Episode Six: Light


Chapter XXVIII

A Sudden Acid?

I am in wholly petrified as pale stone. My body becomes still as a shiver from the one-eyed commander Wolf Boss in front of me. Is this a dream? I think. Hopefully, every taste, sense, hear and vision are all real, and my Lotus. What if this is not real? I consider again. I say perfect, but not what I expected to some an interruption from Zhong, who he has said a word: daughter.

The elder goat's voice enters my mind. One of the Master Wolf's guards will offer to seek you after the Tournament. Therefore, your father loved you more than other wolves. This wolf is undoubtedly the only warrior with a firm name as if my Lotus in front of me with embracing paws we touched ourselves for over seconds. Her eyes and mouth vibrate motionlessly. "No need to shiver your fur, boy," Zhong says, smirking with a palm onto the air in front of me.

As the wolf leader approaches me closer, I improvise my breath, nearly hesitated, and merely grasp Lotus's back with my entire left arm. "Yes," I grin, skipping my throat. "I am your daughter's best friend, sir. I looked after Lotus since her cub year. My grandmother was the one who brought her from the orphanage place to my Shui Palace. I am Xing, the Fellowship's leader." Zhong seeks my right paw almost reaching to him. Somehow, a father can be quite jealous and show him how dangerous nobody touches his daughter.

Of course, Zhong can see me solemnly. His paw nearly clenches as I am used to anyone's grip like Tigress's. My whole hand crushes as shattering bones (he cannot hurt me), gripping tightly and shaking respectfully. "You knew my brother's father. That albino peacock with red train who became an ambitious lord of Gongmen."

He nods gradually as a dying flower from his eyes. Noticing what this commander hears my predicting voice, Zhong barely looks into our ocean. "There are many discussions I can explain," says Zhong, releasing my paw as he gently glimpses into my ocean eyes. "A fire camp is where I will talk, to let many of you all here and even Prince Dongji notice the truth about Shen and his parents. Not able to make circumstances as the archers and I are now your allies, the best solution for our forgiveness can let us clarify, and hopefully accept to tell you all with honest."

"No!" Tigress roars, intercepting us from behind. She tightly clenches Zhong's right wrist and jerks the wolf away. Viper and Crane convene behind Tigress; Peng and Mei Ling merely gaze many of us as this discussion can be a result of discomfort. "Touch my nephew again one more time, and we'll set sail back to Jade Palace, and excuse Emperor Huangdi," Tigress warns the commander, insisting with a snarl, and rage as fire into her eyes.

"No need to be rude," he retorts, apologizing with a down flicker to his ears. "I just want to speak with my daughter, alone."

"Then tell me why?" My aunt hisses, flickering her own amber eyes widely with vexatiousness. As the three of Furious Five nearly assembles, I softly grip Lotus's paw, considering genuinely as this clenching discussion goes into an unpredictable situation. All three can defend. Therefore, not many masters interest these wolves who were bandits. Formerly or not, the commander and archers accepted their clemency by Huangdi last night.

Notwithstanding of forgiveness, Wolf Boss gazes understandably in front of my aunt's insist, and so to Crane and Viper to listen to Zhong's very reasonable way. He stands to his ground without retreating with his two archer wolves behind. By that goes silent as the winds muted, the commander starts clarifying.

"When I was in Shen's army, twenty years ago," his tone embarks with accurate in the middle, stating without stammering, "when Dōngjì's homeland went desolated, my village was under attacked by the Boar Clan. Two of my lieutenants in their youth age were there, including my daughter occupied there with my great love in my old cabin. I could not arrive in that village because of Shen's order. His order was for me to obey his protection, and all that was worth to assemble my men to forge dragon cannons. I, secretly, sent my crew to the Wolves Village to search for many survivors, even… my family.

"After three days of Wolves Village aftermath, my crew gathered plenty of survivors. Young children. Cubs. But- no one found my daughter and great love." Zhong shatters his voice, shaking his closed mouth as one of his own eyes gently pours into glimmer on commander's right cheek. He is telling the truth. I consider, sensing his grief in his mind. Crane, Viper and my aunt seek the wolf's tear. However, I palm Tigress's shoulder at a single inch after she slightly moved.

"Master Tigress," I call her. "This may be a better idea for him to commune his daughter." This discussion has ended, nothing to reject. Nothing else to object because of the fact I observed commander's sorrow in him without showing on the outside except his tear. We already finished a decision to let Lotus speak her long, lost father.

I caressed Lotus's cheek before she saunters with the wolves into river boat's indoor. Tigress orders Viper to look over the archers and commander. The reason? Depends on what circumstance can go wrong. What if Zhong tricks us? What if he lies in front of us, and acted out (part of kindness and that great love thing) wrongfully? If he has said something about great love, does that mean he lost someone? His wife?

"You guys don't like them, right?" I ask both Crane and Tigress when the wolves went to the indoor.

"Our hate is not the right way to dislike them, Xing," Tigress explains when she walks away to the right upper deck. "It's their stench they smell like a wet dog." Not able to judge her answer while Tigress leaves in earnest, the Five always become aware of those wolves depend on how reckless and outrage to do trickster.

"Okay…" Crane stammers, trembling his feathers, "Maybe that's not an absolute way to dislike those wolves." He gazes my eyes, clearing his throat. "What we encountered them before, is that they are, ironically, outrageous in front of the villagers at the city, you know. Not many wolves are too gentle as your friend Lotus is such kind right now."

"I can see your point, Master Crane," I conceive, understanding with a nod.

"Once you see many wolves who can rage at anywhere else in China," he clarifies, pointing elsewhere by not just the trees, but every land of China on the horizon, "you and the Nine will know why those guys are dangerously aggressive. By the way, Xing," Crane begins, scratching his chest with his left talon and a smile to his beak, "your aunt desires for you to let us train Wing Chun with your brother Lao. Can you teach me?"

This bird is flawless to fit in Wing Chun. I think. I haven't seen any Crane master do Wing Chun in my grandmother's vision, but my ancestor was the one who created Wing Chun along Master Oogway. "Let's get started," I grin.


Third Person's POV

The Hollow lightened a torch inside the cell. The firelight merely touched the rock surfaces around a bare sight figure of a black and white bear who perched down on the solid ground next to the bar close. The panda's belly growled for three days of hunger. However, the Dragon Warrior has not eaten his favorite appetite for noodles to his adoptive father's restaurant. Po stared down a shroud, in completely selflessness with such humiliation.

The torch above him is the only path to see the darkness all around him. Warm, slight comfort (except the shadow rocks), and light is the key to visual many for those who need or want to encounter Po. A little pale stone appeared in his jade eyes beside to his right hand. Cold, firm, almost sharp on each side. How fragile he seeks the only gray rock from out of nowhere and only the shadows colored in pitch-black, with quietness surroundings.

Murmuring voices entered not moment ago. Po's left ear softly twitched as if he can listen to someone's conversation, coming in closer somewhere inside a small, subterranean prison. With no weapons around the panda and no chi he cannot summon because of Huoju's presence laid across the shroud breeze around Po, he can only use a weapon tool to use: a pale rock.

As the Dragon Warrior approached in front of the black bars himself alone, the voices are summoning closer. Closer. Closer and a little louder as you are whispering to someone's both ears. Something goes elaborated as Po is cautiously prepared himself to swing a rock toward anyone or more who are occupying to somebody. He is ready and consistently will not hesitate if the guards or possibly bandits will draw near.

The panda hid next to the shroud rock, an open space where he can easily crouch there, and make an ambush to prevail. He stayed there silently as many voices have arrived in front of the black bars. Did he recognize their voices? Okay? These bandits' sounds are familiar. Po thinks. My rock is ready. Prepare to feel

"Psst!"

"Who goes there?" Po insisted, forcing his tone sharply.

"Hey, panda! It's—"

"Shut up, Gary! Don't let that Ox hear us!" the voice whispered with a sound of a slapping thud. The panda perceived those voices before. He crawled out of the space, rising uncontrollably, and imaging the three crocodile gangs. Around Po's height, then the other next to the leader, and lastly enormous gator beside to the right. All three glimpsed at the panda with a little smirk.

"No way! Fung?!" shouted Po, releasing a pale rock, and gripping both bars in front, and ask. "What are you guys doing here?!"

"I bailed out Chorh-Gom Prison with Gary and my gangs," said Fung, sparkling his eyes in front of Po."We merely got ourselves escorted by that big Ox dude."

"I thought—" Po began.

"We didn't," said Fung, shaking his head truthfully. "Huoju took us here in this, uh, this place we've never seen before with thousands of army bandits."

"Wait a minute. How many?" Po inquired, giving him a bright green star toward Fung, Gahri, and Lidong.

"A lot. I mean, a lot," Fung answered, pointing elsewhere across the subterranean rocks. "Whoever that Ox is, he's got many friends like you have no idea I know plenty." Po could notice Fung is telling the truth, convincing the Panda certainly, as if many bandits continue to grow at an indefinite number. "How did you get captured, Po?" Fung inquired the panda while the torch lightly touched shadows.

"That big Ox who acts like, 'You must be the Dragon Warrior,'" the panda mocked. Three crocodiles go perplexed. What? Confused Fung, tilting his head. "Just a big guy who collected everyone's Chi. Mostly, I mean." added the Dragon Warrior, then immediately asked the leader in a serious tone. "Fung, why are you here?"

"Po, I know you got many questions," Fung realized, drawing himself closer to the bar, touching the shroud. "We don't usually like to join Huoju; we pretend to act like we are on that Ox's side for survival."

"Yeah right!" Gary disbelieved, waving his palm in the air at once.

"Gary!" Fung snarled, shutting him silently. He revolved to Po after Gary apologized. "Huoju's got some guts than us — also that peacock just… just spoke like political."

"You mean Shen?" inquired Po, realizing what a word political and familiar peacock represents the meaning of recognition to the albino.

"Yeah," Gary nodded, "and we encountered another peacock with some tiger at the Valley of Peace. He looks like Shen!"

"Keep your tongue inside of your mouth, Gary!" Fung silenced Gahri, hushing him calmly. His second-in-command of the crocodile gang realizes he became surprised and highly concerned. Fung immediately gazed Po again. "There is also snow leopard guy here too, Po."

"I know right?!" the panda surprised roughly. "I banished Tai Lung and somehow has returned by Ox-demon."

"At least you knew, and met Tai Lung before," Fung said, embarking to recall and tells Po. "He said something about Jade Palace, and concerning about someone who he was closer than his adoptive father."

"I know what he's talking about," Po determined with such an idea. "Tai Lung knows about his nephew, Peng. My friend who he searched his uncle throughout in China, that I banished Tai Lung to Spirit Realm using Wushi Finger Hold."

"You've got a long tale to speak, Po," Fung said, consistently thought more to his story as also. "As for me, I got a lot to talk about mine too, before Chorh-Gom and right here too."

The two companions communed each other for over a half hour. As for Po and Fung became as good friends on different times, the Dragon Warrior spoke only two of the most excellent adventures where he including the Furious Five traveled the largest city in all of China, to serve justice against the peafowl lord and stopping the collector near secret panda village at the mountains. Fung, in his story, he told Po as him especially the crocodile bandits have ventured through the south of China, to do what was best for leaving Jade Palace and the Valley of Peace alone.

As Fung continued to communicate with Po, he once clarified about one of the Boar bandits urgently angered toward the bandits including the crocodile gangs, as they all including three robbed all the gold and yens at their homeland of the Valley of Peace. With the reasons unknown, Fung and his gangs family urged, and likely not able to do bandit days as Fung explained to him at once.

"Here," Fung thought as if he including himself highly spirited about their venturous stories. "I have some food for you. Lidong."

His enormous, big muscled, sharp skinned, reptile cousin, Lidong, handled a gray rock bowl to Fung. Po snatched the plate as he sensed something he never expected. Not from around here, including his age around elsewhere. What Po's jade eyes brightened ahead of the bowl, is all mixtures of gray pasta with green leaves steamed through his nose from the dish. His sense was cringing.

"Fung?" the panda called him, determining the crocodiles as they immediately chose him—

"Po, my bandit days are over, just when I decided not to intimidate many people and make more things into circumstances." Fung reasoned the panda, shaking his head entirely and his eyes began to quiver.

"In your dreams," Gahri insisted, noticing what he convinced himself that Fung is trying to bluff. Fung, however, does not. His leader nearly fist Gahri closer to the left cheek, making sure he does not add another word whatsoever. Fung immediately stayed focus on the panda as he offered himself to notice every meaning elsewhere around the mountain.

"Listen, Po. I'm not the one who cooks this nasty food; I would never do that to make gray noodles with green leaves in it," Fung pointed the pasta. "The only way I can cook naturally is some organic potatoes. Listen, Po," he stood closer to the shrouding bar, Po perceives carefully. "We're not alone to do this part for you to help. Gahri, Lidong and I were convened by that peacock secretly, whenever he was busy helping those bats doing some field testing at War Camps near the Column Factory.

"Those lethal cannons added in it mysteriously, Shen said he did not put some chemicals where some list of metal scraps on his paper to improve. Huoju added that to do something where dangerous thing could be seriously deadly than Shen's cannons before. What my gangs and I can do is to give you as many foods as we can. No one knows what we are doing, except us, and Shen," Fung said in optimistic, "For today, Gary and I will help you in some other time, not every day. I'm sorry, Po."

Next, the torch behind Po colors into slight red and orange. The enormous crocodile sensed nearby voices approaching nearby, by the shades of subterranean rocks echoing over a whole area around the prison. "Cousin, we have to move," Lidong said urgently, palming his cousin's back. "Huoju's guards are nearby. We cannot let them attract attention."

As Fung agreed strongly because of Huoju's guards became stern, and loyal by Lidong's truth, Po conceivably noticed. "Fung," the panda called him before Fung, Gahri, and Lidong turns to Po. "Please be careful."

"Yeah, you owe me one, Po, and I will owe you back, just like old times," Fung said, then escorted themselves out of the shadows. Sprinting quietly without having nervous in their intellect, Po sighted the brown cattle guards wearing shrouds of dark armors around them, as he tossed a gray rock into space where he went previously, and Po blindingly sat down to the shadow stone.


In a land of roughness rocks filled with a large area of field testing, the red veins in the subterranean rocks extremely gleamed into a crimson flow. Hammer metals cling as the pedal that slams every piece of sword gloss to shimmer a sunset glow from the hot, pouring pot. Frankly, every bandit ruthlessly practiced a combo speed attack to harder interception, in which go from outer side to inner area around them.

The peacock, standing above the cracked and groaned skirt of the wooden platoon house inside the red war tent. The scarlet candles are flawless for him to his preference, likely warm and breath heavenly whereas kindles lightly touched Shen's feathers including his gray robe. Lord Shen insistently gave a thought for his cannons ahead of him, to watch every dragon's breath prepare to fire towards the red target mark above the rocks near Column Factory. A dark, brownstone terrain of the field test area with the iron temple where many bats significantly practice target just as simple use to ignite: aim down on your sight, match the lighter, and then — kaboom.

Albino peacock caressed the dragon's golden slither skin with his feathers, made of hard, and metal as a shrine beautifully. Questioning to himself as if Shen gave an earnest thought of the Dragon Warrior by convincing the peacock to change. For instance, Soothsayer's words at the Firework Factory, she tried to let her adoptive son alternate the next course for the sake of Lord Shen's parents to live in peace, without a severe suffer in their death.

What can you perceive yourself in your mind to change? Who can let Shen go through compassion, even if he cannot see inner peace (still considering it)? What if Lord Shen could forgive himself in front of Po and many people he saw, and for those who mostly cared, to fix every mistake he went through?

Shen's consider was interrupted; A squeaking voice convened nearby as the bat in a brown vest, he hanged on a large string in upside down. "Beautiful, isn't it, my lord?" inquired the bat.

"It is… strictly staggered, Mianfu," answered Shen, stroking the golden dragon's metal skin. The peacock's mind distorted a flash of vision in him. A memory as he recalled all the darkness of every person's rage, scream and terrible battle with blade's cutlass castrated the breeze with a yell across the field. Familiar voices crawled into Shen's head, the only those who used to care for a family of his.


You are no longer in my province of Gongmen.

The cup you choose to fill has no bottom.

You should have stayed dead, Shen. You are not brave, your brother is.

As if he quietly struggled in his mind without showing the pain in front of the bat, however, his enemies (in which he opposed to those who avenged the death of Thundering Rhino) intervened as Shen spoke.

A lifetime to plot his revenge, and he comes to me on his knees.

Are you willing to die to find the truth?

Do you think knowing will heal you, huh, to fill some crater in your soul?

You and your precious kung fu will die. Then China will know to bow before me.


His mind softly shatters as a single candle touched him. Noticing how Shen uncontrollably caressed his whole crest to embrace his weak emotion without showing his ally behind the peacock. "Ready to command, sir?" Mianfu notified Shen. A sort of question brought Shen's awakening from a minor shatter with a light scarlet from his own eyes. "The dragon cannons of yours at the Column Factory are preparing to fire."

"How is the construction built of my physic scale for cannons, Lieutenant?" Shen insisted Mianfu after he slightly turned to the bat with a stern manner, sauntering to the wooden table with mappings, and symbolic icons indicating lists of zones throughout China.

"Completely work as essential, my Lord," Mianfu said, basically describe a little detail to offer Shen notice the status of his dragon cannons. "Here. Huoju once spoke to me that he wrote some recipe here." The bat leaps down to the mapping table next to Shen. Mianfu snatched a silver line of papers, showing a construction built of fire-breathing metal dragons with spheres. Shen, however, desirably used with knowledge of plans for years since he was able to take over his parents' city. "Great mixture of powders with something extraordinary. A sudden acid on that metal sphere on a top right corner can tear down any structures in front of the fireball, sir."

"A sudden acid?" Shen bewildered, gazing to the bat's yellow eyes and then the construction map with all the listings below the cannons and metal ball.

"Huoju desires something a little more, lethal than your fireworks, Lord Shen," Mianfu said, at honest to give another information as the bat pointed the listing requirements from Huoju's plans. "With acid in the fireball with blast radius will shatter better, and impact more around ten to twenty feet wide. What do you think, sir?"

"This is ins—" Lord Shen stammered, skipping a nonsense word as if the peacock must search another term to his mind quietly. Double checking to Huoju's plans on a list he reads again, he finally seized a positive statement in front of the bat while Shen rotates his long neck to Mianfu. "This is breathtaking," the peacock staggered. "Set your bats to their positions!"

"Yes, sir!" Mianfu obeyed, soaring away with his wings to escort himself out of the war tent. For that moment on after Mianfu's vacate, Lord Shen has changed a feeling like no one around him shall ever notice him being surprised. He immediately indicates the listings in front of the table, with an iconic metal ball with the addition to shrouding clouds. What on Earth does Huoju want? More powder with acid without fireworks? That will spark the entire metal ball.

Shen's original work was supposedly cannons with firework powders that screamed thunderously and ravaged many places like his parent's tower collapsed to the side. With something unexpected to notice Huoju's additional firepower on his list, the peacock, however, must gaze his cannons at the field test area while a sound of battle horn whistles across the whole mountain over the subterranean lands.

Moments later, Shen strolled through the tip of the hilltop, observing thirty dragon cannons lining up to the horizontal line on the top of the Column Factory. As the temple gleamed into bright scarlet because of the terrain goes ragingly and softly lightened to the other side, thirty eyes of black target marks positioned across the subterranean land. Twenty-five regular cannons target the top eyes, and the other five as advance dragon's breath by Huoju's, must aim what lies near the terrain.

Shen carefully sighted the land of all five eyes, realizing what he shall see something to terrify every innocent to visual Huoju's wrath. "Ready, sir!" Mianfu soared beneath Shen, as the bat added about the army of bats took their positions, ready to command by either Huoju's, or Shen's.

"Take aim!" Shen ordered him as Mianfu passed his corporals to message every bat throughout the field. Ten bats remain in their positions to each cannon, three moves a large torpedo at the higher angle, shifting down as the other six pushes up in front of it; only one goes on a crosshair to aim directly where a fireball will go drop. As the physics Shen learned it and taught with bats, every angle remains a target where a metal ball can catapult towards it.

"Ready!" Shen snapped the bats. While the peacock remained still, he gently surprised to notice a mysterious acid inside the metal can do something lethal. This fact, however, substantially considered a replacement of fireworks to sudden acid, which Shen regarded the shadow ball. Most bats squeak a sound of preparation; Mianfu nodded in front of Shen, one bat in each cannon raise a small, light match as they go in front of a pre-spark behind the base ring.

"Fire!" Shen yelled, echoing his voice all over the subterranean land as the bats ignited the spark. One shot on the metal, shrouds flame-like shadows scorching on the breeze, swimming upwardly. Goes up as the metal shadows sparkled as the flames, screaming and tearing down the breeze into the eyes of targets.

Splash! Kaboom!

Each blast snarled with scorch, building up to a glare scarlet and sunset beam becomes smoke; splash as Lord Shen experienced the visual of dangerous, spectacular explosions, his eyes and feathers quivered heavily. This. Is. Insane! His breath entered his beak with a gale of bristle, darkening his red eyes toward the bats which they cheer with higher voices. What. Have. I. Done?

"That… seems incredible, my lord!" Mianfu beamed with a grin, soaring near a peacock who became a pale stone with anxious. "Now as your cannons can go unpredictably as your wrath, our boss Huoju volunteered me as your second-in-command. Can you believe it?!"

"Yes," Shen nodded at the bat, balancing his tone without perturbed. "I desire to congratulate you as my newest partner, Lieutenant. I am proud of you, Mianfu." When by able to show gratitude without a side of anxious towards the bat, Shen could realize what his cannons represent the power and a path to destruction in front of all whoever goes in its way. By that course as he gotten blinded after many years with hatred in him, the revelation by his father's eyes arrived anxiously.

Not for a while, the peacock glimpsed himself into large corridor shadows after the success of dragon cannons, walking without turning back as clearly unbalance his talons. To that of course, the passageway what Shen listens is mostly the cheers filling the breeze around him, even the terrify tones.

Shen arrived through a front, hilltop near his cabin, not far from Huoju's prison. He stopped himself with his heart flowing cold in his chest, realizing how deeply the peafowl created the wrong path what lies near. Another failed attempt? Another accomplishment but to his fate can go at Shen's defeat again?

"You there, peacock," a snarling voice summoned nearby from Shen's train. His crimson brightened to a star, glimpsing to golden eyes of the snow leopard who walks in front of the peacock. "Sorry, Lord Shen," Tai apologized, informing him using a title respectively after he concluded his own feet.

"Tai Lung," the peacock recognized.

"Those cannons, it seems… beautiful," Tai pointed his paw to the south side of the Column Factory, smirking with beaming glare of the golden sun. "How did you make those dark flares around the fireball?"

"It is not me who is the maker of acid cannons," Shen reasoned, "The weapons I forged with metals are what I created."

"Seems well to understand your point, my lord," the leopard informed. "Those cannons can tear down Jade Palace, and whole people in all of China."

"Why Jade Palace?" Shen asked Tai Lung, glimpsing him genuinely.

Tai strolled beside Shen into the small brown cabin, staring at the splash of lava beneath the hard hills. "It was used to be my home, Lord Shen. My perfect life where I once raised by my father. The red, panda master who is sagacious, and gifted student of Master Oogway. For many years I occupied there to accomplish my goal. And that goal was to become the Dragon Warrior."

"Then your Grandmaster refused that title for a reason," noticed Shen, rotating to Tai Lung understandably.

"Yes," Tai balanced his voice, glimpsing the peacock's scarlet. "Not to mean I want to destroy my father's palace, I desire to have the power of the Dragon Scroll to claim."

"Then what will you do to your former master, Tai?" Shen insisted.

Tai Lung seemed to gaze his intellect carefully, however, noticing the hardened breath of the red panda's air struggled on the concrete arena. His mind unquestionably made attention to recall Shifu's ocean eyes. Therefore, Tai remembered a smile of his adoptive father's face during the years of a cub. A gentle purr, stroking his cheek onto Shifu's jaw inside Training Hall.

"I do not know," Tai bewildered, embarking to stammer as the snow leopard regularly gaze down the hills while the crimson lava glimmered into golden chi. "I... I saw him. Shifu is still alive. He is the only family who I concerned him as my adoptive father. He'd always smile when I went over Training Hall and flowing energy within me with all the leopard style of kung fu. That I looked into Shifu's eyes, he noticed how I made him so proud because the way he taught me about life and tranquility.

"For many years of peace —" Tai rotated to Shen's eyes, the crimson warmth the snow leopard's back silently. "— there was someone who I mentioned my father's next student along with my... Wing Chun teacher who she became so stubborn, a lovable creature who supported Oogway and Shifu. When I sat to the long, mahogany table inside the Training Hall as I grasped my whole legs with my arms, my dad's student barely gazed at me with a shy. She and I were both mobilized with a tremble. Her eyes were so lightly than my eyes, as we barely talked to ourselves."

"Who was she you met? Shifu's student?" Shen inquired, being curious as his crests flickered up.

Tai immediately recalled the Jade Palace entrance. The sunlight glanced into pure gold from the sky, gleaming two forms entered the Hall of Heroes lightened in jade, and glass reflection elsewhere. "She came from some Palace where, where some people look after many children who they lost their parents. Her name, her name was..." Tai revealed a name as he sensed the natural color of amber eyes, entering the hall along Shifu smirked at him, and beside the tiger cub strolling themselves to approach snow leopard.

Lord Shen also remembered the night as the morning shine in the horizon rose over Gongmen as all red torches colored warm, and sudden loss of the heroes' eyes (not necessarily). His scarlet targeted the amber eyes of a tiger warrior on a War Ship along the four masters, who grimaced at the peacock that she saw the wrath of a screaming cannon impacted the panda with a black pan he carried.

Tigress. The peacock revealed one of the Five.

"I need to speak to that panda," snow leopard's thick voice brought peacock's attention in a real situation. Tai Lung considered an unusual that the Dragon Warrior knew his nephew. "He said something about my kid. My nephew." The leopard sauntered across the hilltop to descend himself away from Shen's brown war tent when the peacock's crest pulled downward.

"Before you stroll there," Shen concluded the leopard with a rotate towards Tai Lung's eyes. He tugged his feathers in his long sleeves, gazing the snow leopard as Shen embarks to clarify him the situation. Tai listens with a flickered left ear after he swift to peacock. "Huoju's guards will arrive there any moment. You cannot go there unless the Prince desires either me, you, or anyone can expect arrival in his presence."

Tai Lung nearly opened his lips. His thought changed his mind that he was about to have a meeting with the panda desperately. Instead, he communes. "Well then," Tai perceived, glaring up to Shen's calming red eyes. "I assume that I must have patience and more training with the Wu Sisters. What are you going to do? Lord Shen?"

"Improvising my schedule plan," answered Shen, pointing his war tent filled with piled up maps on the mahogany table. "I will see the panda soon without myself detected."

Tai nodded before he dismissed into the pillars at beyond the reach of iron hilltop terrain. Shen entered his war tent; his home where he merely reads the mapping of cannons for ten annuals after his resurrection. An icon of peacock's eye Shen glares it closely. A black spot screeched its horror with peafowl's breath before he gazed his son's train splattered in crimson.

What Shen had done according to his intellect, his gloomy feather blade itself darted in front of Dongji. A mind where Shen seeks a complex of tiny bits of shadow entered his head without what he saw a horrifying scene of his son nearly drained his blood to demise on the floor. My son. Oh, my beloved Prince Dongji. Why did I dart my blade in front of him? How in the name of Gods did I not see my knife tossed in front of my Dongji? What I sought, was him grimaced and struggled on the ground, losing his blood with my fragile heart so splintered.

If my master can mind control towards anyone like I was on that day I raided the stadium with his army, he is responsible!

What if the panda will forgive me? Will he ever forgive me?

"Let go of the illusion to control," the elder voice rang upon Shen's crests. "Follow the reflection in the panda's inner peace, Shen."

"Who said that?" demanded Shen loudly, glimpsing all over the interior of war tent while the peacock draws his single, feather blade from his right sleeve. No one (except Shen) is in here.

"You are too concerned about tranquility, my dear Shen," the elder voice summoned to peacock's ears. "The path you seek is your clemency you can assemble with the panda."

"What are you?" he insisted with a thick, shaking voice. Shen swam his head around the war tent repeatedly at such awareness, sensing his feathers shivered like goosebumps.

The summoning voice chuckled lightly. "It is I, Master Oogway, who saw the future of the panda's yin and yang," Oogway said, Shen's crest rose higher and gazed through many scarlet candles lightened in pale, and gentle as his heart stopped pumping louder. "You are willing to guide prosperity, to suppress your suffering, to heal your parents' hearts, to believe in hope."

"Hope?" repeated Shen, rotating elsewhere as he seeks the rectangular mirage of the peacock with brightened crimson eyes. "Hope from the panda?"

"The Dragon Warrior is your mentor to help you seek peace," Oogway said. "A new hope shall go among China to end the rise of hatred on war."

"Who?" Shen tilted his neck.

"The warrior who perceives the light within the people's chests. The hero who shines through the dark clouds with white light. The warrior who converts worthy of unity to absorb the flow within him, to discipline the nemesis's mind, to bring a balance of love, harmony, and happiness. The prophecy of the Mightiest Warriors."

The Mightiest Warriors? The peacock thought. Who are they? Have I heard about them before?

"Your mind has misremembered to your father, Lord Feng. He once spoke to you a tale about your ancestor from the Great War, who battled with his colleagues against the army of Fire Clan, to fulfill justice and restore harmony," Oogway said. "The cup you choose to fill has no bottom. Absorb your mind as water allows you to flow through many troubles causing in your way to healing, then you'll guide through peace with your panda ally."

"How? How?" Shen bewildered, swiveling his long neck through this whole tent to show Oogway's form. Therefore, the voice only summons by the peacock's intellect, not from any bandits nearby. "What is your motivation for me to see what I crave?"

"You must find tranquility," Oogway said. "You have the power to change your course of the future." The elder voice disappeared from the scarlet candles breezed through Shen's robe that warms him to comfort because of the silk. The maps moved after the gentle breeze settled Shen's aware, the peacock notices something supposed to do after the unexpected call from Oogway.

The schedule. Shen conceived, then approaches to the table with piled up maps of cannon to search the blank paper to write. I must create my scheme. Hopefully, the crocodiles are cowards to brave through Huoju's guards, but not entirely stupid.