalist.
"Master Lao," Kong summon as he shortly landed close to the entrance near me, glimpsing on my brother's orbs.
"Kong," says Lao, smiling from his beak, "My loyal servant."
"I heard the attack on Kong Bai Stadium. Is everything alright with the Nine, my Prince?" He palmed Lao's plume as the goose's voice rose softly.
"Fought so inflexible against those ruthless bandits, Kong," Lao caressed Kong's feather back, peering a brown scroll with a tie of blue silk wrapped around it on goose's left feather. "You have a letter?"
"Important message, from Lady Xia," Kong says, conveying a brown scroll to Lao's quill.
My heart stopped by a single froze from the warming blood by my greatest peahen Lady who also raised me with her son, wrote on this scroll from Xia. My whole body in me, froze as the shrouding vast of ice as I do not budge myself after a letter from Lady Xia has arrived on the feathers of Kong to my brother's hand.
The Nine as we have been on Jade Palace for over two days to support the Masters, none of us, and even my grandmother Ming forgot merely to regard Lady Xia's apprehension anxiously. Notwithstanding, her condition of an illness that softly spreads like a sauntering snail from the start of her talons through her lower chest.
Has my second mother— My adoptive mother has been conscious of her son's injury? If Lady Xia has, she would have suffered worse than a horror of an open beak, and frozen eyes more full. Lao dragged the blue string as I go beside him near his shoulder, both Lotus and Niu remained still from their motionless of numb. A scroll as Lao softly opened from a single roll after the strings pulled, my adoptive mother's writing affected me from a frostbitten seed.
Come home, son. I need to see you.
— Xia.
"She is worried," I say, glimpsing Lao's tremble eyes. Caressing his silk gently from Lao's back. "We must take a vessel back to the Prosper Valley, and meet your mother. You cannot let Xia know you are wounded gravely by, you know."
"What if she did concern about me, then my—?" asked Lao dreadfully with a soft swirl from his face to my orbs.
"I doubt Xia noticed the terrible battle back there, brother. Let's not apprise Xia about Shen's return," I advise, mollifying him with a gentle pat on his right tertiary wing.
"Please, give my thousand blessings to heal Xia for me, Lao," says Niu as both Lao and I swirled our heads to their trembling chests by a frown.
"What can Niu and I do?" Lotus inquiries from her eyes popped open.
"Stick with Li Shan, and Mr. Ping, you two," I inform them, "Kong must linger on your side as you three will be escorted with Master Mantis to Jade Palace later. When that hawk will soon awake, send Kong back to Lady Xia's wooden house to let Lao and I must know."
I grasped Lotus's fur, then blessing to her cheek as we desirably want to linger for a quite longer than a rush of blood to the sprint. Now gripping Niu's hand with a soft impact to our shoulders, my Ox student as I promise him to let Lao shall do a thousand blessings for Xia's breast by our Defender of the Nine's wish.
The brown vessel with a single mast attached with two white cotton sails as Lao and I are on board with a streaming river near three blocks away we sauntered. I paid a yen to the goose boatman double enough who we met him last month for the journey from Prosper Valley to here as we ate Mr. Ping's noodles by our growling stomach with sustenance consistently. We march forward to the west on these crystal suns of a clear stream by singing trees of pink blossoms.
My adoptive mother's letter rushed our flowing brisk of seeds. A blossom leaf soared as the feather on my nose touched my forehead into a sudden serene by my breast of inhaling air I breathe.
Oogway's peach tree vanished my sense of worriedness.
Thirty Minutes Later
Lao and I have roamed throughout the woods as we got over Prosper Valley for over ten minutes earlier; the boatman decides to leave after that goose has to confront his son whom he became an enormous fan of the Dragon Warrior, pours from his flesh of vision. The boatman he explained to his son, could not handle a crater heart pressing down to the ground. My muscles are tendered enough from my feet as the strolling length on these hillsides we climbed on higher than last time for a few days ago, this is how Lao, Lotus and I do take a walk to seek Lady Xia for almost every day. Despite, I have some essential schedule things for cooking grains of rice with Ming at our restaurant near Shui Palace after training.
Since like these woods with gaped of leaves exhaling from a dry breeze, weighing down the Earth from the clouds as all the terrain, then even those villagers on all over China, effects them with a clench of their flesh eyes for the Dragon Warrior's missing. Has the nature been suffering from its cry for that time? I am in concern of it respectfully, within its voices from the breeze of sunlight as that gathers most of the leaves, it whispers into our ears. Wait. Where are Lao's ears? Ugh! I sound ridiculous. It's on slightly below his eyes as you could not see any bird's ears with feathers covered.
Once we reached there in time, a cabin that is veined with logs added with ivy branches and mostly green grasses around it. I shortly glimpsed to a piled up stone rock near to the cliff, an open-view of a whole village, of the Prosper Valley. My home; The Nine's home; our home. I minded Lao as I will come over in a moment to seek Lady Xia inside a cabin. My first glimpse as I step on a stiff of pale stone to sit on the top, this is how I manage a time myself to meditate, even in need of some air for the impacting froze the seed in me by sufficient bad memories. Not the Nine's actually. But to my parents' death from the hot air of an outrageous, vexation of the crawling darkness among light red togetherly, it silenced within my parents' scream.
That's not just the way which one of your both noodles are genuinely the best ones, and who is the greatest cooker of noodles. The only way I shall honor to say is, both you Po and Mr. Ping are the greatest who entirely cook pasta noodles, and I prefer the way I will always eat noodles at any time now in Valley of Peace with my brother Lao.
I recall the dinner with a discussion of the Dragon Warrior I once spoke to him for the most part by which ingredients of noodles are the greatest. Mr. Ping is a top skilled chef, better than his adoptive son's noodle ingredients. Into the most profound look of the shining star above that, a sun caressed front of my head from the warming breeze, Po's words are equivalent to my precious words to review after I shut my orbs entirely.
I'm happy you love our noodles, Xing, said Po in a beaming manner. We also love your grandmother's rice too, and we both are in love with your rice too. But hey, as long as anyone who knows how to cook well, they'll come over to the restaurant and fill up their empty stomachs for good.
A rustling grasses it once breathed by billowing winds across the surroundings around me. Additionally, these winds are my only preference of its sing, that impacts my whole body in which disciplined my sorrow. It is such lightly, my fur by the rustling grasses massaged into me. A gentle breeze whispers through multiple trees nearby over the steep and a cliff in front of my village of the Prosper Valley.
The pace draws near from behind; not actually. The grasses that are crushed softly by someone's rhythms. It comes closer, closer than plenty of feet away from me. The walk becomes quite louder than a soft crush of grasses. Humming as I concentrated to this voice that went closer near me, I eagerly recognize a hum from behind.
"Master Shifu is right," I say soothingly, opening my orbs slowly, glimpsing the pale stone I currently sit, "You are the only student who is much stealthier to embark any conversation to those you listen."
Slowly I rose my head by the breeze that shoved my jaw, smiling to her amusingly. For how long has she been following us? I couldn't know. I revolve my head to the left. A warrior with a smirk by her amber eyes as her yellow tunic robe gently billows from a singing breeze. By the looks of her grin she has, I perceive such curiosity by her thoughts that speak to herself. With a question on what Fellowship of the Nine is doing secretly without showing, or telling the Masters the truth. Perhaps, my family of the Nine and I would not ever do dark secrets offensively.
"Nephew," Tigress says.
"Aunt," I answer.
"You do have a peaceful home," she implies soothingly, staring at the wooden cabin. "None of the Masters including me have yet discovered the cabin that you and the Nine kept secret from us."
"Not going to be so impolite in front of you," I say, raising my knee conventionally from the stone below me, then approach Tigress closer in a polite manner. "How did you follow us from the start of Valley of Peace to here, Master Tigress?" I inquire at her strongly.
"I lurked behind boatman's vessel before you two left the Valley of Peace," Tigress justifies conventionally, balancing her voice perfectly without loud or quiet tone. "Your grandmother has desired me to follow, and look after you and Lao. For your safety as I am here with you, Huoju's bandits are growing across China. Just as I overheard one of Huangdi's guards before I left Jade Palace."
I completely understand her feminine voice for the next severe news to listen, without a word I should consider Tigress, and Ming in some secret, my thought climbed into the clouds before the collapse with a reveal, by an Ox-demon who smothered me from his claw beside my aunt.
"Listen, Xing," she commences when I peer to the vein of branches that surrounded my adoptive mother's cabin with the sun from the shine. "I realized that you have not told by your grandmother's confidence."
"I haven't told you all masters about my brother's peahen mother," I assume her with my honestly by my shrinking forehead briskly with cool from her throat. "For many times in my thought, I wanted to commence my voice to clarify about the Nine's secrets we should have told you all."
"Po and the Five knows," Tigress says.
"How?" I ask her, leaning my eyes forwardly.
"Your grandmother, Ming," replied Tigress. "Before we went to Kong Bai Stadium, she wanted to have a word with Shifu, and so to the rest of us as Ming spoke about your brother's peahen mother." Tigress moves forward, grazing my left upper joint by her coziness paw mildly. "That complication life with your grandmother's old friend, peahen's story with your brother is all honestly true. In our thoughts to your brother, Po and the Five kept thinking hard enough in him because we would not believe Lord Shen is Lao's father. By your grandmother's revelation, your best friend's father is a name who murdered mostly innocent pandas."
I saunter myself to the cliff as Tigress follows me after she removed her paw from my upper joint softly. "Ming had never me discern who Lao's father absolutely," I say, gazing the houses of the Prosper Valley roads down ahead. "Until that wolf who I saw, where he struggled himself on the ground at the stadium, his words to my brother's quivered body in his wide ocean eyes, my heart had stopped for five seconds after that wolf pointed at ruthless peacock to let Lao know about my brother's real father truthfully."
"You seemed upset," she realizes by her eyes.
"There's no point to hate on Shen that he tossed his blade to my brother's lung," I say. "I haven't spoken to Ming for two days, Tigress. She must have known what I realized Lao's dad I spotted him with my own eyes. It just felt like someone you know had some secret in which you should not know, then something unexpected right in front of you at any time, your mind was darted by flames, then your heart pulled you down to your knees so badly when you revealed."
I could not resist my forehead as it crawled the flames through my tears I hold back without hesitating. Within my chest it shivers from the ice, every flow of my heart battered the ice unpredictably.
"So as Huoju strangled our throats," I imply sharply, revolving my head unhurriedly to her amber orbs, "I stared into my flashback and then yours truly from his magic to foresee both of us as we are equal to our kin." I palm my chest rigorously, breaking my exhale slightly from the single right tear. "You knew this before Huoju?" I insist thoroughly, with my throat rises stiffly as rime ice. "After all this time we met?"
She hesitates. I assume to her being petrified as the stone, by her smallest frown to the edge of her mouth by her left cheek. Tigress knew, I thought. You knew.
"Shifu confronted your grandmother at such their youngest age, Xing," Tigress implies frantically, departing a voice from her mouth gently. "After all these years before your grandmother went to your village, there was a death threat Shifu noticed of Ming's absence, then realized my parents and I were targeted by unknown cause too. After my parents delivered me to the orphanage place, they would never be coming back."
I take a deep breath. I could not release my voice from my exhale that every Tigress's word, is all honest indeed. I glance to the right, imaging pale clouds covering the sun predictably. What can I possibly notice Tigress's inception of her long, lost parents who they dropped their daughter to Bao Gu Orphanage as she became stronger with rage? Am I look the same? Not necessarily.
I sigh deeply, loosening my breath from my nose steadily.
"I recalled to Xìngzhì Sēnlín, my village near the woods. It was more prosperous than my home down there." I say, reflecting. "What was I remember by my grandmother's palace? Lanterns. Blue lights are what reminded me of the old cabin I used to occupy there with my family, then most villagers. In the illumination I saw most of it, it never leaves my memory alone for a reason to recall. The raging fires from the woods tore many houses and people aggressively.
"After fires that blasted the entire village, Ming, my parents and I sprinted across the shaded black of woods from a catastrophe where the fire destroyed my village. Filled with horrors, filled with white ice tears from the sky that soared as feathers, then billowed flames chased us from behind. With all the pure hearts I felt the race of non-stop, my mother's breath went shut, then as Ming carried me over her body to me. My father shone into scars from his wide eyes with trembled open mouth after my mother went shot by a single, shrouded arrow.
"Then a fire above my father, it crushed down into him as Ming and I hailed to my parents before we both cast ourselves into the shadows of woods. We've survived the attack from whoever it was trying to slay us all, even from the cause of my grandmother's sister who also killed along with my uncle I never mentioned him near Bao Gu Orphanage about twenty miles away.
"That insulted words what Huoju said to us we both are relatives," I reflect, peering into her amber eyes, "he is what I discover to believe, he murdered my parents, then my entire village before their death."
"I am very sorry, Xing," Tigress forgives heartbrokenly.
"So do I, Tigress," I say overwhelmingly, moaning calmly. "What your parents did to you before vanished, they did a right thing to let you live longer."
"Xing," she palms my back. "The past is just a history you cannot trap yourself within your grief. My deepest condolences to your parents' death, they earned themselves a gift. A gift that they swore to protect you from your death, they sacrificed their lives for you and your grandmother as your parents wanted you both to live longer. Even as my parents left me at Bao Gu Orphanage, they forfeited their hearts before death.
"Sometimes," she caressed my whole shoulder as I turn to Tigress softly, "our parents had to let go what they adored most to set our destiny to continue freely. As long as we both live much with your grandmother and our friends, we must look after ourselves each other. Since you, Ming and I are the only tigers left, we are a family."
She does have a point. We grasp ourselves tenderly by our strength of the compassion. Her whole arm clenches my half body softly as the metal, Crunching my spine efficiently as familiar to that panda who grasps every villager harder. Nothing to compare which Tigress and Yoo have their strength to crush anyone's spine, I am immune to their hugs.
A tall, black bird with white and gray feathers who wears a purple sash with blue trousers and conical hat above his crown, he widened his long gaping beak and eyes as a pie whole.
"Master Crane?" I say, raising my voice sharply when Tigress released her grasp as she swirls to Crane.
The bird quivers his whole face with a beak open. "Right. Um," Crane concludes, reflecting hardly after closing his beak frequently. "Our friend Peng has awakened, Tigress."
"That is good news, Crane," says Tigress. "I'm glad that Peng's alright."
"Hey! Maybe you can't watch my mother sacrificed?" asks Crane, extending his wings widely.
"Stop being a wimp," Tigress advises the bird awkwardly as I move barely from being petrified. "Have you ever messaged to your mother weekly?" She inquires perceivably.
Mother? I thought wildly.
"All the time as I wrote to her legitimately in each week," Crane answers. "My last message I received, is her anxiety of me since the ambush."
"Then write her a letter," she informs the bird firmly. "Let your mother notice that you are okay with the Five, even that Ox-demon, and the Dragon Warrior."
Crane nods, soaring off the grasses rapidly from his wings. By his wings gliding from the winds as screeching loudly, he curves left on the Prosper Valley to the tall, green varnish mountains thoroughly. When did Crane come here? How long has he gazed to both me and Tigress?
"That seems—" I say, Tigress smirked at me with a bending left eyebrow. "Nevermind."
We saunter away from an enormous view of Prosper Valley from a cliff when Tigress and I stood there shortly after Crane's absence above the sky. Just as I understand clearly by their humorous act from the beginning unexpectedly, they both (including three of the Furious Five) encountered ridiculously within their life.
You embark on considering a voice of ridiculousness is a better life, where potential starts with friends or a family within their intellect. I can only imagine of Monkey's mockery than whoever I encounter along. "Can I ask you freely?" I inquire Tigress as we approach the wooden cabin, sauntering near on a front door that fills clearest green veins with colorful flowers.
"Of course," she comments.
"Is it okay I can call you Auntie?" I request her.
"Yes," she rejoices blithely.
"Really?"
"No."
Third Person PoV
The abandoned terrain with soul-less grasses and solitude brown trees that colors into dimmer from the golden sun across the realm behind soaring rocks. Everywhere seems the sound of silence by a gleaming sun. The warmth breeze encloses the two vicious warriors, swimming onto most pastels of the brownstone bridge as the Ox-demon and bear saunter there.
Slowly as they approach through a loneliness terrain with shreds of black rock all around it, a golden sun no longer dims its light behind the bear and Ox-demon. Once draw near the solitude, their breath enters the brisk of gray smoke. Experiencing the cold by their furs from the solitude terrain, both evils immune to their sauntering feet; solid rocks that are darker than the brown of dirt. Much likely ice where two sinful warriors ignored the coldness with their capacity of immortal flesh.
Shortly after the long saunter, both Ox-demon and bear enters the cracked of black ice terrain with two amulets of jade and red soaring togetherly nearby. Huoju strolls himself on a black ice land, summoning his cloaking shadow by his left claw firmly. A few specks of smallest clouds around Ox-demon's neck whispers wickedly, snatching these amulets carefully by the sounds of ice cracking apart quietly.
The bear disciplines the tearing coldness hardly by her solar orbs narrowly. A single, jade amulet where Huoju's right claw has polished from a star, he placed it in his dark gray metallic kilt's right pocket. The smallest star that gleamed a warmth in front of Ox-demon's face, the red amulet caresses him lightly. Wonder how by according to Phantom Bear's curiosity of a red star that is touching her master's both cheeks, in which Huoju by the next claw togetherly on his other claw, the scarlet repeatedly dimmers and brightens as the flesh of heart.
Oh, my dear. Huoju says fondly. Oh, my love. I have searched you for five hundred and twelve years. . . .
Oh, my scarlet. Poor little creature. Every pain within myself by your death weakened my firmest breast. Every scream of misery I felt in you from your demise, minimizes robustness through my flesh. Every eye of your pouring suns I sought in you, shattered many wounds of veins from my tea of rain.
"She is beautiful, my Prince," says the bear, leaning forward behind Huoju.
Yes, Phantom. She deserves her attractive than my caring, Huoju sneers benevolently. By my solitude after her death, I hardly tried to avenge my scarlet creature against the warrior, who was the rival of my commander's army that he cherished her when I returned before the end of Great War. Once I saw her with him in my scorch I summoned to burn a wooden house near high mountains, my scarlet went murdered from his two blades he slit her eyes.
"Did you kill that warrior?" asks Phantom, stepping her right leg quietly, and stops.
Huoju chuckles inwardly. He was just an ignoramus warrior. He described. Once the battle has achieved after two weeks by commander's triumph, my scarlet's murderer went banished to undergo his cruelty. Still, I always mind that pity I despise him mostly than his companions.
"What is that jade amulet in your pocket?" Phantom queries at the Ox-demon, glimpsing the green light within Huoju's pocket.
A unique soul, my dear. Huoju replies. The last jade amulet within this creature he became known, as one of the superiors. Within his heart, we shall see him whenever I can present the son of Li Shan again soon. For my scarlet, my plan will embark later around plenty of weeks or a month to let many souls in all of China shall glimpse their fear from the sky, as she will overcome every last one of them.
Glimpsing a scarlet star slightly, Huoju grins gruesomely. He covers the red amulet with two hands togetherly. Soothingly without making it unbreakable, the red amulet dimmers slightly.
"What shall I do, my Prince?" demands Phantom, clenching her claw fingers firmly. Huoju swivels to the bear's eyes mildly.
Search the one who speaks about the divination on every temple you must find her across China, Phantom. Huoju requires the bear sternly.
Bring that elder goat to me.