Hello, and, million times sorry for the long, long, long waiting. I've got a writer depression and some other troubles the last few weeks and I hope you can forgive me that. At the moment I still have problems to pick myself up and to continue the story. This chapter is very short but I want to try a try for a newstart. So, I don't want to bug you more with prewords and enjoy the chapter.
28. The night after
Po didn't walk back home. After he had left Shen he wandered through the forest without aim and without knowing what he should do next. Instead he walked around and he became tired. And without comment he let fall himself aside under a tree and didn't want to go more. He wanted to sleep. Just sleeping.
Shen's words echoed through his head.
"I killed her!"
Po shook his head. He didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to feel revenge in his fists. His inner peace had to be stronger. He found his peace, but not him.
With a loud sigh he rolled from one side to another. And after few minutes, he felt asleep.
The first sunbeams touched the top of the trees. Po's nose jerked when the sun touched it. He sniffed and coughed. The panda blinked and held his hand over his eyes.
Memories of the last night came back. Po sighed deeply. How should he explain Shifu all that? Shifu will kick him out! Banning him! He will hate him! He will never come back to his village of peace...
Suddenly Po stood up with shocked eyes. "Oh no! The festival!"
Po ran through the forest and had forgot all threatings of Shifu and others. He had to be in village! Otherwise it would be war!
Po had already passed the main street, until...
"Oh, Po! Po!"
Po stopped and Mr. Ping ran at him. "Oh Po! I couldn't sleep the whole night!"
"No time, dad!"
Po turned around and continued running.
"But Po! Look what I made last night."
Po looked behind and watched how his dad hanged up a poster. "With the Dragon Warrior you can strengthen your forces with the Dragon Warrior soup."
Po looked at him with unsure face.
"Uhm, not good?"
"No, no, it... it's nice, dad. Very nice."
Mr. Ping's face became worried. "Po? Are you okay?"
Po stopped. "It's... it's nothing, dad."
"Are you really sure, Po? You know you can talk to me about everything."
For a briefly moment, Po was going to talk but in last second he bit his underlip. "It's nothing. I... I have to go now."
Mr. Ping didn't know what to say and watched how his son ran to the palace.
To be continued...
