This is the 2nd chapter. it is short i know but was all i could write up quickly. hope it answers some questions... this is where the bit from mulan2 comes in slightly!
Disclaimer: i still own no one although i might bring ina hun or two...
"Ping!" The battle was over. The Chinese had killed the few Huns who hadn't gone over the side. The half of the army Shan-Yu had sent to look for them had come back and found the Chinese army waiting. Most had begged for mercy. The Chinese took prisoners, and Yao was enjoying asking one Hun, who was Shan-Yu's second in command, questions. Well, if by asking questions he meant prodding him with a sword in several areas until he confessed.
Shang was still staring down the ruins of the cliff and calling for Ping. What was it he was going to tell him on the ledge? Perhaps it was what Shang had always felt was different about Ping. And Shang had just blown it… For some reason, Shang felt as if he had lost his father once again.
"Captain?" Ling approached Shang nervously and pulled him out of his thoughts. "We are ready to leave for the Palace now. A messenger has ridden here and told us the emperor wants to see us." Ling looked at the captain and then asked the question Shang was dreading. "What's wrong sir? If you don't mind me asking." He had obviously not heard Shang calling Pings' name desperately down the cliff, nor missed the brave comrade.
"Ping. He's… gone." Shang said the dreaded words after a long silent pause. Ling's thin face turned pale at the words and his high voice squeaked.
"What! No captain he's here!" He looked around him. "Ping! Ping! PING!" Ling stared at Ping's horse. It was looking down the cliff sadly. Shang looked at the soldier and saw on Ling's face the grief he felt. Shang looked down quickly, to hide the coming tears. Suddenly a fluttering object caught his eye. It was on the ledge, but in a small hole. Shang bent down to reach it and he picked it up.
It was a green piece of cloth, very similar to Ping's training clothes. But there was something wrapped in it. A hair comb with a blossom on it. Strange. (a/n the blossom comb! I hope you've all realised) Shang had a feeling though. He knew it belonged, no had belonged, to Ping. He had found one thing that he somehow knew belonged to his friend. He looked up at Khan, before walking over to him. Shang knew it was stupid, but Ping's horse would know. Khan sniffed the comb and gave a loud neigh before suddenly cantering off.
"Stop him!" The shout echoed over the snow but Khan was too far away and too quick for the men to catch. Shang sighed. They had lost the last remains of the man who had saved their lives. Then he remembered what Ping had always done. Thinking of others before himself. He had been so selfless. Shang would not risk the lives of all these brave men, because of his own feelings. Ping was gone.
"Men, we should go. It's going to get dark soon and we want to be out of these mountains before we set up camp." These was a hustle as the men got ready and very quickly, they were ready and walking. The news of Ping had spread though, so they were not walking with the happiness of men who had just defeated the Huns, but as miserable as if they had just lost.
The river was tinted slightly red around her. Her head felt weak, and the sights of the mountains were very blurred. She groaned. She was aching everywhere. What had happened? She looked down at her body. There was blood on her arms and legs. Mulan was in her training clothes which was intact and had not ripped. But her binding on her chest had. She placed her arms over there as quick as she could in this state and looked around. The guys hadn't seen her. They weren't near her...
Mulan suddenly remembered falling a long way. Shang's face was above her. She got up slowly. They had beaten the Huns! The happy thought came back to her. Then she remembered Shan-Yu pulling her down. She looked at her ankle. It was bruised slightly! 'He must have pulled harder than I thought,' thought Mulan. She checked her body for other cuts and bruises.
When she finished she was quite astonished. She certainly had more bruises than she'd ever had and the cuts were plentiful although mostly small. She did have a very sore one on her right leg. She tied some cloth around it tightly. Still, she was alive! That was good. Mulan looked around. She was alone on a bank by a river. How she was going to get out of here she did not know. An excited though tired horse neighed. She turned. It was Khan!
After Khan had pulled her up onto his back, as she was too weak to do this, she started talking to him.
"Good thing the gang can't see me now, huh? I know what they'd say about the chest." She said in a joky voice, really missing them a lot. They rode on, following the river and Mulan talking to Khan quietly when the suddenly saw a sight Mulan hoped she hallucinated. She hid behind a rock, peeking out.
Shan-Yu and five other huge Huns had risen from the river and were walking, no running, determinedly to the Imperial Palace.
What dya think? Sounding spooky? You can probably guess whats going to happen next though... its a bit obvious (specially if you've seen the film) Anyway! Should update soon although cannot promise any long and wonderfully explained chapters. Review if thou wants to. It would be nice though...