Episode Five: Antiquity of Viability (21 - 25)
Chapter XXIII
In Through the Dungeons
I. The Hollow
"GAHHA!"
Inside of the shadows, it was all dark around black and white panda after he shrieked into horror acerbically. Numbness in his hand turned pale. He could feel much stable into warm, something unfamiliar around the panda. A ground rock, he touched. As he slightly opened, his green eyes brighten as the sun. Assure to happen when he gazed around the darkness made of lousy magic; Dragon Warrior sniffed the breeze of smoke, same powder, and a mixture of the wood fire from a single, torch beside some bars forged with dark magic.
He checked himself when Panda sprawled there, not entirely sure in his thoughts for how long the panda was unconscious, then realizing his uniform of Dragon Warrior have vanished, and panda only wears patched up burlap shorts. Next sightseeing becomes blurry into a vanquishing light of the single torch he can hardly see the scorch.
"What?" Po gaped confusingly. He demands inquisitively and glaring around the pitch black with a single torch earnestly. "What is this place? Where am I?"
A sound of rapid, sweeping feathers behind Po shifted into self-awareness. He barely stared the dark bar that panda's blur became stronger with a hunger for color. Within a sharp vision, he synchronized a look of the smothering bar, and a familiar spot of the feather, a sign of reflection impacted Po's flashback of horror, gleaming the panda's mind into unforgettable fires of doom.
Into the feathers of fire with smoke, the markings of the eyes of drops of blood through the trees made him carried by his dead mother. Running. Running away from the same memory that the panda remembered his old village burned down by an army of wolves? A caw of a bird with the crack of bones from the metal of dragon crushed the peacock with devastating fireworks it was exploded.
Into Po's memory out of it quickly, a clinging step from the bird's talons approaches near the bar. Revealing a dark silver silk robe, and scarlet eyes as the bird glared at his old, nemesis. In such accurate green eyes to scarlet eyes, they both targeted themselves, Po gazes to that bird in front of the bars. A skeptical breath and wide open eyes, the panda analyzed an old enemy, standing ahead like wickedness, and cruelty.
"Greetings, panda," the peacock greeted amiably. "We meet at—"
"Shen?!" Po hailed to peacock sharply. "You cannot be! How is that possible?!"
The panda stood fast enough when he approached the bar of shadows with the unexplainable thought of peacock returned alive, and Shen nearly drew his feather blade from a sleeve.
Po froze. "Reincarnated by your frightfulness," Shen grimaced menacingly.
"You," Po mumbles concernedly, expressing when grasping both bars that went cold in front of Shen. "You— That cannon collapsed you from that ship we were there! You enraged yourself against me after I tried to convince you! I wanted to help you, Shen!"
Shen gave a nasty red glare. "You slaughtered me," Shen clenched his beak.
"No! That wasn't the way I slaughtered you back there!" Panda protested. Po knew Shen had gone himself crushed by the albino's dragon, living with metal that killed the peacock instantly.
Po insisted directly to Shen. "How did you survive that cannon crushed you down into the bottom of a harbor, Shen?!"
ENOUGH!
A fire beneath Po's feet soared into the bars, raging thunderously as the panda retreated from the snarl scorch. Shen was born in powders and fireworks and immune by the fires that he was never afraid of anymore. Into horrors of the flames, the smoke rose and shut off the rage when Shen turned to blackness breeze next to him. A dark blue Ox with a deep pale red wound below his left eye and black nostril strolled with a feminine bear with gray armor.
Huoju and Phantom Bear draw their steps closer to Po's prison bar next to Lord Shen as peacock departs quietly. The bear stayed behind her right-handed, or a master as she narrowed her left eye when glaring to panda smirkingly.
The panda and I shall utter to ourselves alone, Shen.
"Huoju," Po recalled the demon Ox concertedly. "Where have you taken me here?" Panda insisted. "What is this place?"
You are in my Hollow of Dungeons, son of Li Shan. Huoju replied sternly, gesturing his full hand to elsewhere over the vastness, and emptiness breeze. A Hollow what you gaze to yourself is personal, so that you may never know where you are around China exactly. None of your friends will ever salvage you from the Prince of Darkness.
Geez, this guy's breath is like garlic and onions. Po thought awkwardly while the Prince communes to panda consistently.
You are the people's hero by knowing that name as the Dragon Warrior nonsense. The one who banished my supporter, and obliterated Maker of Widows at the Spirit Realm. You looked terrific.
"How long was I have been in here?" the panda demanded to demon Ox.
Not long enough, for two days. Huoju sensibly answered.
Huoju's red sparkling hand attached to his shadows when multiple velvets of many clouds of smoke soared gently into Dragon Warrior's surroundings. These velvets of darkness screamed for its horror like a whisper. The Prince sensed, the intellect of Dragon Warrior's memory. Noodles made with pasta. Cookies made of sugary, baked with bread?
Too delicious. I am not in a mood for my stomach's growl. Pass on.
Huoju ignored the smell of sustenance as the demon Ox remains clear through his attention towards the panda's blood.
As Po being still from the gentle, and velvet of shadows surrounding and swimming him with inconvenient, and so much too aware of Huoju's next surprise, the demon Ox gently closed his solar stars in himself only, detecting throughout the entire memory of nearly forgotten. Not entirely forgotten, but a restorative flashback from the start of birth of young infant panda's crying birth.
Po recalled the tragedy of Thriving Village from the wrath of flames, by Shen's army of wolves with howls of death, and slaughter of war cry. Po recalls the goose, who raised the infant panda at a prosperous noodle restaurant on the back of roadway. In an attempt to notice how healthy, and gentle heart as the goose became so much a father in infant panda, and Po realized how his adoptive father is so generous, and so loved.
In the next scene, Po fought the Great Dragon who desired to reclaim dragon scroll and banished Tai Lung to the Spirit Realm with the unique ability of Wuxi Finger Hold. A next attempt, a snarling feather blade nearly sliced Po's fur, and massive cannon collapsed the Lord of Gongmen into a sudden crush, and death. Then a final deliberation around some shattered, green starlight of abandoned temples with tearing rocks, the Dragon Warrior obliterated Beast of Vengeance with a light of chi dragon impacted the bull's heart and erupted apart into a nova beam of sunlight.
What are you called, Dragon Warrior?
Whoa! This guy's shadow chi is getting me nervous. And it tickles my belly. Po reflected being satirical to demon Ox without word of mouth at him. As the panda is about to speak, Huoju intervenes restrainedly.
Before you say your name, I have already noticed who you are. You are the son of a panda, son of a goose, a teacher, a student, and Oogway's prophecy.
Isn't that my logic, he stole? You thi—
Po.
Never mind that, he knew my name and did a convulsion to my good belly. Po reflected more pensively.
"Why did you capture me?" the panda asked indignantly instead angrily when Po approaches Huoju at a front bar slowly. "What do you want from me?"
There is something much more in which I dazed ironically to you, son of Li Shan. Huoju said incredulously. Reflecting into the seed of Dragon Warrior when grasping one of the bars after Po stepped closer to Prince. As the beam can utter like the wind, it communes over my mind. That can be sure what is there a reason my snatching you, Po, those three of youngest warriors you have united them are much more of their hearts that I looked in their legacy, passed by their ancestors after the other originally. You, however, are not one of them.
"Could it be. . . Useless?" the panda inquires frankly.
If that is true when someone I reckoned before who shared his power onto any of valuable warriors, then I will suppress, and snatch his or her potential to me quickly. The Prince grimly conveys.
The panda noticed carefully without another reflection of someone who gave such incredible power to Dragon Warrior. First, he nearly remembered a tortoise.
Oogw—
Without a consideration Po managed to assume a tortoise master who gave that power to him anonymously, the panda could notice Huoju that demon Ox cannot snatch Po's seed. The reason? Huoju is sightless. Po declared thoughtfully. Attending to let the panda go glaring to peacock softly, Lord Shen huffed at panda rudely.
"How did Lord Shen return, Huoju?" Po insisted burly to demon Ox with green sunlight he brightened.
It was my capacity of the shroud that I resurrected the peacock below the harbor since ten years ago. Huoju stated empathetically. Ten years that you've defeated the Lord of Gongmen who wanted China by using cannons as an absolute conqueror plan. This "warrior of black and white" nonsense oracle still exists in which one of the legacy villagers who once spoke — and foretold that someone will stand in the peacock's way. A panda. . .
The goat with full beard one? Po thought rapidly with a shock.
Soothsayer? Lord Shen shockingly recalled the elder goat with a reflection instead of clenching his beak.
By this particular legacy villager I sighted your memory into you, she will embark to know my fate as I shall know what, and how will my fate soon lies beyond my defeat in the future. Huoju rose his tongue enough to embark Shen and Po's open space to listen carefully.
How come of this? Po even stepped away from the bars as Huoju's solar stars are glimpsing into the beam at the revelation, then as Lord Shen drew himself next to demon Ox when peacock do remember an old Soothsayer inside the Sacred Flame tower she used to commune his dead parents. Shen remembered the shreds of peacock form shift into a symbol of justice when the young Lord of Gongmen once hid next to the dragon column inside his father's throne room.
A ying-yang.
If my ally Shen could have defeated by you, son of Li Shan, then that legacy's prophecy could be in under circumstances that either you or someone will conclude my peacock, and end his life by a symbol of justice. Huoju worded the panda more, as soon as the demon Ox might use knowledge of Shen's fate continues to exist, then what can cause the peacock's fortune into sudden next level.
What sort of sudden next level? Same fate at the hands of the panda, a different path with clemency? Just a simple justice. Po continued to reflect at such confusion throughout some symbolism of truth to Shen's fate.
There will be no justice for you to conclude Shen's conquering plan. You'll never stop him. Huoju rejected to contain Po's thoughtful to dig severely.
Demon Ox's contain from his solar reflection irritates Po's mind to sparkle with a simple word the Prince has said. Pain. Po shut his eyes hard enough as the sparkle turned wrath as a thirst of flames. A soft, wail the panda breathed horribly, then the bear who smirked at Po, convenes. The fire over the blood flow of Dragon Warrior's thought does not stop. The sparkles of shrouds surrounded a whole Po's head, and then panda kneeled to his collapse.
"My Lord." Phantom Bear cleared her throat softly.
"Mingling?" Huoju concluded his sparkling mind and released Po's thoughts freely when the demon Ox has called.
"Shall we need to undertake something much importantly at some fragile realm you are willing to snatch?" Phantom Bear inquired the Prince generally at apparent. Po shakes off the shrouds as the panda mainly — not uncool as someone tried to intimidate you worst entirely.
"Yes," Huoju grinned wickedly, realizing the unknown, such plans as Po does not concern what Prince of Darkness is doing to seize, and fragile realm to arrive. "We both must head over there at once."
"What do you mean?" Po hardly inquired, very confused when coughing, then slips his temple from the shrouds surrounding him continuously.
That's none of your business, you filthy mortal. Huoju backed the panda off of a private discussion caustically.
These shrouds once dragged back to its master's hands when Po finished sweeping away from his temple, and raise nearly unbalance. Narrowing to Shen as the peacock is preening his feathers near a left wing, a snarling beneath the shadows behind Huoju and Mingling grows near as glowing, golden eyes beamed into narrow.
Shen has sensed the snarl, and Po hardly peered the shreds of darkness as the golden eyes approached slowly from a soft big cat growl.
Okay. Who is that person standing in the shadows with Huoju and some sizeable black bear? Po asks intensively for his reflect. Its glare golden glowing eyes are like someone who dislikes and blames me. Its shadow forms stepped forward, and—
As the revealing form from the shadows had torn apart like a glue pulling a paper away, a snow leopard with identical purple pant, brown sash, and an old nemesis of Jade Palace enters next to Huoju.
"Nooo!" Po opened his mouth widely as the panda's eyes glowed green brighter than Hollow void. He sights his first, and ever most battled a nemesis who was a former student as Po imaged every, fur grayish clouds with brown, a purple trouser, and the exact golden glowing eyes as leopard growls softly, approaching with showing real-life form.
The shrouding darkness crawled away toward his back. "Tai Lung?! I thought I already banished you!"
Tai Lung hated the panda. Po confused a look onto leopard's grimly fierce fangs. How did he come back?! I'd Wuxi Finger Hold at Tai Lung's pointed paw, and banished him into the wavy light! How is this possible?! After all this time when Tai Lung waited thirteen years above Spirit Realm, and—
"You are that panda who stole my title back at my father's Jade Palace, big guy." Tai pointed panda ravingly. Title? "I want what you have. Where is my scroll?"
Po realized throughout his recall after Tai Lung gripped the panda's front of his neck, and drag him in front of voided bars as leopard snatched the panda's right arm rapidly. Lord Shen stares to two of their eyes as mostly the peacock stopped preening himself when shifting his sleeve back frequently.
"How is this possib—" Po reminded Tai Lung while choking by the leopard's hardest grip of the claw. "You've come back from the Spirit Realm?! Wh—"
"WHERE. IS. MY. SCROLL?!" Tai Lung clenched his paw slowly, with the anger of earnest that snow leopard has no patience to discover the answer to the whereabouts of dragon scroll. Despite Jade Palace, remained hidden by Po's secret. Onto Tai's claws, he nearly ravages the panda's neck, Huoju palms the leopard's arm calmly as the Prince notice the Dragon Warrior's thought to answer poorly.
Let the panda breathe, Tai Lung. Huoju advised the leopard assertively.
Tai Lung slowly disperses his both claws on one of the panda's arms, then the second on Po's throat nearly shattered. Immediately giving the panda himself time to breathe slowly from the weight of breeze shortly, Po slowly rises from the collapse.
"Did I ever tell you at once that there is no secret ingredient, Tai?" Po asks the leopard in much fragile tongue, as the panda massage his own throat soft enough. "It's just you that you have revealed yourself onto that replica scroll!" As it turns out, Tai had remembered some awkward confusion when he (at secondly) revealed Dragon Scroll with all the pure gold replica.
It's nothing! Tai Lung opened and tried glaring the emptiness, and golden beams of reflection to close, and read the mysterious answer. The only solution is a replica of himself only, coping with every fur, large chi orb, and clench teeth.
It's okay. I didn't get it for the first time either. Po looked up to Tai Lung when he crawled and saw the snow leopard as the Great Dragon stared the panda, likely shocked.
What?! Tai Lung scanned the scroll again and stunned at the panda confusingly, and thought of panda he opened the manuscript first.
There is no secret ingredient. It's just you. Po notified at Tai Lung with such a philosophical revelation by his goose father's wise words to know about the secret cooking of noodles.
"Don't you remember?" Po inquires the snow leopard inquisitively as the panda combined two eyebrows up to the center of his forehead. "That has nothing for you to do with becoming one, and only Dragon Warrior! It doesn't mean that the power of a dragon scroll could make you much more powerful! It has a story of a replica—"
"QUIET, PANDA!" Tai Lung lunged his claw to one of the smoky bars with a hard impact. With all the rage crawling to snow leopard's mind, he had enough of panda's words from the secret ingredient that Tai Lung could not understand perturbed. "If I ever find that Dragon Scroll from Jade Palace, then I will make sure my master will pass on to that power of chi towards me!"
"That's not going to happen, Tai!" Po snarled then shook him directly. "It has a story of a replica by letting you notice why are you gazing yourself onto that scroll! That's what brings you to questioning yourself that Oogway will not answer you like that!"
"That tortoise betrayed me!" Tai rose his voice loudly of hate."He is a foolish, insanity old turtle who refused my title! It was all started when my red panda father who raised me! And through all the hard work of kung fu pain, I've obliterated in my veins. I kept dreaming of myself as the Dragon Warrior! And now, my trance of what I've wanted to be is all gone because of YOU!"
It was not my fault which caused that, Po thought depressingly. Oogway refused the title of your heart because of being agitated and turned back on Oogway and Shifu.
"I don't care how my heart turned dark!" Tai Lung clenched his fangs. "My title is still awaiting me, and I will make sure everything will not deny my destiny at Jade Palace!"
"Tai! You know you've never meant to be a Dragon Warrior in a reason of your own heart turned. You know! Shifu will never let you do it!" Po says straightforwardly with a logic of Tai Lung's refusal title of Dragon Warrior from Oogway.
"Of course not," snow leopard realized the Dragon Warrior negatively. "Huoju will. . ."
A strong gust of Tai Lung's oath he insanely gazed to panda's simmering to shock, Po knew the snow leopard would soon be unsuccessful in at again, then aware of the Prince had spoken something to snatch. Could that be possible with the dragon scroll that Huoju will bring it from Jade Palace to Tai Lung, for a snow leopard to reclaim a title instead of Po's symbolism of justice?
The Prince, however, shooks quietly without a word in just as the panda did image the demon Ox currently communes the bear Mingling for something to search for a word fragile realm as Po recalled carefully.
"I have once rumored about a snow leopard who nearly slaughtered some peaceful land, and rhino guards took you into custody to Chorh-Gom Prison. I never noticed that you are the first and real Dragon Warrior." Lord Shen sauntered close to the bar next to Tai Lung curiously as the peacock intrigued to snow leopard.
"I am the real Dragon Warrior, peacock," He nearly identified himself with an informal glare towards the peacock's scarlet eyes wrongfully. As if he passed within a moment of determination to panda and peacock swiftly, Tai reveals the remembrance of peafowl that snow leopard colored himself into the darkness of shrouds with a first time of confrontation by Huoju.
"No need to be rude," Tai retorted with an apology, once imaging a gray robe, and feathers of red, and black dots train, "but I never mention to who you are. How did you confront this panda after I was banished, uh. . . Lord Shen?"
"It is I, who was a privilege, and former ruler of Gongmen City." Shen indicated himself candidly "From my parents' homeland, a decade earlier as I returned to the originated life of my oath to conquer all of China, when this trouble making, clumsy panda and his kung fu allies trespassed my city without my warning. He disintegrated my cannons. He ravaged my reputation. He splintered everything I have built."
"Such a pity." Tai contributed to peacock thoughtfully. "That seems you two have met before."
"Where were you been since I confronted the panda and his kung fu allies?" Shen asked cordially.
"I went snared at the Spirit Realm after I went banished for more than a decade, and fought some massive guy who had a strange attitude and also had a dark chi in him as he mocked to me harshly. Apparently," the snow leopard recalled from the heart of flash of a green sphere, as he reflects in unruffled without hesitation.
Spring star sphere shreds.
Splatter smaragdine light sphere formed victory.
Jade amulet formed the leopard.
"I do not know where that bull is after he took me with my chi," Tai Lung recalled hardly from a final battle of the Spirit Realm. "Even I had returned to my banishment, and would have beefed him so badly."
"Hmm. How well do you concern this panda here, Tai Lung?" Shen inquired snow leopard personally.
"Not well enough," Tai replied honestly after glaring the panda shortly. "One thing I concerned that there was. . . A warrior, who fell out of the sky with a ball of fire. Then claimed himself as his new entitlement before either Oogway or Shifu, gave my scroll to - Po."
A strange metaphor to who once sighted the non-phantasm of fireworks at the Jade Palace arena, Po recalled a chair with full of rockets of joyfulness fireworks that have attached there. Then panda rode himself through the breeze, then descended into the arena as Oogway's prophecy meant to fulfill Po's destiny from the past, and the future that tortoise saw him as a gift.
A gift that Oogway once confronted pandas before along with his brother Kai, five hundred years earlier as the pandas received tortoise a chi to heal him from a severe loss in battle, and taught Oogway to give chi to any life of Mother Nature. Into Po's reflection, grave concern to Tai Lung's memory, the panda may or may not noticed the snow leopard has a nephew.
He wondered how, and does Peng ever noticed his uncle's return? Po considers their reunion frantically when the panda stroll near the bars as he cannot get close to either Tai Lung, or Lord Shen as both of evils still communing at their friendly manners. Interestingly.
"If I was the Dragon Warrior, then I should have destroyed everyone with all the clans I would have built my army." Tai Lung said, perceiving his paw to the shadows above him.
"Fairly." Lord Shen bent his head repeatedly, and comprehensively.
"Excuse me," Po interrupted regrettably after the panda moved on a front, bars. "Before you two are going to acquaint yourselves soon and kill me one day-" both adversaries froze their head, ignoring the panda and his voice. "- Has any of you two ever once knew of that bull named Kai?"
"Never in my life." Lord Shen shook when looking into Huoju's surprisingly glare.
"Sincerely," Tai Lung considered carefully from his own eyes down to the floor shortly, then points at panda with a brightening gold irately. "You brought him there before I turned into his slave, Po!"
"You probably haven't ever read that jade scroll from Oogway before, right, Tai?" the panda wonders, inquiring.
"Why would that tortoise let me read his jade scroll? Does that even grant me the wisdom of his limitless power?" snow leopard insisted earnestly with a chuckle.
"No," Po jerked his head back, gazing into leopard's eye. "It's not what Oogway could use that replica thing like that dragon scroll. There might be something for you to realize who you fought against that bull. And to that bull you once fought, Tai, he was Oogway's brother, and banished into the Spirit Realm, five hundred years ago."
Huoju clears his own throat easily after the demon Ox whispered to bear Mingling to await herself in the throne room nearby. Both snow leopard and albino peacock were interrupted from Huoju's clearing throat as one of the adversaries are reflecting in bewilderedly to know who bull was from his peafowl parents' ancestor, and the other identified dark chi master by snow leopard in the Spirit Realm.
Tai Lung, Lord Shen, there are the plans I must attend to seize one of the long, lost spirit warriors I have met to summon him with legacy villager I must offer my Phantom to search her, soon. Our words will be private.
"What shall I do, your Highness?" inquired Tai Lung respectively, after he turned to Huoju.
Go to the Wu Sisters, Tai Lung. Huoju orders the snow leopard mildly. Train them more, and let those kittens spar you.
"WHOA! Wu Sisters are here too?!" Po gaped.
Without a single word coming from their mouths to reply, or Shen's beak, he bewildered to panda that peacock once recalled Po as stupidity, mildly reason. Tai Lung has agreed to Huoju's command, as he steps away from the bars at once the snow leopard nodded to peacock admiringly. Po, however, remembered his old friend's words in search of his uncle around China.
I have heard stories, about my uncle, Tai Lung. Peng said apprehensively. Young snow leopard slowly strolled closer to Po, and the panda relaxed behind the bamboo tree with crossed arms were together.
I'm not here for vengeance. Peng said boldly, glaring at panda after snow leopard drew a metal blade that belonged to his uncle.
I checked your story. Peng had weakly spoken, turned himself away from panda when revealed the fate of Tai Lung by most of the villagers from all of China, then to Five, and lastly Po before Peng sighed. Everyone confirms it. Everyone. My uncle became evil. You did what you thought. You did the right thing.
"Tai, wait!" Po hailed severely, impacting, then grasping the bars hard. "There is something you should know! My friend of mine has journeyed across China in a while back, and— and your nephew was looking all over for you!"
Tai froze himself into a calm wind. He stopped with a depths of a word nephew. Into a statue he concluded as a skipping heart pumped, Tai Lung merely turns to Po with a severely, cold seed in front of snow leopard's chest as he glared in a reflection across an unthinkable, painful name. A name in which Tai recalled a nephew by a cub age before his existence turned to ash of gleaming light.
A simple name of a nephew once hailed uncle by Peng, Tai Lung almost at a distance, remembrance of him, he nearly strangled Peng in which sunk his heart with pouring love and care that he went into the dark from his era of hate. Po almost screamed to snow leopard when Tai Lung decides to leave himself without a single tear fleshing from his golden eyes.
Lord Shen. Stay inside of my Hollow. Watch over the Dragon Warrior while Phantom and I must head to some valuable terrain. If he speaks, don't listen to this Son of Li Shan.
"Yes, master." Lord Shen obeyed with a wicked grin.
II. Aspiration of Redemption
Huoju saunters away from the Hollow of Dungeons, then vacated himself to unite Phantom Bear in his throne room. The Hollow had silent for just plenty of minutes, considering from the panda he once heard a term master, his mind does not shut entirely as he repeatedly stared Lord Shen for over hundred times. Po sat on the rock next to smothering bars, the cold at beyond to his heart that bothered him to demand answers from the peacock.
Why had Shen returned? What is the only matter of an albino peacock so cruelty to his powerless to achieve vengeance, and claim happiness? Happiness? Shen was conquering China, then torture people as slaves to bow at the peacock's talons?
Insanity.
Absentminded.
Intolerance.
Shen has sung his feather blade that glimpsed to his pride of face. As into his glimpse of silvered, replica feather, recalled the howling, and screaming wolf who desired vengeance by his angered brother. He noticed his old blade who once lunged the wolf's chest, and nearly stabbed onto his crest by his brother who angrily called Shen a monster.
"'Master?'" Po repeated a word with severely wide open on his own green eyes. Panda insists loudly. "Do you even know what that guy's trying to do to you, Shen?!"
"That does not make your concern, panda," Shen clenched his beak aggrievedly, sheathing his blade back to his sleeve as the albino roamed forth to the bars. "That Ox will conduct tranquility, then everything back to me that you have ruined it as after China will bow to their new master, and— and. . . to me."
"He's too dangerous!" Po pointed apprehensively. "That guy is what very powerful than a chitty-chitty-chat-chat guy who talked too much. I know plenty about him!"
"How well do you recognize my master, panda?" Shen snarled gently with an earnest of inquiry.
Po went into the ocean of gape, without a word of reply to a knowledge of Prince of Darkness as the panda confronted Huoju from the devastated, skirmish arena. A trembling, then narrowing eyes of scarlet targets the gaping panda. Only one of complicated history from Shifu before the Tournament, Po swiftly recalled a unique knowledge of Huoju.
"He killed many people and ambushed Qing Temple from seven hundred—" Po merely replied with explanation cautiously when Shen sliced the panda's words.
"You know nothing about Huoju, you pathetic fool!" Shen boldly growled.
Albino peacock summoned his feather blade, and nearly gashed Po's left fur cheek into incarnation. Furs become ashes like a single feather crawl below the horror of panda. Checking to his cheek, only a sign of trim, mainly recalled the slice of wailing feathers from the wreckage of War Ship.
Whether Shen liked or hated being around the Hollows of Dungeons to watch on Po, the panda realized how the albino peafowl has turned into the shadows, more often as the hate crawled to Shen's eyes, he loathed, and murdered pandas. Po could realize that Lord Shen has returned to avenge by not just himself, but to whom does he avenge?
"Why do you still want what you desired vengeance for?" Po asked Shen depressingly when he caressed his own trimmed cheek.
Po once knew the entire plan of Shen's atrocity cannons that could kill a life of kung fu. Po once knew the past of an old nemesis that peacock smoldered Thriving Village with an army of wolves. Po once knew how jaw clenched to himself when the panda highly demanded the truth about pandas, and even his parents as Shen caused them all to slay. Into Shen's eye, he settled his beak away from Po instead giving him a reply.
With a conflict of nothing to answer back to panda what Shen returned to his reincarnation, the cannons that Po remembered inside the flash of apocalyptic fires from the Fireworks Factory that drove the panda gone himself into the bottom of a watercourse. Into that inception as Po remembered how Shen's failure turned peacock into a glare, and clenched beak with a final skirmish into death, the truth has set freely to reveal an albino peacock's next plan by partnering Huoju.
"I get it. . . You want Gongmen City." Po realized apprehensively. "I have so many questions to ask you."
"Do you ever silent your tongue?" Shen clenched his feather dramatically after he swiftly turned to Po.
"Please, Shen. Do you ever once asked me about how did I find peace?" Po inquires purposely, gently grasping two bars on the front. "The one I did my elbows up and keep shoulders loose?"
"Don't—" Shen hesitated himself from the flash of golden tears of War Ship by the morning of successful battle by the hands of Dragon Warrior.
I had inquired the panda shockingly, Shen thought carefully.
"You asked me at once, Shen." Po persuaded the peacock honestly, then insist intensively. "Listen to yourself, that prophecy that I bring justice that you considered I am a serious threat, Shen?"
"You are," Shen's tragical tone answered as he defended himself from the truth.
"I am not a threat, I. . ." Po merely speaks to Shen, as the panda reflects from the close of his green eyes.
Po recalled himself sprinted across the throne room above the Sacred Flame Tower; he chased the peacock, however. Po experienced how a peacock became agitation because of a prophecy of 'a warrior of black and white' that Shen is afraid of Po's justice. A justice of ending Shen's wickedness by not just stopping the peacock, but change his course with an answer. . . Peace.
Peace was what Shen went blinded in his missing mind. Tranquility was what Shen had hardly search for what his parents were meant to guide their son to sustain the young lord's future.
"I had to save you from yourself being fearful." Po reflected forebodingly as his mouth quivered. "The Five and I were able to stop you from doing your harmful things like cannons that could, or can kill everyone. We didn't come to your city to kill you."
The albino shook his nasty look. "Blasphemy!" Shen disagreed frantically.
"It's not that 'b' word with a lie, Shen," Po says forthrightly. "It's all true. The past can trap you for ages, and you won't ever escape that hate among you. With all the scars heal, you can float away out of the past so easily! It is simple. I can tell you are so smarter than me, but wounds also heal, and scars can lastly fade for years!"
The albino drew his head back, slowly and dazzled his eyes. Had I ever spoke the panda like that? Shen thought confusingly.
"I know what you want! Not your thought about Gongmen City or any of your atrocity plans along Huoju! You've kept thinking about peace!" Po says factually with knowledge of Shen's difficult words.
How did you find peace? I took away your parents. Everything. I scarred you for life. Lord Shen reflected the flashback of himself; he failed to see how everything of the peacock's plan had shattered.
Into his revelation of mind blown towards the panda's inner peace, Shen darted his eyes at him. "No." Shen shook gruesomely. The peacock had dissembled to panda.
"Yes, you do!" Po sensed him freely, realizing with his smaragdine eyes glowed from out of the shadow. "You can change yourself, Shen!"
Po grasped the shrouding bars softly when approached Shen ahead. Closely looking into the peacock's robe, Shen's sleeve nearly summoned a single, feather blade as Po merely cautious softly. He embarked to Shen tenderly. "Forgiveness is one thing that you can choose. You've gotta let go of that stuff from the past because it's just doesn't matter."
You've gotta let go of that stuff from the past because it's just doesn't matter. Shen recalled one of the two, final words of the Dragon Warrior he once advised the Lord of Gongmen to choose his fate of clemency in the light.
"Do NOT make me gash you!" Shen barked the panda vindictively. "You have said that, twice! It is already too late for me to change my course, panda! You have seen me, how I tried to kill you!"
Shen swiveled his feather blade he lunged into the shrouds of hollow rocks behind him, embarking to scream as the peacock released all the anger from his flesh of eyes. Po went departed from raging peacock as the panda drew his green eyes as if the albino kept slicing and cutting the bars with his throat burning like fire.
Shen fails to slice as many shrouding bars as the peacock outrages thunderously with a wail he tried to slay the panda. In the exact nostalgic from the War Ship, his blades once sliced the snapping ropes into shattering bars. "SHEN, STOP!" Po shattered. The panda withdrew his feet and sensed the cold rocks behind him. With a hundred times Shen could not cut through the shrouding bars that went immune to any hits as the peacock breathed out into exhaustion from his wings, and his final attempt to shred.
His feather blades cracked apart below his metal talons, then his feather train of red and black spots had torn into ashes of tears.
Po scanned the peacock spinning and collapsing himself into the dark ground. Shen struggled to his stretching wings as he sat behind the shrouding bars as all the feathers cluttered apart on all over. With no exact words to speak with Po's sharp eyes of sadness peacock, Shen held his fresh crimson eyes burning, after he failed to restrain his pouring rain inside of his scarlet eyes.
Po immediately strolled to Shen quietly as the panda could see the peacock's useless blades because of the shrouding bars that cannot penetrate, or sliced. He crouched down to Shen on the front of the bar as the peacock trembles in his feathers, then covers his face with two, long sleeves.
"No one, and eve— even— even you will forgive me." Shen grimaced, sniffing roughly. "I... I do not know where do I begin to change."
"It's not too late." Po reasoned Shen persuasively. "I can feel the good in you, Shen! You've gotta let me help you guide peace! Ignore all the bad past, be like water as of today, be Gongmen City's best Noble Lord, whom you have destined and oath to protect from enemies!"
"How. . . How did you find peace?" Shen inquired Po as he turned his long neck to panda.
"When I found inner peace," Po clarified meditatively. "I noticed why I faced so terrible in that village I was born. I'd lost everything and even my. . . My mother as well. Since at the fireworks factory, I've wanted to demand more, and started to hate you. But that's not the only way to hate you more because of what you have done by killing innocent villagers.
"Revenge is not my way to bring back my mother and so to innocent villagers. I could see how that memory will always never forget that I was there, and refused to go away. Shen, since you are still the only enemy that I cannot kill, I must know my enemy like you. As that prophecy still exists in which you are still not dead, or whatever the reason we may be together in one piece, that I can see what we are now in a truce.
"My heart has been healed so often to search peace. It is the best gift from my master to know tranquility by his own tortoise master. Grandmaster Oogway."
Lord Shen gazed to panda at a remarkably constant part after peacock calmed his clenched beak deeply. Reflecting on the panda's inner peace from the screaming fireball that Po captured most of the lethal fireworks Shen recalled. In Shen's scarlet eyes, he merely thought more to have tranquility crucial than ever.
"I know you want to talk more," Po discerned, patting on the peacock's shoulder gently. "You can talk to me. Huoju is not around here."
Shen had shut to his own eyes as he needed to look back on his first demise of the War Ship. Deeply inhale, Shen recalled the collapsed weapon above him that he accepted his death with a closing, scarlet eyes peacefully.
"I— I— I saw peace," Shen remembered the final, breath from the crushing cannon. "Before my demise. . . I had felt the serene it had touched my heart from. . . from my mother."
"You did?" He asked Shen melodramatically.
"I journeyed in a prosperous realm, along with my— parents," Shen replied impassioned with a profound thought when peering into the panda's green eyes. "I could not describe what their new home is, I saw lovely gold, white waves, constellations, floating temples, and there were people."
He went to Spirit Realm! I should have seen him after I met Oogway! Po figured while the albino clarified more.
"My curse, it still exists, and heaven dragged my crater of my soul down to damnation, with that demon. He grasped and resurrected my soul crater that I did not want to continue my suffering. With all the work I have done, everything I did, it is all. . . my blameworthiness."
"You've wanted to stay with your parents," Po said factually.
"No. I wanted to stay inside of the inferno." Shen pointed forthright.
"Why?" the panda demanded bewilderedly.
"That demon judged me to send my soul down there," Shen stated, recalling his farewell peafowls from a beloved sky of heaven. "My parents knew what was wrong with me, and all the things I did a virtuous for the wrong reason. Because of that, panda, I am a murderer. The color of death. My crest and my train colored into death as everyone frightens me."
"You are not!" Po disbelieved to peacock reverently. "It's just you are afraid of anything that could kill you. That symbol of 'a warrior of black and white' could do to salvage you from evil. That doesn't mean I must assassinate you for killing pandas and atrocity cannons you have forged!"
Shen slowly rose from the ground behind shrouding bars while Po communed in consideration as the peacock preened his feathers, then listened carefully.
"If there's a theory that any 'a warrior of black and white' is not one of the pandas to stop you, then someone will be the one who has a symbol for you to conclude," Po states boldly.
"Who?" Shen inquired after he rotated his neck to eyes on panda's green eyes straightforwardly.
"Anyone. . ." Po answered truthfully. "If by not concluding you, Shen, then there can be only one who will unite a symbol within a mystery."
"What symbol?" Shen insisted cautiously.
"Hope," Po answers candidly. "Unity."
By understanding Shen's conclusion of his symbolism of yin-yang, Po's thoughts may consider such possibility of unity with hope instead of peacock's fate. Not just the peacock's defeat of Po's accomplishment to stop Shen for creating many disastrous cannons and conquering the city of Gongmen as including China, but to Shen's mystery fate may soon realize the unknown solution to Soothsayer's prophecy.
Lord Shen mainly believed the panda's truthful answer to search peacock's unity and hope. For that answer, both Po and Shen could seek a mystery. A mystery could synchronize only by peacock himself to solve. As the albino peacock finally agreed to Dragon Warrior in a friendly manner, a swarming bat has entered the Hollow.
"My Lord," the bat safely landed the tip of rock, panting gently.
"Mianfu," Shen recognized the bat appropriately in Mianfu's right eye scar. "Report?"
"One of the bats of mine would like for you to share your knowledge more about those creation weapons of yours. Zei and Bian Fu need some assistance." Mianfu uttered.
"Mind your brothers that I will arrive the field test terrain within few minutes," Shen ordered Mianfu formidably.
"Yes, sir," the bat nodded in high spirits. "What happened to your feathers, Lord Shen?" Mianfu demands confusingly.
I beg your pardon? Shen thought bewilderedly as the peafowl examines his feathers below him, including his metal talons thoroughly. "I preened my feathers enough, Mianfu," Shen bluffed as he normally clarified, describing the shadows as peacock pointed around himself. "These shrouds were irritated that kept me insane."
"Well, you're not the only one, sir," Mianfu figured in a considerate determination. "Your buddy Ying was wobbling his body insanely like something small with eight tiny feet he described, crawled behind his back, scaring the hell out of bandits across these holes. Ying thinks that the dark walls were the ones intimidating him."
"Is that so?" the peacock determined with his eyes wide.
"Yep. Probably the Prince's pure magic to terrify any bandit."
Shen and Mianful had to admit this blight within the Hollow was no welcoming, only the Prince as many reflected about him interest any prisoner to speak before the Dragon Warrior. The albino tugged his feathers in his long sleeve and trekked.
"Shen. There is still a chance for you to change, and forgive yourself," the panda's after Shen softly turned to panda serenely. "You have to think of what you are doing, and why do you need peace. There is a concept of it. Consider your future and something you love most."
The peacock gave his thought to Po's exhortation. Shen also realized as a word concept to discover his questioning by himself. Not by the urging question, but consider more important than what you thought of many things such as life, tranquility, and harmony. For instance, enter your meditation without focusing on the past, and what thoughts you have been through, clear your mind, and let your head guide where water flows your surroundings.
As Shen noticed the panda's urging words to consider relevant, he silently mouthed to panda with a gesture of personal over his feather near his beak, pretending as agitated when Mianfu saw the peacock being disturbed successful. Into Shen's beak, a two of silence, mouthing word has prevailed to Po's eyes.
"You should speak for yourself, panda." Shen clenched his feathers disappointedly. "You will do as Huoju, or I command, and never advise the Lord of Gongmen what to do!"
Shen shifted his near shredded train rapidly as his other feathers are soaring gently throughout the shrouds when both peacock and bat withdraws from the Hollow of Dungeons. While Mianfu flew away, Shen decided to saunter himself alone in the column halls when Po's thought of peacock, is mainly interpretation as the panda, however, will soon guide Shen to search inner peace.
I wish I can help you, Shen. Po thought cautiously. I gotta keep talking to him more. Po continues to reflect by the next difficult to notice energetically. What about Tai Lung? Does he need to think about not the entitlement because of not fitting for a reason? Oogway saw his heart by refusing that. I can help Tai Lung too! But he needs to speak with me sooner. There's gotta be another way for him to change, and forgive.
I hope.
Lord Shen roamed into the columns from the other side of the Hollow of Dungeons where none or any prisoners are occupying. It is all gruesome with the dark over rocks that goes warmth around the peacock's robe, however. With all the reddish scorch over the terrain of the army of bandits and souls, Shen stands onto the tip of a cliff gently with a profound thought of Dragon Warrior, who shall endure the presence of peacock's conflict of peace.
Tai Lung on Shen's visual below the graves of bone rocks is skirmishing the Wu Sisters with their leopards of snarling cry.
Why clemency myself from that panda?! Shen thought frantically. Does he ever or any I opposed before forgive me? No one will!
Shen glazed his scarlet eyes on Hollow of Dungeons as all covered in shadows beyond through craters, and caverns with blackness rocks.
Did he ever say anything about peace I must have? Shen thought ongoingly to insist himself as he recalled Gongmen City to peacock's final confrontation of the panda. Had I once asked him at such outstanding surprise that how did that panda found peace from the battle at Harbor from my city? Took away the panda's parents, and scarred his life I endured to the end?
Shen at again recalls the painful, memory of the fires that crawled from under the houses and grasses of Thriving Village. Then the raging waters of yin-yang with a star that Dragon Warrior caught the metal ball, and pitched it into the Warship faster. Lastly, at peacock's struggle to the ground with frantic, a surprise of the panda's inner peace as Shen broke everyone's seeds entirely.
That panda's right. Shen reflects with a nod truthfully as he goes on continuously. I strongly desire peace much valuable. There is only a way I must conclude my suffering: The truce, and inner peace from that panda as my opponent who spoke as freedom, is a redemption that I should absorb his harmony.
It is my newest circumstance to claim my thought. It's difficult to choose my path I must seek, and I have been journeying through my anger, my fear, my hate, my suffering. I must leave out of this, and that panda realized how I am in trouble of not finding tranquility on my own, and even that old goat. Soothsayer wanted my life to conclude my madness, to fulfill my parents' doze peacefully, and make my family proud to the exact right path for my second chance.
The panda is my nemesis. We must understand, and cannot murder ourselves. The art of fighting does not become part of the violence. It is essential for peace from war. Does my enemy pardon me? Will he ever forgive me?
To my fear: Death from the symbolism of yin-yang I prepared something which would have murdered me one day.
My anger: I destroyed the panda's village as I felt responsible, it was all the blind, I sighted fear to slay them all the innocence. Pandas were people. Not killers. They- They were -
Children. We are all children.
To my hate: I had shattered everyone. To my parents' seed. To their loving. To their prosperous. To their happiness I had taken theirs, then I made mine.
What was my suffering?
My suffering: My family.
Their sorrowful, hailing throats. Their eyes poured with suns on their cheeks. Their deadly wounds from shattered seeds. Their demise from a depression of ice.
My mother's tears. Shen's mother, Lady Muqin had sobbed in front of her son's rage at the Sacred Flame courtyard, filled with rain.
My father's anger. Shen's father, Lord Feng went furious toward his son's madness at the Sacred Flame courtyard, filled with inflammatory.
My nana's depression. The Soothsayer goat nearly had a heart attack after she revealed young Lord Shen's accused of the desolation of Thriving Village.
My brother's glare. Zhong, a Wolf Boss who had lost his only left eye, hated his brother's insanity who ordered him to slay innocent pandas.
The next aching to Shen's reflection of his nostalgic, the snows filled with pillows over the cold around him. A peahen in blue, and purple robe once first encountered her new interest of Lord Shen from Gongmen City, who named herself as Xia. All the shreds of flames grown into a rage by the ashes that crawled into some pleasant. House with wood, with a much artifact of golden glass and a roof made of clay from outside, and interior of brown mahogany rooms made of hardened paper with Shoji walls. His wife's grimace eyes and beak shook at Shen before the ceiling collapsed.
My love's broken heart.
A final, wistful sadness of a caw poured down to Shen's reflection of remembrance. On soft snow filled with beautiful, sunlight with clouds, the young lord encountered a lonely child of an albino peacock in long, blue silk robe, and only cobalt crests and blue train feathers who played the pillows of snows below him.
Same as the cawing of wistful sadness that Shen recalled his son at the battle of the Kong Bai Stadium, the young peacock had grown with intellect and smart than Shen's intelligence. To Lord Shen's blade, he lunged his son's lung with terrible, accident, Dongji's blood had poured into his robe that Shen's rage has languished. Languished to all the fear. Languished to all the anger. Languished to all the hate. Languished to all the suffering.
Dongji. Shen reflects his son's birth name.
My son's wound. Lord Shen has released his single, pour from the rain of a star from scarlet eyes of albino to his beak, suffering in his intellect as the purest sorrowfulness, slips away into the breeze of warm air from the peacock's flesh of pain.
My son is alive.
