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Finally finished this piece I started forever and a day ago...

@crayfee The phantom with wings waving in the back

Me... the goat?

Well, anything, if anyone wants to join the drawing, let me know :D

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A Kung Fu Panda fanfic novel

Author: GrayZeppelin

*Spoiler alert: One of Kung Fu Panda characters returns! Be at your risk!*

A silent breeze. Every place was within cursed near the mountains. The snow has filled with frozen drops of ice beneath the skies. Somewhere in a distance of a small village and mysterious mists of scourge mountains, a rabbit once guided a small road with the lantern he once used for each night to confront his own cousin's house. Alone in the dark with only light, the snow breathed the air and breezed his cozy cloth and dimmed the torch. A cold wind trembled rabbit's body, not many villagers of this small, loneliness village have to see him in the dark at once a while during a snowstorm.

His warmth cloth and a torch could safely return to his wooden house by not far enough on a small homeland in a road he always sauntered beside a steep side rocks. The wind has called into silence; the snow immediately triggered a slow, immovable, snow in the air. The rabbit behind could not see float-able objects when he nearly returned home just on the other side of steep side rocks below him. The rabbit did have a family of his own; he couldn't get himself another warmth cloth in this terrible storm where one day ice will frost living things strongly enough. Most villagers in a steep side village could use fire in their own house to keep themselves warm, and making sure no one would be in frigid if they will use a much warmth cover-ups and cloth.

The rabbit stopped for a moment of confusion and a flurry of snow above and behind; the floating objects were immovable. The rabbit thought the snowstorm has stopped for now. But the way he considered carefully was all snows suppose to fall instead of staying afloat. He pondered what was going on in this land, the rabbit distinctly comprehended a mountain behind toward Northwest was a very cursed place where evil occupied there, and Méngméng Mountains near about thirty-five miles North, where one of the two petrified statues ultimately resurrected by a wolf summoner. The long, echoed scream has shouted from above the sky. The rabbit spotted a vulture carrying a large tan bag including a crimson spark eyes on him. The squawk was not from the village, a muffled quack and pierced cry screamed in horror as the rabbit determined someone inside the bag where the vulture entangled it, spinning through the breeze of a snowstorm.

Vulture's spark glanced, he had enough of the goose's terrified scream. The lonesome bird spoke. "WHEE!" he snorted, "Screaming makes me laugh! HA!"

The vulture continued soaring with his large black wings. A goose somehow went taken and bird-napped (kidnapped), as if the messenger stumbled and wept into a shatter. The vulture had a long, and swift day of being in the air without a stopping for at least a day. The goose named Yao has worked with his master from Wolf Palace. He believed that Master Wolf would be able to search his supporters like him. How will anyone find Yao? No one hasn't noticed about the mountain except Ming's grandmother's presence and now Ming and Shifu. The snows at beyond vulture's space around him were within the sphere. As the snow stopped floating except total yards away, the rabbit down below a steep side, trembled in fear. He noticed someone in a bag had captured by a "cursed" vulture. The snow behind bunny billowed with a loud, gust of snow storm once vulture soared away with a screech.

The vulture immediately glanced through whole mountains. This annoying bandit controlled the sphere surrounding him with a snow using spark eyes. Someone mind settled the vulture's soul, nothing alike jade warriors made of green like Kai's supernatural powers. However, the spark and a life taken soul were different and worst. Vulture in a reddish-vision sought one of the flaming torches waving near a tip of a Yǐnxíng Mountain covered in clear snow. At down towards steep sides, sparkling eyes of Gorillas spotted their ally with surrounding snow spheres. Usually, a pirate wheel alike connected large rope that Gorillas pull the steering. String on a tip unlocked freely. A leopard who waved vulture with a torch cleansed a white puffed snow using a spit fire from his mouth and burned to clear a hole path under the mountain.

Over many lights on sides of this mountain were Gorillas with steering wheel immediately opened a large, flat entrance from the top of the ridge. In a right moment as a vulture snarled with anger and released his talon grip, freeing a goose inside the bag in a midair near a tip. Yao terror with his scroll. Somehow, his job was to send a letter to the Emperor about the information of Tournament. He might have gone lost before he was captured alive.

Inside a deep, darkened, entrance hole, the bag glided like a raindrop. Surrounding Yao, everything turned warm, and something shouted elsewhere as bandits occupied, slightly not a comfortable place to live in under the mountain. The goose continued screeching horribly in the air as he would never fly inside a bag. In only what he sees is all pitch black and drag down he feels. All the rocks below the hole begin to darken with reddish veins. Thousands of spark eyes are everywhere below, living souls.

Everyone's lives have taken. The dead ones, the living people and warriors from wars, and frankly most bandits who now joined a group of some unknown clan to make plans by claiming China. Where all the veins glossed underneath the mountain, these forming nerves filled with many hate that disciplined all the souls, building artillery, military, and catapult weapons and nothing alike Lord Shen's metal cannons. Just a filth fighting and savaging combat that can kill anyone. Every soul hurled their life into familiar orbs similar to Chi taken. These vulture scouts ascended to goose and snatched him with sharp talons. They burned his cloth slightly, and the goose could experience a dying wound among his feathers. After a short, shout pain after both vultures dropped the goose onto a solid, gray bridge like the metallic iron-like sparkles, the souls trudged and dragged goose among them.

The veins brightened a gush of blood over the huge rocks; the shadows grew in outnumber. This vulture pulled the messenger to the Northside bridge; the shade of black clouds spawned to someone with crimson orbs stood larger than most of the bulls. The shadow breathed slowly as the bull. A body shaped figure with large horns lingered remain on a piercing, solid rock as it gazed the trembling goose and then the vulture beside. The goose frightened with a quiver onto his neck and beak, and he carried a large scroll message on his feathers.

"Sir," the vulture on the right called to the shadow, clenching his talon to messenger's sleeve tightly. "My ally has found him near Khong Mountain. This messenger has Master Wolf's scroll in his feathers, and that goose might message to someone important."

The shadow figure summoned dazzle crimson from his eyes, snatching Master Wolf's scroll on Yao's feathers with clouded shade it disciplined with its claw or a hoof; the shadow scrutinized the manuscript after goose immediately intimidated.

Your Highness

I noticed about the upcoming Tournament from your message to send around China. I may have to send my messenger to inquire you a simple question at once I must train my students. When will you come to my Snow Palace, my Emperor?

-Master Wolf

Excellent work, Commander. The shadow said in monstrous tone with a murmur to its lips, then placing the scroll on a large bag beside the second orb on the left. Call out the army, and speed their work as possible.

"Yes, sir," the vulture nodded and bounded off the sparkling bridge.

The shadowy figure of an enormous body roamed after the vulture dove to the bridge and screeching his snarl. The messenger could not do anything for himself to flee; once bandits were surrounding him, giving a grimacing look and growl toward innocent goose. Yao rotated his neck in front as if the shadow clouds spoke inaudibly and its crimson eyes went brighter than the fire. He visualized the shadow in black revealing itself. An Ox-demon, evilly smirking in gray armor with gauntlets and black kilt to his body. He drew a flaming sword from his left kilt, pointing Yao's neck as the blaze raged and intimidated him to such ferocious.

Do you know who you are sending this message? The Ox insisted the terrifying goose; Yao popped a single egg below him where bandits and souls perplexed in their eyes.

"He doesn't seem happy." The lizard guessed in metallic armor.

"He too awkward," a Badger commented.

"Listen!" Yao tremored, swimming his neck quickly behind and front. "I do not want any trouble! Please, I'm just a messenger, I want to go home!"

Your home is here, now. The Ox immediately exhibited. You go back to your land, and you'll report your master, and rumors will begin to spread, son of Tuan.

"How do you know my-?!" Yao surprised in fear, but the Ox interrupted him.

Your soul. The Ox perfectly identified goose's life within his body. He can name anyone's real identity from Ox's dark ability. I can sense your pitifulness living in you, Yao. Next, the goose at once again popped another egg as Yao confirms trembling.

"He's pushing it too hard," the lizard jabbered.

"I think he wants to make out with you," the Badger spoofed the bandit.

Enough! The Ox commanded his bandits forcibly. My discussion is between the goose and me. Return to your camp, and wait for your lieutenant to start training tactics.

"Forgive us, master," said Lizard with an apology, nodding with a bow as both him and the Badger dove down from the bridge, and their bodies vortexed into orange orbs, soaring beneath bridges and across many platforms over the subterranean land. The Ox knew his Bandit forgave himself after the Lizard started humorous way along the soul badger. By then, the Ox returned conversing to the messenger in front.

I can set you free. The Ox said as if he bent his head to the left. But you'll have to clarify everything you must know about that message you are sending it to who you deliver. Do a such a favor for me.

"Who are you?" the goose demanded.

I am the supreme ruler of all China, the Ox answered. The essential warrior who skirmished people that built temples and repopulated their existence with knowledge of tranquility. Henceforth to who you demand ahead of this soldier you seek, is-

"Prince Huoju," the voice spawned beside the shadows. The Ox sighted the hawk who clarified the goose after this bird soared beside his evil master. As the Ox named Huoju from one of the Emperor Khan's high warlord and a son, depressed himself by closing his eyes. "The great tyrant who eradicated every master and student of all China. Known to himself as Ruler of Retaliation, and always the Prince of Darkness."

Huoju shrunk his pupils after he brightened his crimson eyes, glaring directly to the hawk; the bird's throat dragged back, smothering his air as the Hawk struggled to the dazzling bridge, caressing his throat with a shake. You disgraced me to interfere in my presence and clarifying the messenger for my reputation. Huoju snapped cooly. The son of Tuan already knows my name. One more blunder, I will obliterate your existence. Return to my palace in thirty minutes, Ying.

Huoju returned his pupil frequently and dimmed his crimson, releasing Ying's throat as if the bird inhaled louder, panting heavily. "Yes, master," Hawk then flew away. Huoju apprehended why hawk always made stupid mistakes so many times as the Prince eagerly hated the bird. Just then, he immediately announced every bandit around the central mountain and many platforms and temples of subterranean land by never, ever interfere Huoju, unless he will inform them to do. By then, everyone officially agreed loudly with an echo,

You'll have to come to my Throne Room, the prince snatched Goose's cloth in front. We'll discuss privately.

The Ruler formed into a grayish cloud. He could fly among the smoke as the messenger trembles with such frantic, horror. The sound of ashes began to outnumber, workers, bandits, and souls watched their master flying beneath a vein mountain below while smoke searched a circular platform where Huoju occupied as the Throne Room built with bone chair and table. Within the inner hole from downstairs, the monument of gray Ox in a long robe with sword pinned to the floor stood, glimpsing down with a tense smirk,

Huoju shook the goose as the Ox gently thrust him to the table. The Prince sauntered beside the chair, caressing the hardened, black balcony with rocks, peering onto these lands, these horrific territories, enough gathered with such complex form of stones where bandits camp their own home, growing wickedness to spread hatred and immoral. Weapons sharpened, hammering metallic swords enough at the blacksmith somewhere near a steep rock. Every bandit growled from the fighting terrace near the steep terrain with red smoke from many holes, brawling themselves n combat to face a skirmish training for a focus on kill, not justice, and surrender. The Ruler does not care to have any lives to beg them mercy; he only created everyone's fear of death in which impressed him on the darkest path of all. Fortunately, the Prince has prisoners as if Huoju glimpsed to the far-right down the road to many section roads and bars. Prisoners were the ones from villages as only hundreds remained innocence they have captured, because of seeking a horrible situation that can be witnesses and must report a suspicious concern to any masters in China.

The Ruler clarified into negligence as if the Ox shared a tale to the Messenger while facing forward. For more than five hundred years of being resurrected, and I desperately dishonored my father for leaving every master behind who survived Qing Temple in seven hundred years ago. Huoju said in a matter of desperation. My dad's wish was to conquer the land everywhere and slay the life prosperity.

Huoju could not stand more patience to intimidate Yao. The Ox noticed what waste could spare goose life to live. He would not be able to kill him, and he will merely do worst by abusing and harm. I will ask you one final time. Huoju again summoned his flame sword, combining his shadow he snatched the goose and directly aim the tip of the billowing fire on the Messenger's throat close to him. Do you know who you are sending this message?

Huoju had no choice. His fire sword continued intimating a goose as Yao terrified, making the goose's feathers shivered persistently. The fire crackled and nearly burned his neck feather. The goose screeched; Huoju withdrew his razor sword as the blade itself wailed thunderously, and Yao immediately begged mercy to the Ruler. "NO! I CAN TELL YOU! PLEASE!" Yao cried, covering his wings to his head from the flames. He exonerated after a cry. "Master Wolf... Forgive me!"

The Ox chuckled. He slightly sheathed his fire sword away next to his kilt. He swirled his shadows behind the goose after dropped the Messenger to the hardened platform, vanishing the smoke with a gale.

Do you condone him? Huoju inquired to him wickedly. Perhaps your master will severely punish your life.

"Yes…" Yao replied, trembling his body with a shatter to his cry and air. He does not want to be dead or killed as if the Goose covered his whole head from Huoju. "I am sending this letter message… to the Emperor."

Emperor. Huoju surprised, yearning the Goose's trembling eyes. Is that right?

"Yes…" He replied again horribly.

Huoju gave a consider to his thoughts. He stormed through the list of Emperor names from many centuries that which he carelessly bothered them. The shadow of his entered Yao's nose and to his intellect, visualizing golden temple inside the glass Throne Room, where the Goose stood on the balcony and met an elegant, elder gray water buffalo in a yellow silk robe with detailed black dragon and yellow eyes in front last week. Huangdi. Huoju named the current Emperor of China. He insisted Yao. What kind of the Emperor interests now?

Yao forced his beak to open, mumbling as if the Messenger quivered his mouth and stammered. "He... he interests all classes to enjoy martial arts…" the goose explained. "And someday in within a month from now, he'll choose any top three categories to challenge in the tournament soon…"

Such spirit. Huoju affirmed, turning behind the balcony and glared the veins of the subterranean platforms. He is molding the Tournament. That will quite gather all masters what have left survivor's students and once everyone is there, no one of this life will remain to exist and will proud to my father's avenge. He wanted to rematch. Huoju wanted to slay everyone but failed in his past. He humiliated his father, and now all the sudden the Prince would want to create something many disasters to make his father delighted.

Huoju swiftly turned, and demanded the goose in a soft grimace, When is the Tournament will open?

"I do not know…" Yao shook his head, pretending not to reply, nor prevailing the date after the revelation of three classes next month soon. The Goose was aware that when the Tournament will open. He was mindful of the fact that what can the Emperor of China will plan the stadium and other like which masters will come and village visitors. Yao could not answer truthfully but added a brief instead. "All I know is that the Emperor interests kung fu and all martial arts. I swear… Beg my life a mercy!"

Huoju laughed at once with a scoff. Very well. Huoju forgave and affirmed. I can let you go… But you'll have to send me every rumor you overhear from the Emperor and all masters.

Yao snapped as if the goose glimpsed at Huoju in full orbs. "Why?!" Yao asked horribly.

I only want a messenger. The Ox craved strongly. For what purpose is by listening much intelligence to share. No other agents of mine will travel their wings to legit. That could be a reason the Ox ordered vulture to kidnap any messenger. The prince wanted to have a courier, but clearly, no one of his armies got a simple person to message anyone across China. He used to have one back along with his father before petrified years. Why would Huoju want a messenger for a purpose? He has a hawk who can fly and be a messenger instead!

But, the Prince eagerly met Yao's eyes and his soul, you are one of Master Wolf's best messenger by traveling faster in a sky with your stronger wings.

"Oh dear…" Yao quivered rapidly.

Before you leave, Huoju added, my vulture companion will seek your back by making sure you travel Emperor's homeland and Palaces except for your master's home. He comes closer to the goose, snatching Yao's robe in the air with a stern look and letting his breath spawned with fire and smoke in Huoju's mouth. Yao frightened. If my best warrior lost sight on you while you return to Master Wolf's palace by clarifying everything about me, and whereabouts including my such of plans, I will burn you and your entire bloodline.

Yao drained multiple eggs after a terrified feeling from the deranged Ox. Huoju ignored the eggs. Are we understand?

"Yes!" Yao cried softly.

Good! Huoju chuckled evilly. By then, you return in each time, and you will call me Master. Now leave this mountain at once! Get out and go to the Emperor's Palace!

He tossed the goose in mid-air. Yao terrified in a shout of horror strongly. The goose soared higher he goes, and the vulture immediately stalked him as long as he must do from master's prior order. The large, loathsomeness bird guided the Messenger above the hole where the Goose fell before; both birds escorted themselves out and disappeared. Now as the Prince of Darkness serened to his agitated mind, he sensed footsteps from behind.

"New crocodile bandits have arrived," the soul badger in midnight vest noted the Ox behind. Huoju discerned the truth of the Badger as if the minion added while clearing his throat gently. "Their leader assembled his men. They are interesting your conquer plan."

Remarkable. The Ox pleased.

The Badger took a glimpse on the black table with skulls. He looked on five, perched legs that hatched from the Goose. His spine shivered with coldness as his feeling climbed to his back of the neck. "Are these eggs?" the badger confused mumbly.

The Ox knew about goose's terrify situation. That is no concern for you to consider, he replied. Gather them to the training. I will arrive there in the next hour.

The Badger nodded as if he complied Huoju's order solemnly. Just as the bandit sauntered beside him and about to leap, the Prince held his left hoof open. Liu. One more thing before you soar yourself across the terrain. Inform my bird companion who occupied alone within his dungeon. Tell him to come to my Throne Room immediately. I shall speak with my colleague after Ying's presence.

"Yes, master," Liu nodded, then vortexed his own body into a red orb, soaring away from Huoju's Throne Room, and deep down to steep side rock ahead of Ox.

Shortly after Liu's dismissal, Prince Huoju sauntered through his hollow inside from his Throne Room at downstairs. The petrified statue ahead of Huoju stood beyond large rocks behind as if the Prince peered only a statue. He lightened red candles in front of the large, stone Ox figure in a long robe carrying a sword. Huoju immediately prayed to Emperor Khan character that has duplicated from Mengmeng Mountains.

I have found the Messenger I've been waiting. Huoju kneed himself alone, praying to his father in front as all the candles lightened in red as the rest of his father's belongings perched ahead of it. The iron shield with black paint of fire symbol, the golden cape with a light banner, and thorn crown beside the cape. The Messenger shall overhear any such rumors about this 'Tournament' from the Emperor… Whoever person is, I will endure his title, and reclaim what is yours… father. I can sense your potential. By having strength will become invincible. At this time, I only bow respectfully to you. Every parasite will see my wrath and someday, will make sure your son bows to no one.

Huoju concerned. The Ox respectfully listened within a mind of shadows. He could hear his father's past over his head. Within each candle floated like lanterns of ash, lightened through stones where the Ox reincarnated beside his father near Méngméng Mountains. The voice is communing like a snarl, and Huoju severely cautious.

You will fail, the voice spoke in rust whisper. The light must fade. The darkness must grow. Your life evolves in procrastinate, and you must conclude your waste. The strength, cannot be broken. The warning will come forth to your fate, son. You will soon seduce by the hands of the light.

I will assure your caution. Huoju said in understandable. By the time anyone will lure their lies in front of me, no one will cease my actions.

We shall see.

Everywhere returned normal after the pray. The candles immediately lightened the rocks all around the hollow. Footsteps approached from the Throne Room above the stairs as if Huoju recognized huge steps strolling near him. The Ox-demon met the eyes of a scarlet, pure as the sun and revealed itself as the black bear in shadow armor, and black kilt. "Master," the soul bear called him with feminine, croaky voice. "Ying has returned."

Moments later, the Throne Room glimmered to so dark, and violet stones within the whole extent and the Hawk sat on the chair to the left side of the table as Huoju discussed to this nonsense "intervene" in which the Ox despised reasonably. Huoju had enough of his complaints that the bird ensured himself to follow a direct order and many mistakes he encountered. Such wasteful, and stupidity. In any such order from the master, the hawk then some other way made unsuccessful and imprudent. The bird perhaps hated many fails because in which case in his mind, he was not feeling like being part of the company, but needed to obey the master by working with him in such way.

The hawk begged Huoju. He listened to the uncomfortable meeting through all of Ox's complaints and warnings for over minutes. You are the fool. Huoju upset, stabbing the dagger on a pile rock table. I gave you a specific obey order. And yet, you apologize too much for many mistakes.

"It won't happen again, master," the hawk promised.

We shall see. Huoju said darker, familiar to his father's warning. Tell me. How many of my men in this mountain?

The hawk shortly had some thoughts, as if the bird slightly opened his brown beak, then closed inaudibly. "About exactly three thousand, sir," Ying counted men instead calculating them all before the look.

Huoju clenched to his hoofs, and tensing his cheek through his nose, glaring directly into bird's eyes. Three thousand? Huoju repeated, agitating his tone that nearly rose from his throat angrily. I want more than three thousand men. Is there anyone in China have not interest my army?

"Not yet, sir," Ying cannot realize other bandits' interest. Nevertheless, he saw Huoju's hoof dazzled into flames. The Hawk noticed his master listened to him, having alone with him and the bear who endlessly smirk with a sense of sharp red orbs at Ying, and the Ox reflected to strangle this bird. "But there is something that could help you gain-"

Gain on what? Huoju cut the bird's word solemnly, interrupting hawk and turned toward Ying.

Ying inhaled to his beak inaudibly, stumbling his words within a second, and replied. "There is a trio somewhere in Chorh-Gom Prison who can increase more army you'll ever have."

The Prince landed his hoofs to the table, leaning and craning his neck forward to Ying; the Hawk shook his neck freely. Trio? The Ox determined, and inquired interestingly. Which trios do you apprehend, Ying?

"The Wu Sisters," Ying named the legend criminals; Huoju bent his head to the right. "They were the ones gathered many bandits by using banners and recruitment posters across China before, as all three sisters planned to claim China for a purpose. About six years earlier, I believe the Sisters transported to Chorh-Gom Prison for what Kung Fu Council reasoned the Emperor of China that the jail near Jiānyù Tǔdì from South was not having a full secure to use sarcophagus."

Charming. Huoju surprised into fascination; he drew his body back from the table after leaned ahead of the bird. The Ox revolved to the Bear next to the door, as the grizzly grinned with a nod. We'll set their freedom and soon join my clan.

"You want the Wu Sisters, sir?" the hawk asked, rising from the table's chair. "There are thousands of rhino guards protecting the prison!"

The bear's orbs glanced into scarlet and dazzle violet close to her pupils, meeting the Hawk's trembling eyes she combined bits of shadow infiltrated Ying's beak. Ying's body stoned without an inch, as his heart stopped pulsing. Smothering to neck and lungs, becoming purple as Ying's eyes lightly shaded to tears, and he stumbled to the floor. The bear sauntered close to the bird; Ying tremored with eyes began to color light red with veins.

Huoju palmed the bear's right shoulder; the bear's velvet, purple orbs returned to scarlet as if the Hawk gasped and inhaled loudly, coughing harder.

You learned your lesson, Ying. The Ox warned the Hawk. Don't you see I am interested increasing more army I'll ever have? I want everything else to prepare before going to war! The Ox threw a fire dagger next to his flaming sword, and nearly stab Hawk's throat. Ying trembled. He could the Ruler has had enough of trillions of mistakes. The dagger then floated, returning Ox's hand. And now I have the next quest for you. Keep searching any bandits who interest my clan to claim China, and make sure no light will overhear my conquer. Is that clear?

"Yes, master," the hawk nodded gruffly.

Soar across China with vultures. Do not come back, unless you give me more than three thousand men.

Ying glided, far away he flew to the ridge entrance above the mountain to search any bandits around China who will be interest his master's plan. The Ox's temper grew outraged, inhaling and exhaling through his nose like a bull's growl.

That idiot should not have existed in my presence. Huoju grimaced, shaking his head roughly. He's just a fool. Huoju can exonerate many times he could deal anyone's mistake. He should have killed the hawk in a sarcastic way to Ox.

Two evil warriors heard clinging steps near the circular stairway. Huoju focused glaring forward as if he enjoyed glimpsing fires beneath those terrains; the bear beside him gazed a welcoming visitor, as she looked the shade form with red-orange eyes who strolled with iron claws that scraped. Leave us, Phantom. Huoju ordered the bear dearly. My companion and I should discuss privately. You go scout with your archers march forward to crocodile armies they arrived in front of the gate. I will be with you when I finish with the albino.

The bear Phantom agreed with a short nod, spiraling her body into a red star, and soared across the breeze through Southwest of mountain entrance.

"Master Huoju. You summoned me?" the elder voice convened from behind the Ox. The shadows covered a soul to someone except red-orange eyes.

Yes, indeed. Huoju surprised, eradicating his grimace and inhaling his nose breathy. You have not been around in my Throne Room for months already.

"Sometimes I urged myself to confront you in my preference," the elder voice said ordinarily. "The only matter I do that is by glancing your bandits and must go solitary. My vision had a glimpse through my failure where my parents expelled me without deep affection. Nothing else satisfied."

I see your point. The Ox listened. You've had to see your dead parents from the past to indulge genuinely. The prince apprehended to someone behind him in shadows without glimpsing behind. He only sought reddish veins over the vast inner mountain in front filled with all souls and bandits working much harder for an active obey an order by him. The rumor from the goose is true. He has now begun to acknowledge my command.

"Just as you have a conceive," the elder said in understanding. The shadow of a bird with long neck tugged his feathers within long sleeves. "I overheard your grimacing tone across the circular stairway before my arrival. Did that Ying have such disappointed mistake again?"

The Hawk made me desperate. Huoju said icily, shaking his head when facing the stone terrain. Ying made mistakes. He befriended you since I resurrected you at the heart of the port.

"Shall I judge Ying after his return?"

No. Huoju refused. Leave that to me. Let him live for a short time, until, one final mistake. The prince enabled to see Ying above a hole in the mountain where Hawk egressed.

The Ox sighted the elder's mind. He could sense any person's feeling sincerely. The evil of shadows foresaw a vision upon a life form inside of his mind. A glimpse of disturbance, loss, selfless, and defeated by the shape that soared into an appearance of symbol Yin Yang. In within random glimpse of the memory, Huoju contemplated sounds of howling wolf cub, the echoes of a snarl that obeyed armies of bandits. A final glimpse within the dark bluish depths from the port filled with agitated, damaged ships floating with drowned wolves, the shadow ignited smoke that attached a life form under a submerged water, surrounded by darkness, and resurrected an albino form who screamed with foams into sphere flames inside and vanished.

You may be wondered why you couldn't stand yourself a chance to rematch this panda you encountered him before, son of Feng. A familiar character has listened to Ox's consideration. Someone is in a shadow! That prophecy you once were spoken, is history. The next era will fulfill my father's retribution, and the light will fade.

Huoju turns with a somber over his eyes, by watching a bright, cunning person who shall want to claim something that belongs to that familiar character. Huoju could barely see the peacock in the shadow! Everyone knew who he is! You'll grasp Gongmen City, the prince distributed the elder peacock, and I will have the world, Shen.

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"birdie". "Hey birdie". "I think I caught your attention...". "what's happening?". "hey...". "HEY!". "NO, STAY BACK! DON'T ATTACK!"

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