Sakura petals floated around the air as the cherry blossoms would sway in the peaceful wind. A small stream with a waterfly would flow fish swimming along the current. One lone figure was standing on the rocks in the flowing stream standing on one leg the arms flowing like a dance. The figures's movements were firm yet flexible, disciplined but relaxed, focused yet calm. With orange fur with black stripes flowing in the wind, scars were visible along the chest and abdominal. The only clothing worn was black trouser like robes covering his legs. Red cloth also was around his waist a golden artifact with a symbol on it attached like a belt with three golden rings connected to it swaying in the wind. Looking closer, a red cloth was tied around the eyes the back end of it tied behind the head the ends long and flowing in the wind.

Lee Sin. The Blind Monk. A master of many styles. A Tiger.

Once a fighter in another world has now come to find peace and away from all the combat in his previous years. All the death and fighting. In finding a cave created to be a makeshift home and this stream to meditate and practice, he felt at peace with almost no one ever visiting him.

Almost.

He did get the occasional lost traveler who he directed to civilization but never any trouble. But today was a special day for this tiger warrior. Lee Sin would step off the rocks and then turn his head hearing a loud boom to his left. He heard the snapping and creaking as cherry blossoms fell from whatever or whoever impacting the ground.

Lee Sin focused and moved toward the noise avoiding all the trees utilizing his '6th sense' that he gained which allowed him to 'see' without eyes. Arriving at the crash sight and sliding down the crater, he sniffed and recoiled slightly smelling burned fur and skin. Feeling around sensing a life form, he felt the neck and when feeling a pulse, pulled the unknown animal out of the crater and walking back to his cave. Setting the animal down, Lee Sin would crush herbs that his friends have taught to do. Lee sighed in sadness remembering his old friends in the previous world. The smile of the old man embedded in his mind before he went blind. Applying the salve to the burns and wounds, he would then wash away the dirt using water wrapping cloth as makeshift bandages. The tiger would sit and then would go back to the rock now sitting with his legs crossed his arms on his knees as he would meditate waiting for the stranger to awaken.

Tai Lung slowly woke up holding his head. He hissed in pain and looked at his arms confused finding them wrapped in bandages and also finding himself in a cave. Looking around while weakly sitting up, he saw that there were all types of herbs, a bed made of grass, and a small table made of a tree trunk with 3 stumps to be used as chairs. A small stove was located against the wall the smoke exhaust trailing out through the ceiling. Tai Lung sighed in relief realizing he wasn't dead.

Yes...Tai Lung. The snow leopard and master of the leopard style. Who had broken from prison to seek revenge on the Jade Palace intent on taking the dragon scroll to become the warrior he was so denied. After the dragon warrior, Po the panda, stopped him with a wushi finger hold, Tai Lung remembered flying through the air and landing within a grove of cherry blossoms before everything went dark. He was sure he had died but looks like fate had other plans.

Tai Lung tightened his fist thinking about his defeat.

"That damned panda. I was supposed to be the dragon warrior!" Tai Lung hissed out of frustration.

"You are conflicted? A feeling of despair, loss, and jealousy."

Tai Lung turned around quickly standing up in a defensive position staring at the tiger in front of him.

"Did you…" Tai Lung started.

"Yes. I helped patch your wounds. You may stay here as long as you like and then you can continue to a village just south of here."

Tai Lung was confused.

"I am Tai Lung...You do know of my reputation."

The tiger tilted his head as the leopard internally smacked himself realizing the tiger was blind and he could of just lied.

"Tai Lung….Tai Lung….Never heard of your name. Please tell me if you are willing." Lee Sin would say walking over and sitting at a stump.

"Come. Tell me your story if you wish. I sense conflict in your heart"

Tai Lung slowly limped over and sat down across from the blind tiger slightly creeped out the tiger staring into him.

"Well...I was..I was born an orphan….My..F-..." Tai Lung stammered out as he put his hands to his face in shame having a clear mind now.

"My father...was Shifu...He was not my father by blood but he trained me. I picked up very quickly. Shifu told me over and over that I was destined to be a dragon warrior. The best fighter in the Valley of Peace. The one to protect it. Fueled by it, I trained harder mastering many styles of fighting. I was fueled with power and pride that I never realized that my heart was growing dark... until…"

Tai Lung sighed loudly reliving the memories.

*Flashback.*

Tai Lung stared with disbelief as the old turtle shook his head.

"Power...I sense in you Tai Lung but there is darkness within your heart that needs to be changed. I am sorry Shifu...but he is not the Dragon Warrior the legends tell us about."

Tai Lung looked downwards in disappointment. He gripped his fist tears threatening to fall from his eyes as he looked to his father for support. For any words of objection. Anything!

The snow leopard could just stare in shock as Shifu would say nothing.

Sadness.

Turned to Anger.

Tai Lung, consumed by frustration and betrayal, got up and and ran out of the palace and laid waste to the valley. The buildings and guards never stood a chance to his superior fighting skills. Utilizing chi, he burned buildings, took out civilians, and laid destruction across the land.

When he ran back towards the palace intent of stealing the scroll, he saw his father waiting a disappointed look on his face.

"Father! YOU SAID IT WAS ME! YOU SAID IT WAS MY PURPOSE!" Tai Lung yelled out.

Shifu stared at his son's eyes filled with rage and anger but looking closer he saw….

Sadness.

Shifu raised his palms and shook his head.

"I thought so too. But Master Oogway saw darkness in your heart and look at what you've done to the valley!"

Tai Lung turned around and saw villagers trying to put out fires and others trying to nurse others who were knocked out by his fury.

It Didn't Matter. He Was Supposed To Be The Chosen One.

Tai Lung raised his fists and snarled.

"THEY ARE JUST IN MY WAY"

The two clashed in a furious battle. Father and Son.

The battle too them back to the palace where Shifu saw an opening to end the battle but when looking at Tai Lung, hw saw when his son was just a small innocent cub just wanting to impress him.

Tai Lung saw his father stall and then spun around delivering a kick sending the red panda flying away towards the back where the scroll was and where the old turtle was standing holding his walking stick.

Tai Lung smirked feeling the surge of power to beat his master. To beat his father. He felt a twinge of regret and sadness but shook it off getting on all fours intent on stealing the scroll.

As he leaped forward, the turtle in abnormal speed jumped and stopped him using the stick delivering multiple pressure points to the snow leopard chest and stomach blocking off chi.

Tai Lung fell on his stomach unmoving paralyzed by the attack. He could only feel someone holding his arm and then heard sobbing. Tai Lung felt a tear roll down his eye realizing the mistake he made. He let his greed and lust for power cloud his vision and ideal. He attacked the village, he destroyed the buildings, but worst of all. He attacked the red panda who took him in and taught him.

Flashback end.

"And that's how I ended up in prison. The most secure prison in the mountain. For years I stayed feelings sorrow. But it turned into anger and fury as I thought about how my father let me stay in that damned place. I broke out and tried to steal the scroll again. I defeated the furious five and my master again, but was stopped by a panda by the name of Po. He was the true dragon warrior and performed the wushi finger hold sending me flying to….here."

Lee Sin would nod slowly.

"I see….You are not the first to be overcome with greed and power. Many have done the same as you Tai Lung. But...the important part is that you feel remorse. Are you willing to fix your actions. Your father...as I can tell still loves you but cannot see you as his son because."

Lee Sin would stand up.

"His son died when he turned against the valley."

Tai Lung stared dejected at the table tears threatening to fall. He remembered Shifu raising him. He remembered when he taught him how to fight. He remembered when Shifu took him to the festival. He remembered everything.

"What have I done." Tai Lung choked out tears slowly falling.

"You made a mistake. The Tai Lung you once were has died but….he can come back through your effort." Lee Sin would say lighting the fire using his 'chi' putting a kettle on the stove.

"What do you mean?" Tai Lung would ask looking up wiping away the tears.

"You...If you want...Can learn under me. I teach you ways of peace and combat. It will help you recognize your mistakes and maybe someday let you go back to your father and rekindle your relationship. Like the Will Of The Fire"

"Will Of The Fire?" Tai Lung worded out confused.

Lee nodded facing towards Tai Lung.

"It is inside of you. The fire burned brightly in you as a cub but when you were denied, it was extinguished. Now you must rekindle the fire to maintain peace within yourself."

Lee Sin would sit back down.

"Fire may be seen as anger. But it is also rebirth, passion, and the love you put in. It just depends how you perform it."

Tai Lung would let those words sink as he winced moving his arm.

"But why would you want to teach me? I am a criminal...I've caused so much destruction" Tai Lung would say.

Lee turned around. "You remind me of someone who was just like you. "

"Sleep. I shall wait for you to become well again. As soon as you are ready. I shall teach you." Lee Sin finished.

The snow leopard would nod limping back to his spot but was surprised when Lee Sin appeared in front of him startling him as he tripped falling over but before he impacted the ground, he felt arms catching him.

"Sorry. Please sleep in my bed. I need to meditate anyways."

Tai Lung couldn't refuse as he was carried, to his embarrassment, to the bed where he was gently put down to rest. Sleep came over and soon the gently snoring was the indication of the slumber.