Chapter XXII

An Absolute Woe

I. The Color of Regenerate

"Cowards have dreams, but heroes have visions." — Shifu

Xing's PoV

The Student Barrack kept silent for hours. The all purest of blue and purple were shined through elsewhere on a vast corridor and each Shoji room filled with injured people here. I have been sitting on a chair for over an hour, and we take turns to each one of seven to stay in touch with Lao and Hong. This tragedy is not the first time of Lao's horrible injury; his left wing had severely broken since Hong, Lotus, Fǎnshè and I have hardly searched our brother at our palace long ago, and with our praise luck, the crocodile Zhao saved my brother from drowning near a stream river.

The morning star I shall soon have patience will shine over to all rooms and corridor. With that, all blue and purple everywhere has become peaceful. The blue- Consolation. Perhaps comfort in such more natural way instead difficulty word as Lao prefers. Then purple- The flower of forgiveness, and maybe stain effect to sort of deep down into the ocean, and float your entire body into heaven as the angels like Spirit Warriors will soar you into your new home, and forever in peace.

The morning? The dawn in the next few hours? The best color of sunrise shall describe as- Healing? Much better to close my brother's wound. The Shoji door beside my left opens freely. This one-eyed wolf who he called my brother as an official birth name of peafowl prince I used to call him before, he once let an elder goat with full beard stroll beside me, noticing how deeply I am concerned to my brother's grave wound to his lung.

Slowly I rise with awe at the inner part of my flesh breezed into my breast, the Soothsayer speaks with me.

"His lung wound has finally stitched," Soothsayer details me as the elder goat clarifies more. "Your friend Hong once said that your brother's conditions of losing many of blood from Shen's feather blade, Lao's stitch to his wound, is the only way to seal his bleeding from demise."

"Does he need to see me, Soothsayer?" I implore her after staring Lao's sleep.

"Let him stay in his sleep, my dear." Soothsayer advises me importantly after elder goat palmed her sign of patience. "Lao has been sleeping for over two days. Once your brother woke shortly, his vision was weakening during surgery we were about to close his wound. Later, as around tomorrow in the morning if Lao will see better, you will see him."

The green bug leaps off Lao's robe. Noticing on his shattered antenna above his eyes, one of the Seventh Righteous students have once told me that Ox Prince catapulted Mantis, then so the rest of Five tried, and most ironically did fight only at once as experienced. Much more powerful than someone who was close to our grand master Oogway. I gossip the bug while Mantis snatched a stitching material near Zhong.

"Master Mantis, your antenna is—"

"I know," Mantis realizes regrettably. "That big Ox pulsed me and eaten my head. Let that big wolf and bearded goat look over him, Xing." Once the bug has collected medical supplies including some multiple acupuncture needles, he then stated, "For the sake of Po's absence for two days, this is very hard for the Five," he paused softly as the bug reflect, "then the pandas, and his two dads."

The Dragon Warrior has not returned to Jade Palace for two days. Since after the ambush to our loss of the intense battle from Huoju, I went unconscious for possibly over nine minutes or less. Then above the sky of ocean smothered, a golden chi and dark magical power of two dragons skirmished together into a devastating battle sufficiently. One thing as I recalled the light above the star where dark magic gathered around the chi dragon before my brother went into the cold of trance, both of light and darkness of clouds rose away beneath the prosperous heaven.

By returning to Jade Palace with plenty of people were injured by many Huoju's forces, pandas squealed their throats to their beloved hero of China. Not just the pandas, but to many people of Valley of Peace, many fans of Dragon Warrior around a whole land of villages, many encouraging masters of all China, then Masters of Jade Palace, and even Po's two dads. Mostly drained to their veins, they soaked their eyes into a desperate situation for the Five, Shifu, and two dads as they all were very close to Po.

As I know him for only a month with the Nine, also hurt us about Po's absence too. Whether the Dragon Warrior might be in the Spirit Realm fighting Huoju as similarity to Po fought Kai before, or possibly taken by evil Ox where we may never find him again.

"I know this is harder for you to see Lao, kid," Mantis states as I notice his voice started to crumble and wobble inconveniently. "But— But Po's my brother too, Xing. . ." The bug sniveled depressingly. "He's part of a family, and— and we are worried about him too, to realize where he might be at now."

Hong gathered her remedy equipment with healing alcohol bandages, including stitches when gazing over her rumbling eyes, cringing inside painfully. Sniveling how Hong became close to Lao most importantly as we are a family; I hug her softly over my chest. This pain leveled on Hong seeing Lao in a bed, as the Nine have been used being lacerated by bandits around China, and not the worst of broken bones from training. As my honesty, it was harder for me too, then Lotus because we are so much closer to Lao as our brother nearly died by Shen's blade, that would have been hurt us even more.

Once her shattering eyes turned icy, Hong moves in the bug's room at the left side of the entrance where Monkey went visit Crane inside there, when I let her go.

"I wish Shen's parents will never see their grandson like this," I overheard the Soothsayer's muffling voice next to Crane's shoji room that both doors closed softly. "Dongji is not the only one who got lunged. . . ."

Soft weep crawls over everywhere and shoji walls. Deeply hurtful to notice a young panda who always called Tigress "stripey baby," has also injured. I saunter away to my brother's room (supposably Crane's place) and softly move through path door where the soft weep continues. A sorrowful teenage panda, and lovely Mei Mei laying on a flat, mattress bed as I entered Tigress's room. Too shattered. Redness eyes become warmer than this room's dark glow.

Lei Lei suffers her left arm injury with a terrible scratch into tissue, flesh, and she was very innocent from that clan leader of bats, Bian Fu. Since I woke from the cold at Kong Bai Stadium, the ocean horizon had not filled with swarming shadows beneath the clashing dragons. I never noticed how those bats were vanished, even then soon as I realized to Mei Mei's wail, that is how I found out about the bats they opposed people, and pandas as they vacated the stadium for safety.

Tigress sniffled loudly from behind as my left ear twitched swiftly, and her tears were leaping out of her cold chin when she sat down on the flatbed. The kindles placed into many sides of drawers and belongings enlighten like suffering heavenly bodies. This room is the Dragon Warrior's area, and I deserve liking Po's room. With all love of family, and friends letters, and even cute drawings placed beside many candles.

I love this picture. Both pandas Po and Li Shan, and even a goose in the middle with a wondrous and curious family, they all luckily being part of the family. The next picture I never knew was there too. It was a mother panda holding her cub with a smile. Too gentle as a flower. Even I thought about my parents' picture from my grandmother's room at Shui Palace, I was just small, possibly like this panda cub's height.

The wound has opened even more. Tigress read most of Po's letters. Love letters. I mostly adore how both Po and Tigress are, jointly with their seeds. With her eyes burning with a shed of rain, the message, most ironically, belongs to Tigress after I join aside with her.


Dear Tigress:

Our seeds cannot handle to stop jointing. Every day I go with you, my heart keeps burning me alive. Even if we fought against the bandits, it still burns. As I see you delightful, I get delightful too. As I watch you depress, I depress also. As I understand you enraged, I get enraged too. As I see you get forsaken, we get abandoned. As I see you any of your feeling from the flowers of the grass, I will experience the growth beside you. As I watch you endangered, I rescue you. Even if any enemy soon captures me, you do the same; We save each other.

Because one day if you will soon go to die by anywhere on this terrain, anywhere on the absolutes of the ocean, somewhere in conflicts; I will die with you on my Mother's final steps. I will drown with you with sparkling foams, and I will lay my breast next to your seed if I do suffer. I won't hold my tongue to yank. Every day I see you, you are my closest, and my best friend I have ever known. Shifu, my dads, and the Five are all family to me as we manifest our hearts with each other for good. The truth is what your seed is brighter than a soul of candle in my dream, or in reality if I am around. . . .

I love you.

Po


"It's a lovely letter." I encourage her mournfully, affecting Tigress's upper joint serenely. "Po fights for not just the Five, Shifu, the pandas and his two dads; he fights for you more."

The strong weep storms through loudly in the dark shoji corridor. Lei Lei could not control her suffering flesh I may perceive the fire from her wound. Even if I ever had a child who injured with severe lacerations to the tissue, my head would not discipline the pain. Lei Lei's sorrow reminded me of Lotus my sister listened to every children's suffering, then poured her rain all the time when Lotus felt tremble like ice. Mei Mei calms Lei Lei weakly, then young teenage panda's arm burns her like a knife stabbing your skin. I rush back into Tigress's room, helping this young, and innocent child Lei Lei cannot hold her strength.

I bend my knees in serenity with attachable paws onto my chest in front of two pandas. Before releasing my single soft claw to Lei Lei's body, I perceive the chi as soft firelight spawning off my whole right arm like an angel. Lei Lei shouts her tense red eyes and burst her sharp squeal.

Lei Lei saw the entire nightmare of a bat who tried to snarl and bite her. I would never let any bat bandits and even that Ox creature do awful things toward Lei Lei and so to children. The essential of chi beams off my opened paw with yellow sun's river flow. Lei Lei's laceration and her high pitch cry hurt most of the warriors as I peer Mei Mei's eyes dripping with her shaky mouth.

The beam stops absorbing. I hear no sharp tone in my ears. By opening my vibrant eyes, the innocent child comforts her perch.

Poor little panda. Lei was delicate to her trembling body by Mei Mei's redness tear of a rain droplet. Lei Lei remained peaceful in her doze with unconscious as a rock. Releasing my chi was my first time to heal her. And by shutting teenage panda's excruciating pain, Mei Mei's attractive tears have gone to coldness ice. "Thank you, Xing," she blesses me weepingly, palming my paw after I gave my pure chi to Lei Lei, to end young child's misery as no man and woman could hear their child's scream.

Tigress as I notice she entered her room by the howl of Lei Lei's scorch, gazing into my ocean eyes as I did a right thing to help this poor innocent girl regain her strength. My chi was all I can do to salvage Lei Lei from the burning flesh of cut; no one and even Tigress could not use mobile their chi because of their weakness of Huoju's dark magic. I, however, immune demon Ox's chi.

How am I so immune to Huoju's evil magic? Does Soothsayer reveal my pure soul that I can cease demons like the Prince?

Without any word to speak, Tigress may realize that I do notice what that demon Ox just said that we both are a kind, then somewhat a bloodline of Qing Temple survivors. Tigress quivered her mouth, wanting to bear her voice with clarification, and truth to realize that my grandmother Ming and even Tigress knew of this family we have in our family tree. I do understand. Hardcore does understand. One thing that I realized, Tigress could be my aunt; her parents might have died from the agony of flashing shred of darkness, lightning covered in clouds of the gale, and Ming's sister was Tigress's mother.

After leaving Tigress's room, one panther in blossom robe and red shawl that wrapped whole clothing around her left upper joint exits a second guest room behind a Shoji door. The Seventh Righteous do welcome to visit by Shifu's allowance as for now because of most warriors' injuries, and cannot roam their place far away from here. As I notice their injuries, only two from the Righteous went hurt from the battle; the lion Shujaa on right upper joint lacerated with firm flesh, and impala Shi Dang on his left thigh went a thick slice through the fur.

To panther's breezing eyes, she gazes to my ocean crystal vision. Kasi noticed my brother's condition of a lung wound, then feeling as my deep thought of Lao's sudden loss of blood to his robe uniform. I come over to Kasi much closer to see panther's breeze of glare, then her crowning jewels that attached to her temple nicely. Same as Kasi approach near me, we both desired to commune, once more.

"Xing," Kasi greets me.

"Your Highness," I variously entitle her. I inquire panther princess seemingly. "Are you alright, my Lady?"

"Deeply encouraged by gracious people of Jade Palace," she answers, intensely remaining still from her pouring tears. "Even your people of Prosper Valley as well."

"How is your lion mate been doing?" I ask her, pondering the lion Shujaa.

"Sprinting through a railing path of diamonds in his sleep, my dear," Kasi stated with metaphor, then inquiring about me. "Your brother?"

"Strolling in the peace of mind, princess," I normally reply after I give a long sign. "Battling the seeds of phantasm to his nightmare after that peacock lord lunged Lao."

"I am deeply sorry for your brother's injury, Xing," Kasi apologizes despondently, palming my own heart, this panther can sense my seed pouring down a drain towards her paw. "Lao will fight through his shrine to battle what hunted your companion. His wound will heal, and grow stronger."

Just as I notice behind Kasi, there was only six of the Seventh Righteous, ironically. Their partner of one of the best birds of prey has been missing since after the battle of Kong Bai. Once I realized the Righteous's hawk colleague not returned for quite a day or two, I have once told by panther princess including their leader fox, and especially Master Sheep as the hawk Fei will follow the trail of Huoju's shadows above the horrible, sorrowfulness clouds.

"Any word of your hawk partner Fei, your Highness?" I ask, reflecting.

"Not quite, my dear," Kasi responds, shaking her head as the panther released her palm away from my warmth chest. "Fei has been soaring away and chasing shreds of flaming clouds that snatched the Dragon Warrior's light two days ago. Seventh Righteous will hear our news from beloved hawk soon."

One of the goose servants from Jade Palace immediately called panther at a second guest room inside to return as the lion Shujaa just woke from sprinting through a railing path of diamonds in his sleep. These shades of blue, and purple, glossed onto the shoji corridor properly. Once I began to reflect the sunrise from the east, is shining into an orange sunset, the color of courage. Kasi enters the second guest room, just as I attend the next open Shoji door from behind. Monkey exits Mantis' room.

His left arm had ruptured on his elbow joint pain, as the brown cloth of arm sling attached to his neck that connects to his whole left wing. In a next Shoji room beside Tigress's extent, an enormous panda Yoo, who cuddles his affection for many people, sits on a brown bed. Observing this feminine reptile snake in her sleep with a slither body over like an odd circle. Viper has been sleeping for hours now, and no other word on how feminine snake has been doing since after the terrible ambush attack.

"Hey," Monkey snatched my attention before I was able to sit back where I was next to Crane's Shoji door. He asked, "You like to eat some cookies with me?"

I do notice of the Five including Po's grateful break of eating Monkey's cookies near the shelf in the kitchen. What I believe, I should discuss with Monkey; for a reason, he sometimes talks much alike Mantis who the bug communes to much because of a sense of humor.

"Yeah," I nod gently. "Why not? I'll make you some green tea."

I infiltrate the Barrack's dining room with a set of bright gold of sunset breezed through a window. Placing cold water in a medium pot as I lit the fire, then boil the water when I gathered some green tea leaves from the top left corner of a drawer. Not to let this tea much bitter, I cooled the boiled water shortly before resolving green leaves shattered into smaller pieces, and placing it into a tea ball of emptiness pouring pot.

What I learned this green tea at current knowledge, my Ox colleague Niu taught me how to use organic green leaf into a similar pot of green tea filled with surprisingly heal. Much more likely a significant benefit of health to resolve any to serene whatever the pain goes on, especially a temper in my addiction that also supports my anger. Both Monkey and I delivered ourselves through eating a single cookie in each of our hands, or my paw at stillness after we sat in here in this dining room for five minutes. Sensing a sip from my teacup to my mouth, it heals my shattered throat as the sun.

"Your brother is going to be fine, Xing." Monkey concludes my muse sensitively, sipping his tea. "Do not give up hope."

"How's your buddy, Crane?" I ask Monkey, noticing his expression of a downward frown when sipping my mug.

"Not feeling good." Monkey answers, devouring his cookie while speaking. "His eyes were weighing like a wet clay covering his vision. Crane's wings are simply fixed, surprisingly not shattered on his feathers."

"And Viper?" I ask.

"The same condition as Crane's eyes," he states deeply, "but the bats nearly tore her slithering flesh apart."

Those bats are gruesome as their lethal fangs to their snarl bites and could do a slight rip, realizing how many bats were severely imbecile at any such plans to their mindful of attacks. To their leader, Bian Fu, by any means he mainly ordered hundreds of bats sting their fangs onto most warriors with a swirling summon of a gale, as I recalled their wings soared like a hurricane. I remembered the bats' leader; the Nine do recall the bats' clan leader since our youngest age as our pirate colleague, was recruited about five months later before the bat clan was attacking Southern China of Gélínglán six years ago.

Their leads? Bian Fu can command his whole, local army of bats with his relatives easily. Their fragility? Killing, or capturing their leader then also relatives of Bian Fu will shatter their plans, making them all will become much tricky to realize.

"After all the pain and suffer I keep over thinking," Monkey considers when reminiscing those bats from Kong Bai Stadium, "Tigress, Mantis, and I are worrying Crane, and Viper right now. . . Especially Po."

"Same as the Righteous hawk student has disappeared too," I add after sipping my tea tenderly. "Without any knowledge from the Righteous as they consider him, I might notice that hawk is chasing that Ox's trail of shadows beneath the skies after the tragic battle. Fei will soon return to know where Dragon Warrior might be, hopefully."

"For you and Tigress," Monkey brightened up to my eyes. "Are you both look familiar to yourselves?"

Monkey is not the only one that I consider strongly to Tigress, familiar to our kin that represents the same as we are tigers, but familiar furs as equal to our bloodline of Qing Temple survivors. Monkey and even three of Furious Five might have known to their beloved sister Tigress, then to me.

A family reunion. Probably meeting a family member in which many members of relatives of relative family relationship.

"What I mean is that you both looked so the same kind," Monkey continues stating, quite frankly insist, "even taller around Po's height. Is she your aunt, right?"

I finish my tea, then swallow the rest of a single cookie with a healing drink.

"Honestly, Master Monkey," I embark to clarify him to his same, ocean eyes we both have when I silently placed the cup next to the upper right side of the cookie jar. "Tigress is the one when I once revealed by Huoju who surveyed both of our memories from the past in perception of Tigress's orphanage place. Then I recalled some dark area of forest where both my mom and dad died there.

"After all this time, my grandmother did have her sister I never met, including the husband of Ming's sister. While Ming once spoke last month, she told me that Tigress does have her parents before sent their daughter to orphanage place. Ming's sister was with her husband and had to abandon their daughter. For what purpose? Some threat came down and haunted all the poor souls among the innocent lives of people in my valley where I occupied there formerly. I could not explain who was responsible and caused to all broken hearts. Ming could not detail that necessary evil, who killed my parents.

"When I always gazed into Tigress's eyes, Monkey, she reminds me of my mother I have barely known her. Once every night I go to bed, my mother was watching me, so was my dad. To be honest, Tigress looks like my mother to me. In Huoju's words, I believe he had murdered Tigress's parents, and. . ."

Recall sparkles in my reflection from the fire. Recalling the ashes of dying growl from the shattered throats of my parents' final breath. The forest was pleasant to saunter across different valleys to confront many kins; as cousins; as friends; as a family of friends. Into the black that crushed my parents into demise, every land has sacrificed. To my life and Ming's oath for watching me for annuals, we were brave to survive.

"My parents as well." I finally add, with a tearing seed that poured into flesh through my warming eyes.

"I am sorry for your parents, kid," Monkey tucks his mouth, moving his teacup away from him. "I realize it is difficult for you to recall your family."

The cookie he carried, once poured like a dead rock. At the same time, we both scratch into our minds with full of worries. His eyes wobble. He and the Masters of Jade Palace have grief as if their panda friend like a brother to Monkey and a substantial student to Shifu's eyes is a family who Po encourages many people and the valley.

His tears drip. "But Po. . ." Monkey snivels, covering his whole, tearing eyes that pour his pain from the rain inside of his contemplation. His delicate voice weakens. "I cannot believe he is gone!"

To his eyes, Monkey suppresses his emotion, glimpsing his tea that water shifts a replica of both friendships between him and the panda. He bends his whole face to his arm towards the table as Monkey weeps softly. Their bonding connection is unusual; brotherhood, family as that indicates a similarity to my brother I am close with Lao.

Since the dinner couple of days ago before the Tournament, the Five communed, then jerked Po being a lighter person at the front table along Li Shan and Mr. Ping near two large pots that cooked noodles. Such a friendship with their seeds, Po's laugh filled their set of shining blood into their breasts as that kind of such my own family of the Nine.

"I know it is hard for you about Po." I realize him, and even the Masters' difficulty to their hearts of beloved panda. "I frankly saw how him, then you and the Five are part of the family, and that panda is like a brother to you always like, Master Monkey." Then to the next replica of Po's most important family who is important, both of his dads, I once sighted them two at their Noodle Restaurant having difficult their strength into the rain. "Li Shan and Mr. Ping are suffering from their son's missing, and. . . I feel sorry for you all."

I saunter around a dining table, just as I sit next to Monkey when he has continued to weep when covering only his right arm he can bend, and close frantically. Affecting as I softly palmed his right shoulder repeatedly, the bug next to a Shoji door, considered his best friend, as a brother, he too, fragile as a fracture of a silence. The insect knew Monkey, then the others like pandas do howl painfully to their missing Hero of China.

Once the bug sighted my eyes, Mantis might have known I can serene Monkey's tears before Hong once called a bug from behind him. Monkey, ended his weep after Mantis had left away from a dining room's Shoji door. To Monkey's eye, he is much relaxed as snow dust of cold. Raising his face upward, he respires from inhaling, and exhale. Repeatedly as pretending you are in doze peacefully.

"Your master told the Five that you are highly concern for anyone's feelings, and you can experience our affection." Monkey says after drying his eyes. I nod after I let my paw drawn away from his shining, gold fur.

"Yeah," I bend my head, seeking his arm sling. "Is your left arm will firm soon?"

"Well," he gazes his sling, "too bad that I cannot bend, and moving my bananas for a month, or maybe someone who has a great chi will heal my arm later on." One Asian golden cat who passed by next to some Shoji door, I hear a footstep nearby, a feminine warrior in a black vest and blue silk clothing glimpses to Monkey and me, strolling away towards the Five's corridor rooms. "You know, your remedy is one beautiful bunny I have ever met, when you, and the Nine came to Jade Palace. I rather have a date with her."

Date with her? I gape after I shift my head into a smirk on Monkey. You're insane!

"Never mind that. Probably have a party to invite someday," Monkey decides not to do engagement when muting chuckle from Monkey's right palm.

"Maybe. . . " I advise this jester. "Monkey," I look onto him candidly, focusing. "Hong has already hooked to someone else. So," I inhale slowly, "you don't want to know."

"You are right." Monkey sighs. His resolute head bends one eyebrow to the right. "Is it. . . Chef Wo Hop from Heilongjiang Province?"

"Nope. . ." I shook ardently. "That is her one of the fiftieth cousins, believe it or not."

"Then who might that be?" Monkey inquires confidently.

None of the Masters know what kind of a relationship as the Nine are into; Only feminines wolf and bunny are like my sisters, I frankly adored what both Lotus and Hong are gladly into the family of Nine as the two became stronger than most warriors. Only five of the Nine does not have any love interest; both Lao and I are ordinary in a relationship to both Lotus I bond with her as my best friend and my brother. . .

Very complicated relationship to the Nine's remedy.

I reflect more to Lao soaring above the breeze with Hong on my brother's back. Glimpsing below Prosper Valley as I recalled their interest grows into an exchange of power. Hong loves Lao, and my brother becomes strongest. Lao loves Hong, and the bunny is my brother's weakness. Around daylight from five years ago, since the Nine were outside of dining area, we eat plenty of my grandmother's rice as we all in a group for lunch together at a full circle.

Hong on being jealously when my brother kept sauntering with Lotus, bunny crawled to Lao's back and forced his long neck Hong wriggled him contentiously. Hong fought, then blessed him to my brother's beak as Lao cringed severely.

"It's a bird and bunny thing." I nearly chuckle earnestly.

"Oh. Your brother and Hong?" Monkey asked enthusiastically. I nod when calming my suppressing laugh. "That's so enchanting."

Not knowing how I chuckled on a front of Monkey at his confusion, I frankly desired him to commune more for Lao and Hong's very complicated relationship that the Nine has recovered our mindful to seek romance onto them both. With much of discussions Monkey and I had to cooperate intensively for my radiant glow towards Lotus's sunlight, my sister embarks near the side of Shoji door considerately.

Her left upper shoulder was once shined as a waving light over her fur, has healed entirely from a punctured arrow Lotus went mobile, with a horror pain by someone who I do not reckon from Huoju's army, shot my sister.

"May I join in?" She asks utterly.

In her cobalt, a wet fur under her eyes once poured when I rise from a chair. As I approach my she-wolf, I touch her fluffy cheek that triggers my sense, my thoughts through my paw delivered cozy by her drizzle.

"Are you okay, Lotus?" I mumble, asking anxiously. "You've had a nightmare?"

Her eyes drizzle even more that I barely noticed she might have seen what my concern, is Bao Gu Orphanage. Lotus's forehead impacts my heart into a satin pillow when I hug her spine lightly. "So have I. . ." I say honestly.

I bring a couple of cookies I hold. "Here. Have some cookies," I implore. By the next of the gaping mouth from Lotus's surprise, I knew something she will, immediately attack fifty cookies about one minute.

Her eyes went dazzle like a fire circulating her short pupils. "You two ate my cookies without my authority?" she ambivalently murmured when glaring to my guilt.

"Monkey called it out," I reply quietly, then Lotus twisted my ear, crumpling wildly by her paw. "Ow! Pinch him, not me!"

Lotus darts her glaring eyes at him; Monkey cringes his body. "Don't look at me, Xing and I started it." Monkey terrified. True, but he invited me first! I thought.


II. Cavern of Serenity

On a warm, suffering breeze filled with injury warriors outside of Furious Five's training area, I arrive here gazing the snow leopard resting himself with his wife, and two cubs. Peng, as a good friend of the Five and Dragon Warrior, I heard of his uncle's return with nothing unexpected how Huoju summoned Tai Lung from Spirit Realm. To each warrior with dying star candle beside him or her, one of Peng's sons shattered his throat with a soft hail of a word dad.

Young snow leopard, one who named after the Dragon Warrior, he trembles his father's right arm I notice his drizzle from the clouds collapsed to Peng's eyes. Peng's wife, Lian, she saw I am a friend of Peng's, then Dragon Warrior of course when she glimpsed into my ocean. On Peng's throat, turned purple as a smother; I recalled Lian's scream to her husband in a horrific damage arena. I check Peng's pulse on his wrist after I crouch down to him, sensing a soft flow from his veins.

"Is daddy going to be okay, mister?" one of their sons worriedly asks me. To a taller one beside his brother, golden shade of gleam trembles vibrationally. Their father has not awakened for two days.

"Your father's a great, and strong warrior, Po," I describe his father candidly after I caressed his heart softly. "He will never give up his hope for you, for your brother, and so for your mother."

I saunter across beautiful, genuine shades of green into statues of living masters who were fighting with their master Oogway, our grandmasters actually, after I left Five's training arena. In this area of soul light candles gleamed into soft green, a statue of Magnificent always smiles here. Additionally, in his presence, a blossom leaves soar over the vast breeze of woe from each warrior's wound. In the Magnificent's eyes, my Grandmaster knew I became fragile about my brother's injury, and a full cry to my sister's rain.

Once I stroll down to the hills of viridescent trees, I recalled my she-wolf's voice from a dining room. I usually left there to let Lotus commune with Monkey.

"Where will you go, Xing?" My sister asked me calmly in my thought.

"To find inner peace, alone," I answered Lotus straightforwardly when I embarked to exit. "If anyone needs me, remind them that I'll be at either Oogway's Sacred Peach Tree nearby or Shifu's Dragon Grotto at waterfalls."

Both of Sacred Peach Tree and Dragon Grotto, are two of most popular terrain to fulfill your meditation, even as if been taking much seriously by any kind that shall depress, or humiliated you, blossom leaves or crystal falls can enter your mind of tranquility. What is wrong with my experience feeling of me? A mixture of disgrace, and shattered memory that wounded me regrettably.

Onto these steep rocks, once I contemplate the soft whisper of echoes by blossoms, Peach Tree silently wails to its voice toward missing panda Hero of China. I felt the downhearted tree as I realized the flower brushed my forehead mildly. With a smell of echoes by cozy, and salty, a rain of crystals I sight the pure, blue diamonds pouring down at the edge of Dragon Grotto.

Over these waters, sunlight once glimmers to my breeze when I go across a water flow on the rocks. To a quiet area, this shading green of grasses breezed by living skies turned glowing absolutes of blue. This cave is where Shifu and Dragon Warrior guided me, and my brother Lao once we entered with them in a matter of knowledge by the red panda's final teachings by our grand master Oogway when the panda told me last month.

In a cavern, these glisten water gleam into waves of light impacted with a dragon made of petrified rock, made of Earth. I adore this only cavern with a reflection across a whole Grotto it lastly longer by frog master Wushen I never mentioned him, then two masters Oogway, and Shifu, especially Dragon Warrior he also visited here before. In this cavern, I cross over a flat, and soft blue water surface I accidentally stepped on. Water is not my problem anymore since my grandmother, Lao and I saw inner peace during the storm since my youngest cub on Prosper Valley.

In this Grotto, I crouch comfortably, sitting on a large rock I gaze to a shifted form of a living dragon. Petrifying, of course. Its lustrous gold should barely detect my mixture of feeling I cannot discipline many at once. A legend I once heard: The first Emperor of China is a dragon from the sky who forged the terrain of all China. Then formed the Earth he trained people to teach about life, farming, the art of fighting, survival.

"Inner peace. . . Inner peace. . ." I murmur lightly.

Inhaling when closing my ocean eyes, I breathe in thoroughly to my nose after bending my legs and palming my paws together below my belly.


In the darkness of my mind, there was a light. A light I travel on the farthest tale of a lantern, experiencing myself, I sauntered some extraordinary grasses turned to white, and then water. The mobility of the torch, the light embarked a sudden shroud of shade soared beneath the star in entirely soft with the dry wind.

In a serenity, a star erupted; the purest white clouds of dust had blasted from the big bang. Inside of tranquility that exploded without my distraction, these specks of dust created Life. A soul of stars, the Gods have to birth many of our beloved neighbors of a spherical soul fire. Our sun. Our neighbors. Our home. Our Universe.

Into the darkness, there was a replica of the universe shaped into a sphere and imaged of yin-yang. It was all silent. A color of soul fires, a shade of rainbow dust, a color of the shrouding cloak that all three surrounded this sphere that cannot escape. Then white sparkles revolve around a shroud field, a sudden mirage of rainbow dust with souls of fire colored into the same replica.

It pulls my heart.

Into the revolving clouds of dust, I enter its gravity that my heart dragged me into this spherical replica. These white dust approach me below as I soar into eternal tranquility, and the other I peek another sand flowing above me away like an undulating wave. More light below me it grows, more approach I go closer to this spherical replica.

It drags my heart and my whole body!

Sudden white dust with rainbow fires around the vortex, these souls soar rapidly into a universe-bending a whole wave.

Replica waves gleam and glitter with thousands of pale dots. I sense waves below me. I soak under a replica-

Splash!

In sudden darkness, there is a sable cloak carrying the souls of spherical fires. Specks of pale dust soar, purple clouds shade next to clouds, red and velvet covers bend with all the consuming surroundings. Then there were golden cloaks made of light, and into the gold of the soul, a form of yin-yang. A kind of view, and sort of darkness. Rumble from the shrouds, I safely land in between a cross of yin-yang. A stable terrain in half apart feels the warmth.

On Yin side, a shade of dark, velvet crimson bolts with horrific, natural flashes from another soul of spherical fire. Sinful Realm. On the Yang side, a shade of viridescent from the soul of spherical light, gold and green, prosperous horizon with abandoned temples floating from ancient dynasties in early days. Spirit Realm. A flash of the gloomy sword in front of me from a sinful realm, the reflection on this blade with soft smoke imaged a form of the familiar Ox without horns.

A body of she-Ox, dark blue and gray fur. A beautiful purple robe with flower mists with a green sash, and a jade amulet necklace around her neck with a precise word of victory with the facial smile of a bull. Into her crystal scarlet, pouring bloodshed from her eyes has burned into an absolute woe.

Who is she? What happened to her? Why is she crying? A sudden flash of clouds impacted the gloomy sword with a replica of star blade with sorrowful heifer she hailed a name in outraged. Huoju!

A sudden thunderclap flashes the sword in front of my eyes.

BOLT!