PROLOGUE: A HIDDEN IDENTITY
If you were walking through the streets of Paris one day, you might have discovered a small massage shop, and if you peered through the windows, you would see a short man in a red floral shirt meditating on the floor. That short man was Master Fu. Suddenly, he opened his eyes with a jolt and gasped in shock. His kwami rushed to his side, aiding him as he painfully sat up.
"What is it?" she squealed, glancing around nervously to check that no one outside was giving them strange looks.
"Tikki," he said gravely, "I saw her. The girl who will save me."
There was a deafening silence, as it dawned upon them that Paris would once again have a protector.