Fate
An announcement. A celebration, then a confession. The panda stood at the altar. He stood in front, holding her hand. A female panda that he liked was arranged for him. Spirits were high and hidden. A dreadful feeling engulfed him. Po nervously smiled at his bride-to-be, but his mind was away. He looked into the crowd for two colors. Black and orange. Her lips were frowning. Even with the female panda in front of him, regret boiled in his mind. He and the tiger shared so much: dreams, hopes, fears, and wishes. But they couldn't confess.
They wouldn't.
So was it fate that the party was crashed by bandits too early? Was it fate that the defeated female panda was a mastermind criminal, making the wedding a sham? Was it fate that Tigress comforted Po that night in a very special way?
A/N: Wanted to do a Micro story. I understand why you don't see enough of these around, but still.