A/N: I was going to write how Mr Ping and Po interacted... but then I re-read Chapter 4 and realised it would be better mostly left to the imagination as to what happens. But, I needed to add this bit at the end, and I included a summary of what happened as vaaguely as I could so most of it could be left to the imagination. I think it would just be too sad for the story... If enough people ask me (I'd say about 6) I will write out what happens, but I don't think I will at the moment. Anyway, ENJOY!

Chapter 5

It was a few hours later when they finally recovered their senses. Then, they sat in solemn silence, for a while. Suddenly, Mr Ping got up and left the room. Po did nothing to stop him. When he returned, Po barely took any attention. When Mr Ping placed his arm gently upon Po's soldier, he barely flinched

"Po?" The old goose waited, patiently, for a response.

"Yeah, dad?" Mr Ping pulled out a few items from behind his back. He handed Po a scroll. It was old and tired-looking.

"I know, I know, I should've given it to you when you found out about your true origins... but I just couldn't bring myself to it... but if I never see you again..." The world silenced as Po opened the scroll and read it:

"To whoever finds this... if anyone,

If he is still alive, this is my son. He is called Po. Lord Shen will have killed all of our kind by the time you read this. I am another Panda. I am Po's mother.

When he is old enough to understand what really happened, give him this letter. Thank you for taking him into your custody. My soul will be forever be in your debt.

Dearest Po,

I love you very much. I wish I could've been with you through your life. I wish it didn't happe like this. I presume you know of Lord Shen: Yes, he killed your father (I presume. The last time I saw your father, he was fighting for both of our lives).He has probably killed me now, too. I am sorry we had to depart from your life when you were at such a young age.

Please, follow all your dreams. Be yourself. Follow your heart; it will lead you to where you need to be.

I love you.

Ái (Your Mother)

Po stared. And stared.

Deathly Silent.

Deathly Pale.

"I am sorry I never showed it to you son... please forgive me." Po slowly raised his head, face showing no emotion.

"No. It's okay dad... it's fine. Don't worry, it was the right thing to do. I'm not gonna hate you for it. You did what's you thought was right. Don't beat yourself up about it." Even to this very day, Po Ping could still suprise his father with his reactions.

"Thank you son. Also, the other thing that I needed to give you..." The panda's father brought out a red strip of fabric. It wasn't just red, however. It was green, yellow, white, black and red. As the goose unwravelled it, the true picture was shown.

A chinese dragon.

"It's a family heirloom. Each generation gives it to the next. Our legend states that, when someone dies, they must make sure the next generation has it. It's sacred. I don't know when I will die, so I'm giving it to you now. The legend about it says it will bring great luck to anyone who deserves it. If anyone deserves luck, you do, Dragon Warrior." After handing it to the panda, who tied it around his left wrist, Mr Ping bent over in his best impression of a kung-fu bow.

"You're my dad. You don't need to bow to me; I should be bowing to you! And, besides, you're nearly falling-" Po leapt forward to catch his wobbling father, and set him straight. It freaked Po out to realise how similar it felt to reajusting a house of cards: they're weak and frail and often fall. "Father," Po bowed, kung-fu style.

"Po?" Tigress had returned "I'm so sorry, but we have to go, or the Emperor will be slaughtering us all." Barely days later, they'd realise that was the whole point, all along.

"Okay. Gimmee a minute!"

"I'll be waiting, panda." You could almost hear the smirk in her voice.

"Suuuure..." He didn't doubt her for one minute, though.

"Dad? I guess this is it then. For the better or the worse..."

"For the better or the worse..." Mr Ping gave his son one, final hug. He didn't know if he'd ever see him again.

Po bowed to his father. He didn't know if he'd ever see him again.

They looked at each other for one, final time. They didn't know if they'd ever see each other ever again.

Then, they turned, and left.

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