Po's mouth hung open when the glowing cyan crystals appeared in front of him; thousands of them were forming the most peculiar yet astonishing designs he had ever seen. There were whole stories portrayed by these magical precious stones; stories very old or very young, events that had taken place thousands of years ago or yesterday. As he paced onto the frozen path ahead of him, deeper inside the cave and the cold, Po witnessed the crystals shift shape and actually write the stories Right then. On one particular wall he saw a shiny white crystal shift and become round. The panda raised a brow and curiously stepped closer to it. But as he stopped walking, the crystal stopped shifting. Po shrugged and took another step, unaware that the minute his paw touched the icy ground, the crystal had begun shifting again.

"H-Hello? Is anybody here?" Po tripped over an ice cone, and the cylinder rolled away. The warrior let his stare browse around the cave; it didn't look like any cave he had seen before. This one was shaped and designed, it looked like the interior of a house. The house of someone very wealthy. A palace, indeed.

WHO DARES BOTHER ME?

Po jerked backwards, slipping on the iced floor and landing on his rear.

"Ouch..." he caressed the sore spot. The voice he had just heard was not frustrated, but compelling and tremendous; it was the voice that matched a god.

Would you stop being so rude? This creature is our guest.

The panda jerked again and his eyes scanned the room for the source of the second voice. This one was more reserved and calm, but had the same majesty as the first one. Ahead of him, from inside the shadows, a blue fire begun to form.

HE WOULD BE A GUEST IF WE HAD INVITED HIM. BUT WE DIDN'T. SO HE'S NOT.

There it goes. You're being inappropriate again.

Po's eyes, who had adjusted in part to the little lighting inside the cave, could make out the enormous creature shifting ahead of him.

AND WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE ME?

I'm your brother. Now show some dignity.

A huge crack was heard. The creature had snapped its vast fingers, but to Po it sounded more like rocks being thrown on each other. The panda widened his eyes and both his eyebrows shot up when the whole cave was granted a blue light, as the crystals' glow was strengthened by some invisible force. But, as soon as light gave him his eyesight back, Po realized it wasn't invisible. In front of him, Dragon Yang had folded his huge body and created four hills that reached the top of the cave. Po watched the infinite scales shift as the Dragon breathed in and out, his whole body heaving and producing a noise that sounded like a deep growl. His scales would change color depending on the light, switching from piss black to semi-transparent blue. Po blinked in astonishment when he saw the two heads, each on top of a separate neck. The first one had a dark brown and black color. Its mane had golden highlights and the eyes were a deep hazel that felt warm but dangerous as well. It was looking at Po with a face of upper disdain and its thick brown brows were knitted. The second was taller and slimmer, in colors of deep blue and jade green, with eyes the same color as ice. It was raised high above its brother and the panda as well, a judging look upon its face and two jade whiskers hanging from the sides of its nostrils.

Excuse my brother, kind warrior, the second head said, he's been having a rough time. The panda noticed the circumcision next to the first head.

I'M BETTER OFF WITHOUT HIM. The first head said, then looked away.

"Hi-him who?" Po quavered, unable to speak a word after witnessing the majesty of Yang.

You don't know... The second head rolled his eyes. How unexpected.

Po crossed his arms around his torso, annoyed that he always ended up in the middle of something he didn't know about. "Yeah right I don't know so would you split the beans for me please?"

Alright, the second head lowered itself, coming closer to the panda. It wasn't until then that Po realized how enormous Yang really was; only his nostrils were as big as Po's belly. In the beginning of time was created the Yin and the Yang...

"Oh no, not again!" the panda rolled his eyes.

I thought you wanted to know... The head said, kind of bewildered.

"Well the bearded la-...Soothsayer has let me on that."

Oh, the head exclaimed, kind of offended, then I might proceed to the purpose of your coming?

"I came..." Po said, realizing he didn't really know why he came in the first place. Master Worm had told him to do it and so he did. What if he had been wrong? What if this wasn't the right place? Then again, a divine beast was heaving right in front of him; what were the chances he had been mistaken? "to discover the secret of Inner Strength."

Kim emerged in the kitchen with a neutral face, that switched into a huge smile when she saw her beloved wolf standing among others and waiting for his breakfast to be served. She stared at him from a distance; the two hadn't met since Lang's departure. And now he was there, so close she could almost reach out and touch his dark fur. The wolf hadn't noticed her presence. Maybe she would surprise him and see. Biting her lower lip, as she always did before doing something naughty, the vixen crawled out from behind his back, then tickled his sides with her paw fingers. The wolf jerked with a "yikes!" then turned around hastily. His surprised face switched to nervous and almost displeased. The vixen was taken aback by the disapproval in his eyes.

"Oh...it's you...hey..." he scratched the back of his neck with a paw, nervously. The vixen raised a brow.

"Surprised to see me?"

"Kind of scared actually."

Why does this feel so awkward? She wondered in puzzlement.

"So...see ya later," Wolf Boss turned around, forgetting about the food and dashing out of the kitchen. Kim felt her heart being torn out and squashed.

Shen glared at the blue peachick. His son's presence made him seem sickly and empty again; the young one had a vivid blue and vibrant greens on his crest -except for three feathers that were pure white like his father's. It had been three days since his birth, yet Jin Bao had already started showing signs of color, fact that opposed to every law of nature. It wasn't the colors that worried Shen, however. His son was too timid and calm. Not the kind of character he could shape into a tyrant. Then again, he possessed great manipulating skills. If he could get Fei to think he was the wronged one, he could definitely get Jin Bao to become cruel as himself too. With a twisted smile on his beak, Lord Shen gave his son a light push, waking him up.

"Good Morning, son. Today you'll be spending the day with me."

Ah, festivals. Gongmen has had three of them in these past months. But none could ever much to the upcoming; it's the celebration of the young royalties naming. Lamps were crafted, chefs would bake and roast and cook any food that had ever been cooked. Ribbons and colorful decorations hung onto every building and the city itself was a combination of lights and colors beyond imagination. The tower of the Sacred Flame had had its floors polished and roofs repaired. The courtyard had been transformed into a dancing hall. The main entrance had been re-painted while the two golden peacocks guarding the front door had been polished so much, their shine could be seen from the port, all the way across Gongmen. Citizens and civilians would roam the streets, dancing to music produced by the many wandering musicians who had jumped out on the pavements. Smells and noise could overwhelm the soul of any passerby. The wolf pack had been evenly distributed to guard the city in all ways, but their presence was so subtle, not even the citizens knew. A small group of them had been kept inside the palace to serve as waiters when the night came. Suits of black and white satin had been crafted, especially for them.

In reality, this ball wasn't about names or peachicks at all. It was a deviously planned demonstration of power and wealth. Upstairs, on the fifth floor, Lady Fei was supervising the writing of many invitations, all to be sent to powerful Lords and Ladies of China; Anhui Han of Xinjiang, a snow leopard whose wealth was well-known throughout the land, Olo Sanxhi of Tibet and Nepal, a notorious dictator whose cruelty went so far as to shave his fellow species to produce and sell wool, Lord Yingjun the green peacock with his twenty wives, whose fondness of parties was commonly known and ruled the most primitive region -Burma, Hung Du, who unlike his name was a calm and sensitive tiger ruling Vietnam and Lord Buddhimana, a blue peacock who was less famous than his wife, Lady Anemone, whose beauty set fire to many males' dreams.

Despite their small empires and wealth, all the above leaders shared one common fact; they all had a witness. Fei's father, Lord Yun, had studied these weaknesses for years. Xingfu exported and imported all kinds of goods and Yun had exploited this to enhance his power by triggering merchandize with distant provinces of China. So Fei had learned from her father about all those weaknesses, all the stories and legends, all the hoaxes and rumors about them. Fei knew how Lord Yingjun loved drinking and would easily give answers when plastered.

She knew how Buddhimana loved his wife more than anything else and would do anything to keep her with him.

She knew how Anhui Han adored his money and would count his whole fortune twice every day. She knew how Hung Du had never learned Kung Fu and was as vulnerable as her baby daughter. And she knew how Olo Sanxhi feared the suppressed anger of the animals he ruled, for one revolution would send him to his grave.

All in all, she wasn't afraid of them. This ball had been her idea, because she wanted Shen's enemies to see and understand how powerful he was, and how much he was yet to posses. But deep inside she hated the hypocrisy, she hated faking and having to pretend she's someone other than herself. A throne demands sacrifices...

Kim showed up behind the door, tears still pouring down her swollen eyes. She was holding Fei's daughter in arms. The peahen withdrew her stair from the countless scripts and raised a brow.

"What's wrong?" she asked, kind of affectionately.

"Personal," Kim said nearing her mistress and handing her the female peachick. Fei threw a glance full of love at her young daughter, who leaned against her mother's wing and stuffed a wingtip in her small beak, biting on it.

"That worthless wolf again?" the peahen said, her eyes searching for the other chick. "Where's my son?"

"The young Prince is with his father," Fei's heart fluttered at the thought of Shen giving some fatherly attention to the chick, "And Lang is on patrol. Again."

"Well, he's just busy," the peahen shrugged, rocking her smiling daughter back and forth.

"No he's not!" Kim paced around the room nervously. "When I saw him at the kitchen this morning...and he saw me too...he just turned around and left! Ignoring me!" The vixen wept another tear. "Why, Fei? What did I do wrong?"

The peahen threw a dismissive glare at the secretaries behind her. She felt uncomfortable when her friendly-like relationship to the maid was exposed to others.

"Well, to begin with, you fell for him."

The fox blew out some stiff air, her eyes going wet again.

"You won't help me, will you?"

Though I'd relax the tension with some love story stuff... Not my kind of thing but KimXWolf Boss works out in those cases. Anyway, I'm going to make this EXTRA interesting by adding a little poll for you guys:

My question is:

Should Kim and Lang the Wolf Boss stay together, or break up?

If most reviews, comments, messages are positive I'll keep them together but if not...

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