Disclaimer: Mulan, unfortunately, is not mine. The actual poem was written many years ago and then Disney had the idea to make it into a movie. In other words, i'm out of luck.

Ping uneasily made his way through camp. Ling, Yao and Chien-Po were still angry with him. At any moment, they could burst out of the shadows and beat him up.

At that moment, only one pair of eyes was watching him. Ling, the tall, scrawny soldier that was more strategic (and egotistic!) than the other two was watching. As soon as Ping got in front of Ling's tent…BAM! He would think the sky had fallen on his head. 10 feet…9 feet…

"Your unsuited for

The rage of war…"

Oh gods, it was Captain Li Shang, breaking out into song again. He had been doing it a lot. Ling did it occasionally too, but it was a bit much to do it while they were training. Keeping your morale up; yes, but when you were trying to aim a cannon the right way, it was a bit annoying. Anyway, it looked like Ping was about to be let go. Yep, there it was:

"So pack up

Go home

You're through…"

Short, but sweet. Shang went off, presumably to his tent for the night. Ping's face fell, looking completely and utterly depressed. Ling felt sorry for him, then he remembered all the stupid, annoying things the boy did, and that first night. Picking up every single grain of rice in the camp was not fun, and they had still had had to report early for training the next morning. All sympathy for the young soldier faded.

What was Ping doing now? Ah, looking at the arrow at the top of the pole. Ha, he'd never be able to get it. Even Chien-Po and Yao hadn't been able to. Look, he was tying the weights onto his hands. Climbing…and falling. He tried this several times. Then, he started changing how he climbed, little by little. Ling started to admire Ping's determination.

Finally, just before dawn, Ping tangled the weights together and started using "Strength and Honor" to help, not hinder, his way up. It was fascinating to watch, slide and pull, and slide and pull, over and over again. People started coming out of their tents to meet the new day and were greeted with the sight of Ping, slim and sweating, doing what none of them had managed to do. As Shang emerged from his tent, Ping threw the arrow at his commanding officer's feet. The dawn light caught him, a slim, small figure, quite feminine, with dark, shiny hair and deep brown, intelligent eyes. Ping looked almost…pretty. Ling shook his head. No, he couldn't think of a comrade like that, a man. He blinked, smiled and continued cheering with his friends.

Soooo... what did you think? I know it's not the best, but im quite proud of it. Any suggestions will be wecome. Reviewing is good! Until next time, i remain...Rapunzelstiltskin !! (its a bunny)