Hello everyone! GrayZeppelin here, and thank you for coming up and checking out my newest book of all the challenges I must do! The Mightiest Warrior sequel after the first novel A New Prophecy!

It's a redemption/friendship/horror fic to focus on not only your favorite villain, who is your soulmate, but the other two will join up in the game. I like to have all three in this book!

This book is challenging to gather all three supervillains (although all dead in the canon trilogy) to unite with Jade Palace masters and my OCs! But in fanfiction, we want three of them alive, right?! So let's get to chapter one and have fun!

*I don't own Kung Fu Panda. Fiction characters, places like Gongmen City and the Valley of Peace, and lore stories belong to DreamWorks Animation. All of my original characters, Chinese lore references, dynasties, and similar locations are my work for enjoyment.*

To my grandmother, Rosalba, who raises me to be a respective nieto(grandson) and part of the family. And my cousins, Jackie and Rebecca, as my sisters, we grew each other for encouragement and love.

I: A Visitor (1 - 10)

II: Eyes of Hate (11 - 26)

III: Deng Wa (27 - )

Kung Fu Panda: The Trinity

THE MIGHTIEST WARRIORS, BOOK TWO

Volume I: A Visitor

Chapter I

The Birthday

August 21, 1210

Her body went a sudden jolt. Her fur was absorbed with sweat and dripped on the bamboo bed and light brown sheet. She had another dream again, breathing heavily and inaudibly when widening at the shoji ceiling. Tigress shut her amber eyes, giving cold breaths in her warm throat; her long sigh relieved the feline well. Bending forward, Tigress looked around her shoji room painted with deep ocean and light blossoms as if the morning was yet climbing slowly from the eastern horizon. Why was she waking up again before the Masters of Jade Palace? What caused her to vision the trance that horrified Tigress after the tragic battle of Gongmen City?

She stroked her soft and fluffy neck, previously sore from the Prince of Darkness, who was returned from the Desolation of Qing Temple. China had changed. Many, including her, experienced the wrath of Prince Huoju's inevitable war: tyranny, ambition, fear. He raided China's essential sanctuary in East China, where peafowls originated the prosperous city, made fireworks as their creation of colorful sparks to them, and deadly weapons to the albino himself.

Opening the shoji door after dressing her red sleeveless vest and black pants without disturbing, Tigress wandered out of her room and checked the shoji passage to her sides. The corridor made sleepy noises — serene melodies of snores impacted her ears. Only the loudest one in the Student Barrack was her closest friend. Her best friend, the black and white bear, and smaragdine eyes. Of course, the panda always had that booming snore! Not one or any of the Five could hear him in half sleep and deep trance! Once pulling her smirk with a hum, Tigress approached the front shoji room and slightly opened a gap.

Her mind sparkled like a light bulb inside of her forehead as if the Dragon Warrior and Furious Five were not alone; Tigress ambled toward the next shoji room beside Po's room. The space behind the door had not harmonized like no other warriors' sleepy noises. She pulled the handle to the right, peeking at whoever perched on the bamboo bed itself.

It was white — a pale white figure with red and black train and crests in a long white garment. Lined gray silk, you adore soft and comfortable dressing your clothes on. Watery trim sleeve edges. And pale phoenix bird behind his robe. The albino sat on the bed, feathers bond on both sides of his body, his eyes peacefully shut; Tigress could notice this peacock comforted in his sleep. She hated him living here — not even the pandas nor Masters of Jade Palace (except Po).

Why letting the peacock occupy Jade Palace, the former tyrant who almost murdered her friend in the fireworks factory? The Emperor of China decided Lord Shen to seek his clemency. Huangdi vowed Shen's parents' will letter to pardon their son's pandemonium crime and inherit Prince Dongji (Lord Feng and Lady Muqin's grandson) as the Lord of Gongmen. The panda craved the idea that having Shen by Po's side was to enter the light and find the path to inner peace. Peace was Shen's crucial role; even he had not seen the light during his exile and dark times.

For the Emperor's order: Let Lord Shen occupy with the Dragon Warrior in Jade Palace. Despite his crime after being pardoned, the former Lord of Gongmen could meet his son and wife at Gongmen City in either a month with three weeks to see his family in the Tower of the Holy Flame (rebuilt and renamed after Sacred Flame).

The feline went over to the Barrack's dining room, kindling the jade candle in the middle of the mahogany table. Tigress started a small fire underneath the metal grill and placed a black teapot after filling up the water. She gathered plenty of white bags of chopped leaves. Putting five teabags when the water quietly boiled, Tigress let the fire die out and poured the tea on her pale mug with cobalt flowers.

"Tigress?" a bright tone called the student behind from the pathway in a stunning moment.

She recognized her master's voice. Unexpectedly hearing, Tigress swiveled. A red panda with blue eyes in a brown robe and jade shawl arrived. "You woke early," Shifu figured with a soft smirk.

Tigress bowed, and Shifu returned his particular manner. "Master. It happened again. Another nightmare," she told her master.

"Let us walk. Bring a tea with you," Shifu offered the mug and the teapot.

They strolled out of the Student Barrack and into the path road they found. Grasses were silk, and brown dirt brushed against their hardened feet. Yards later, Shifu and Tigress inclined the sloping cliff, brought their smile as if their eyes never miss this natural tree where their tortoise grandmaster planted it. Shortly, they sat ahead in between the ridge and Sacred Peace tree, sipping their green tea. Their hot tea sunk through their throats, both warriors hummed in calmness as nature whispered from the sun singing and soaring out of the horizon.

Shifu and Tigress used sitting in silence before and after training, and now two months after Huoju's wrath in Gongmen City. Despite her knowing the red panda for many years, she became not only the weapon but trained harder along with the four of Furious Five members, even the Dragon Warrior.

The red panda master chuckled to her. "You used to come here many times after your discipline training. During weekends, you meditate with Po."

Shifu smirked at her adoptive daughter. Tigress continued watching the morning sun that kissed its cherry and dawn lights at green sceneries and tall mountains. "What troubles you, Tigress?" Shifu asked.

"My dream has started since after the Gongmen Battle, Shifu," her eyes met the reflection of her tea, watching her figure of stripes and the crown. "I felt bizarre. The trance struck me about three times, three times I had to glimpse what I just saw, questioning myself about me who I met two before."

The red panda buzzed his throat from sipping and swallowing his hot, green tea. "What was the dream of yours look like?" Shifu asked.

She took the time of her concentration, only shutting her ambers could focus on describing. It was rare to recall what you encounter in your dream and witness what you experienced in the situation before awakening in reality.

"There were two forms wore yellow garments and hooded cloaks. They walked ahead of the front wooden door and dropped their child they held," Tigress clarified after sipping her tea. "I know the face of myself — the infant I once was. I could not explain what surroundings felt wet cold on my back and around my head—" she glanced at her master's heaven eyes. Tigress's lips pressed gently. "—Something that the memory absorbs and returns where I could see my parents, I never recognize them. After the woman's grief who held her paw and the other stroked my cheek—"

Her eyes stung a little from the glimpse of fire and dawn ahead of Tigress. Shutting her ambers, Tigress immediately looked at her memory harder. "That Ox warlord with four arms, giant horns, red eyes, and a battle scar from the Spirit Realm strangled me. The one who attacked the stadium and raided Gongmen City with his army, he visioned a fate where I could have burnt alive in front of him."

In horror, the red panda watched his adoptive daughter within the bubble next to her nephew Xing and the Prince of Darkness. "Something from his hoof struck the ash, and inside me prevented burning alive," Tigress proceeded, conceivable as she still felt the lock on Huoju's hoof clench on her neck as always in pain. "Once snapping his finger, I woke."

"The monster is gone now, Tigress. Your dreams have the essentials from the first, and the other is a nightmare," Shifu said, actively calm. He met his student's honey eyes crumble to embers. "Whether your parents are alive or not, they want you to continue your life forward without looking back. You know it's true. However, their lives have gone into a terrible place, and dreadful concerns, both your mother and father wanted you to occupy a better life instead. For now, you have your nephew Xing and your aunt Ming. They are your family."

Memories were important for many experiences you ventured; only records are misery, love, anger, and happiness. The caretakers found the infant child, which lied in front of the door. There was no note on the sides of the pathway (or their child). Neither the tiger parents ever sighted in the presence ahead of the caretakers. The only questions that kept him swimming in his head for annuals were unforgiving: What are her parents? Who were they? And why did they leave their daughter to Bao Gu Orphanage?

Following the masters' advice, Tigress nodded before her lips pressed against the edge of the mug, sipping the cup. "Other things puzzle me, Master," Shifu's ears flipped up from Tigress's concerned voice. "Why is the Dragon Warrior teaching inner peace to that peacock who raided the panda village?"

"Po had chosen Shen to manifest his forgiveness. The Emperor's call was not able to exile former Lord of Gongmen, but to pardon his crime and occupy here with Po," the red panda master pointed in reasonable. "Not all the masters like us have to agree to Huangdi's unanimous decision. He and Shen were once closest friends when I discovered the Emperor who spoke to me in the Kung Fu Council. The only unanimous call was Shen's parents; they wrote their final words to promise Huangdi."

"Promise for what, Master?" she asked him monotonously.

"To let Lord Shen live."

Deep inside her, the fire had warmed her heart. Still, on the outside, Tigress masked her aggression from going defiant and unreasonable. Perhaps, the only change was to see the peafowl progressing and where his personality could go. A second thought made Tigress concerned more. "About my brother living here. What about Tai Lung?" she inquired, considering. "Can you redeem him from himself doing the next terrible thing he will turn back on us, Master?"

The red panda master's lips held back from Tigress's big question. Interestingly, however, his second student peered him close for a moment. "You concern him," she noticed.

I do, Tigress. We both know Tai Lung can do anything trickster. He is my son - I cannot control him.

Eying on Tigress's amber eyes from the dawn's cherry light, the red panda went on. "I made him a weapon where his success was to protect the Valley of Peace and all of China after training twenty years for him to become the Dragon Warrior," he explained, placing his tea and small plate ahead of his rug after sipping. "Oogway sought my son's heart, perceiving Tai Lung's destiny that wherever my student went on the wrong path, and my old master prevented his entitlement reasonably."

She reflected. Tai might do the same thing if necessary. If he genuinely seeks his forgiveness, I only have to trust Po, who can also change him with Shen.

Their lips were held, surveying the beautiful horizon as the morning was hard to miss. "What shall we do now, Master?" she asked him. "While you are retiring, can one of the Five or Po teach Tai Lung?"

"Po watches Lord Shen. None of the Five will, but…."

This word "But" was the only suspicious concern, thinking of the conversations that depend on how things may or may not turn out. But what? Tigress suspiciously thought. Rising from the Peach Tree behind him, Shifu approached and held his paw toward her's.

"You can," he told her. "After many years for you to train and become the next triumph, thanks to Oogway's vision of Po, you can educate your brother. Show him about the prevention of war and love."

Tigress opened her lips. Shaking her head in disagreeable, Shifu's daughter froze her back as if she thought to reject, but the master gazed at Tigress's amber eyes. "It is the only way. He and I are emotional when Tai Lung sought my eyes and humiliated himself."

Tai lives here for almost two months after Huoju's defeat, and I know his tricker move. Every movement I see his arms and legs, he could attack the palace. Attack my friends and me. Attack Shifu and Po. I wanted to disagree. Shifu is my master, and I have to do his side without any objection.

Without further ado to reject, Tigress slowly bent her head, and eyes closed at once.

Moments passed on for both Tigress and Shifu strolling toward the Masters Garden. Ahead, Tigress glanced at her reptile grandmaster, who smirked at the whole garden and palace; a life of plants and flowers grew across the trees and grasses. Monuments stood on both sides as every famous master looked directly into their eyes.

"As for this lovely day, Tigress," Shifu beamed, clasping both paws ahead of his belly. "It is the Dragon Warrior's birthday today."

The gong bell struck its morning bell. The morning had no longer been painted with roses in the sky. Now sketched with cheese and tangerine touching on the land of prospering village, including the greenish mountains. "WHOOOOOO!" A cheerful echo from the Student Barrack turned Tigress and Shifu. Both masters chuckled.

"You are not the only one hearing his excitement," Tigress grinned, paws clasping behind her back.

"Po had done that for thirteen times, every year and one excitement," he nodded, looking back at Tigress. "We have the training to do. Around afternoon through midnight, we celebrate Po."

Strolling forward on the stone stairs, Shifu rose his ears from Tigress's voice. "Father."

The red panda missed and sometimes called father, once in Tigress's young age before and after training. He rotated and clasped his paws. "Yes?" Shifu grinned.

"I could not remember which day was when I was born," she stated, striding forward in five steps. "Many of you know your birthdays—" Tigress hesitated; her head sunk and eyes met the stones, " — I do not know mine."

Shifu's eyes dazzled before approaching Tigress. "I do."

Her eyes rose. "You do?" she asked lightly.

"When you came out and walked with me to Jade Palace. Thirty years," Shifu delighted. "It's on this day." She could hear his silvery chuckle — it was good to hear his laugh as Tigress sometimes heard him chuckling. To him, reminding the young cub how she began as a little girl who most of the caretakers called her a monster, anger was unfortunate — controlling her mind was one thing, as the other, her physical was divine.

Tigress returned her curling lips as she bent her knee toward Shifu. "Happy birthday, Tigress," the red panda blessed her, folding both arms around Tigress's neck. "My lovely daughter."

She returned a hug to him.

The prosperous village of the Valley of Peace was dazzled by the horizon of morning light of a pale yellow. Many people grew their strengths and woke from their serenity dreams and roaming across the streets and alleyways. This heart of the home where villagers occupied rebuilt their houses and apartments, just as after their ambush presence two months before the Prince of Darkness's defeat in Gongmen City.

Needless to the elder goose cooking people's preference for ramen pasta noodles, Mr. Ping's adoptive son devoured one hundred dumplings. Especially this "secret ingredient" soup, as the Dragon Warrior drank and sipped fats of the pasta, he could not ignore the bright, juicy flavor that melted your tongue. His whole head flattened with his two massive arms on the table, as if more bowls were placed on one side toward his right.

The panda's stomach growled. "That felt good," Po sighed. "My paws hungered for justice."

"Justice?" the elder voice grew his voice ahead of the panda. "What kind of the panda who nearly devoured a hundred dumplings and titled the word 'justice'?"

"That's the inquiry, buddy," Po grinned, rising his big head and glimmering with smaragdine eyes. He scanned the eyes of a pale white bird with a red train, and crimson eyes bent his whole head confusingly. "You gotta make some sense of humor!"

"I am humorless," Shen spoke, sipping a noodle with the wooden spoon on his beak. "You and your companions have — childish minds as I do not. Especially this — room of yours, you never stop talking about it."

The panda's jade eyes blazed. "Ha!"

"Is there a word from my son?" Lord Shen asked, sipping his mug. Hot green tea soothed his throat.

"I wrote my letter about four days ago, Shen," Po answered. "Lao should receive it, and his letter will deliver here today."

"Oh, Po!" The elder goose echoed his adoptive son behind Po.

"Yeah, Dad?"

"Here are the rest of your birthday wishes from all of China!" the old goose heaved the mail cart beside his adoptive son. The brown bag had wrapped with red strings. "Here, Master Ox wishes you a beautiful present. He gives you this."

The panda pulled the ribbon - the brown bag spread its sides. The garment had matched the exact intricate details, reminding the panda, and many masters sought the legendary kung fu master. Master Thundering Rhino dressed in a council robe: white robe with a gold waistband, long gray coat with black trim, yellow ocean, and flared-up shoulders.

"That looks like Master Thundering Rhino's counsel robes!" Po gasped wondrously, maintaining his fine new robes. "That looks awesome! I gotta try it on tonight!"

"Master Ox discerns you are Master Rhino's fan." Lord Shen bent his left eye, nodding. Like the look he glanced at the robes, his eyes slowly glanced — the glimpse of Thundering Rhino who heaved his cloud hammer with a defensive stance, the spark, and a cannon boomed in front of Shen. Memories still followed within his head; the rest of the painful memories grew repetitive, which anyone was daring to step ahead of the peacock.

"Here, my precious customer! You want some more noodles?"

Lord Shen quickly shook from the distraction. The question was no interruption, but the goose politely and adequately asked the former Lord of Gongmen. "No need, Mr. Ping," the peacock smirked at the old goose beside him, manifesting his feathers press on his belly. "My appetite improves. Thank you."

"Dad, have you seen Dad?" Po inquired his goose father, nicely folding his council robes before wrapping a brown cover in it and handed to his father's crate.

"Li is still harvesting crops, son," he replied, brushing his son's silky, black fur. "He'll return around dusk."

As Mr. Ping moved on when pushing the cooking crate and gathering plates, somewhere behind Po flipped the wings. Both Shen and Po glanced where the landing and sigh came from the Noodle Restaurant entrance, and the gray goose in cobalt robe entered. "Whoa! You must be the Nine's Messenger!" Po got up from the wooden, lengthy chair. "Good morning, Kong!"

"Good morning, Dragon Warrior and Lord Shen," The Nine's Messenger Kong greeted. He dug into his small bag and handed a scroll with The Nine emblem of water. "This letter is from the Nine's Leader."

"Great!" Po smiled, his fingers locking the scroll as he pulled the dried wax pin. "Looks like Xing handled the Weeping River attack with his friends last week. Remember Shifu told us about that place where the Five went there before, Shen?"

"I have."

"The Nine handled the buffalo clans that they nearly killed the villagers, and—"

Po's eyes caught peering, stopping in the middle of the paragraphs. "What is it, panda?" Shen rose his silky, black eyebrows.

The panda stretched his head toward Xing's script. For a few seconds, his green eyes brightened. "Oh, I see his point."

The former Lord of Gongmen sipped another round of green tea. "Something unusual?" he inquired interestingly.

"My buddy questions what he used his raw ability of White Dragon in him," Po noted the peacock, rolling the envelope. "He needs help to discover this… frightening power. It protects him from harm, even for those who attack Xing."

"Your chi concludes enemies, panda," Shen informed the panda, standing and tucking his feathers in long, silk sleeves. "This 'white dragon' kills bandits and Huoju's forces. Do you propose disciplining Xing's ability, even if the power inside him denies controlling itself?"

The panda reached out his yuans and lay them next to Shen's empty bowl and a wooden cup. "I can help Xing," the panda said. "As soon as I can fight him a little, Shifu and I must interrogate how white dragon awakes and protects him."

Both Shen and Po strolled out of the Noodle Restaurant, the sun beaming among the heavens. The Nine's Messenger followed beside the panda. "Xing might have born into something brilliant and dangerous that someone or something became pure as the fifth Mightiest Warrior. If this Goddess created the earth, fire, wood, and water elements while Oogway forged his light, has she ever made this metal element? Like the white dragon that can demolish dark forces?"

"Good questions," Po shrugged; he, Shen, and Kong arrived at the pavement bridge. "Whoever placed the awesomeness ability in Xing's body, it should be something cool that can help with Mightiest Warriors to hunt evil armies and salvage China. The weird thing is that Xing can sense my feelings, even yours truly. You'll see why."

The peacock brushed his beak above his neck. "I wonder…" Shen pondered.

"Okay, Kong. I'll write Xing back right now. The Kung Fu training is still on a schedule."

"No need to rush, Dragon Warrior," the Nine's Messenger gestured. "Patience is the key."

You are right. Shen thought of Kong's actual words. For a moment, they passed through the light brown pavement road, the villagers waving and crying elsewhere; they cheered the Dragon Warrior's birthday, including the presence of the People's Hero. Panda villagers giggled in front of the three, the cubs chasing other children they tagged and naively laughed.

Strolling close to the stairway, Lord Shen glanced at the pandiva clans, their fans covered in half as only their eyes dazzled. One of the pandiva clans did not.

As the ladies commemorated the Dragon Warrior's presence, the panda in deep pink and red robes and blue sash waist gave her a slight grin to Po. As the other beside Po, her smirk had faded when eying at this warlord monster who murdered pandas everyone knew.

Author's Notes:

I do not know what Tigress's age is, but I can put around Po's age to be sure. If not, remind me in the reviews or PM to correct me, and I will handle some mistakes. To make things clear: This chapter starts to gain Po and Shen's conversation, as Tigress and Shifu concern our clouded leopard buddy. We all love the panda and peacock's friendship.

Forgive me when Kai and Tai Lung are not around but don't you worry! You will know soon enough in future chapters, including our badass one-eyed wolf friend, to focus on my boy Xing. See you in the next!

Your feedback is always welcomed. Something to bring out ideas and help Gray with writing suggestions as most volumes are planned and coordinated.

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