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Introduction and Episodes 1-2 (A two-part episode) So, you’re reading Spiritual Lessons in My Little Pony, Friendship is Magic. You’re probably wondering why such a text exists, much less why it’s written by a guy. The truth of the matter is, I believe everything should be given a chance. I also believe everything we do, listen to, and watch should be compared to scripture. That’s why I took the time to explore this entertaining show to give you a basis to compare this cartoon to Christian life. Believe it or not, there’s not too many shows out there that’s for the kids as much as it is for the adults. In either the entertainment value, or the message behind it, many shows are one way or another. To narrow it down further, there are many kid shows that have no learning values, besides perhaps how to count. That’s another reason why I like My Little Pony. So, I encourage you to, if you’ve never even watched My Little Pony before, to use this as a reference guide perhaps. I hope, if anything, it’ll give you insight into the Christian life and how to compare that to everything we go through. And, who knows, you just might come to enjoy My Little Pony as well. In the first episode, Friendship is Magic, it opens with this task sent to Twilight Sparkle, a brainy pony who's a little too focused on studies. MAKE SOME FRIENDS. She was sent into town to get out of her books and into the real world by the order of Princess Celestia, her teacher. If you remember the first episode, it explains that Celestia’s sister, Luna, turned evil and became the ghastly Nightmare Moon. She was banished for her evil ways and locked in the moon for a thousand years. Yeah, pretty lonely sentence if you ask me. Twilight figured, based on some books of hers, that it would only be a matter of days before Nightmare Moon would be released, just in time for the Summer Sun Celebration. All the while Twilight is in Ponyville on her make-friends mission, she worries about Nightmare Moon being freed. I’d like to focus on the first part of this episode first. The part on making friends. How often do we spend time with God? Really, ever morning, every day? Or are we like Twilight, who figured our other responsibilities are more important? Am I saying our challenges are irrelevant? Not at all. I'm only saying our main focus should be on God, and, just as it turned out in this episode, the other things take care of themselves. In the second part of the first episode, Nightmare Moon, an evil mare intent on destroying Equestria, tries to falter the six main characters in their quest to defeat her. Along the way, she presented challenges by manipulating what was already there to distract them. Each character, one by one, used their skills to defeat the challenge. What skill does Satan and his minions have? Only that which distorts, and only if we allow him to have the power. The popular culture today states that when demons attack, we can't control it. We're at its mercy. Let's see what the Bible has to say. Malachi 3:11 says, "I will rebuke the devourer for your sakes." God will give us power if we ask for it. One of the more crazy ponies in the series, a party-thrower named Pinkie Pie, brings up an excellent point when Nightmare Moon tried to scare the six off by distorting the trees to look hideous and fierce. Laugh at your fears. Why? Because they can’t hurt you. You'll also notice in that episode that Nightmare Moon only distorted what was already there. She didn't create anything new or anything that would overpower the six friends. Satan can only distort and twist what is already good to try and use it for his purposes. I've seen this in my life. Only God can give us strength to overcome, Satan can't overrun us with anything more than what we, with God's strength, can handle. Please review and tell me if you want more. I hope to write on the whole series. ^^

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Is Steven King's work pretty suspenseful? That's what I heard about his books.

The next day found a bunch of snow-trekking Kung Fu masters cutting wood. Axes and hammers weren’t necessary, all the masters found a way of cutting the timbers to pieces, then carry them promptly back to Jade Palace. Tigress held a smirk on her lips as the day continued by, only disturbed by her breaking of the timbers. At one point, Po whirled around upon hearing humming. “Hmm?” Po asked himself. It appeared to be coming from Tigress, who was just bringing wood back to the Jade Palace. Po quickly split his logs, gathered them up, and ran to catch up with Tigress. He tripped, falling as the wood fell from his hands and met his face plant, but Po quickly gathered it up again and soon came alongside Tigress. “Was that you humming Tigress?” Tigress looked a little uneasy at that moment, looking at Po. She finally looked back forwards and said “it was.” “What were you humming?” Po asked. Tigress stopped, looking down. “I don’t remember. It was just something I heard in the orphanage I grew up in.” “Wait, wait,” Po said, standing in front of her, looking concerned, “you were raised in an orphanage?” Tigress looked up than nodded. “Master Shifu took me in.” Po looked amazed. Now all that had happened made sense. All that Tigress had told him about Ti Lang made sense to him. No wonder Tigress was so angry when he first arrived. Especially after becoming the Dragon Warrior in her place. Imagine how she must have felt always trying to please Shifu, after Tigress had told him he never loved anyone like Ti Lang. “Um,” Po said, not sure what to address first, Tigress’ past or the fact that she now cultivated humming. “I’m sorry,” Tigress said, walking again. “I’m foolish to think of anything other than our work here.” “No no, wait,” Po said, catching up with her, “it’s not that. I’m just amazed that your singing; well, somewhat!” Tigress gave a lopsided smirk, then chuckled. “I’m glad.” With that, the two continued to the Jade Palace than back to their work. Po couldn’t help but feel glad for Tigress. It was good to see his favorite of the Five was happy. It made her seem a lot more approachable. Lunch break came around, and the group broke to eat. Po made more of his amazing soup, but decided to splash some hot sauce in it. “Here you go guys, with a little something I thought would help warm you up.” Tigress grinned at Po before she tried it, eager to see what Po had done to the soup. Po drank his and was content with the sting it gave his stomach. It felt better than being frozen. He noticed Mantis, who was standing on the table beside him, looked like he was excessively drooling. “Hey Mantis, you ok?” Po asked. Mantis looked at Po wordlessly and nodded. He hopped down from the table and walked outside, whereupon he was gone for a few moments. Monkey coughed, leaving as well for some reason, only to come back a few minutes earlier wiping his mouth as well. Viper looked like she took the soup a bit harsh, and Crane noticed. He quickly ushered Viper outside and the two didn’t return. Po was a little confused by now as to what was going on, when he saw Tigress smiling up at him. She had some drool dripping down her face, which she wiped away with a paw. Po didn’t know what to say, then it suddenly hit him. He smacked his forehead with his hand. No one liked the hotness of the soup. Tigress chuckled to herself, quietly excusing herself. She exited the kitchen too, Po watching her leave. Po got up and walked to the door, peering outside. Everyone was eating the snow that had just fallen in the courtyard. Po hit his head against the door. Oh man. Everyone was being so polite to him, the whole reason for their absence was foreign to Po. Tigress came back in, clearing her throat and composing herself. She opened her mouth and tried to say something, but a rasp was all that came out. Tigress covered her mouth, looking embarrassed, then tried again. No effect. Po looked saddened at the failure of making his soup tolerable. Tigress had a silent laugh and hugged Po for assurance around the neck, then left for her dorm chuckling to herself, a raspy, throaty chuckle. Part 3 Master Shifu unofficially let everyone free that afternoon and evening. Not only was there enough wood to heat the Jade Palace until tomorrow, but, he noted to Po with a cold stare, his food took a drastic toll on the other Masters. Po immediately went to throw out the sauce, angry as the rest of the masters ambled about, most of them, like Viper, retiring to sleep off the pain. Tigress, who Po thought was one of the masters resting, tapped Po on the shoulder, then whispered, “maybe don’t add so much next time.” Po glared, then looked back at the hot sauce, placing it down forcefully on the counter. “Po,” Tigress said, her voice beginning to come back, but Po interrupted, “shouldn’t you go rest or something? Didn’t my soup, like burn out your intestines too?” Tigress shook her head, refusing to buckle under Po’s negative attitude. She massaged her throat and coughed, preparing herself for a lengthy sentence. “I got my shirt stained, I went to my room to change into another one.” Po didn’t even realize the colors Tigress was wearing. Her shirt was steely white with blue trim. It looked very nice, actually. “Oh,” Po said, not sure what to say. Tigress smiled. “Viper, *cough*, isn’t used to that kind of food. She’s a snake, remember.” Po felt he was being criticized for not comprehending Viper’s physiology, but Tigress chuckled, a less-throaty cough this time. “It’s alright Po.” Po didn’t believe her. Even if everyone, even poor Viper, told him everything was ok and no harm was done, none of it would affect him. HE still didn’t think it was a success by any stretch. Plus, Monkey was walking funny now, having his bowels burst into flame about an hour ago. Po set his ladle down and sighed. “I don’t know why I just mess up all the time. Sure, I do something cool like defeat Tai Lang and save the Valley, and defeat Lord Shen, but when it comes to doing something simple like this, I can’t even do THAT right! I just,” Po stopped, looking at Tigress, who had a smile on her face. Po sighed, noting he was really the only one angry about this whole issue, then finished lamely, “want to be like one of you guys.” Tigress suddenly changed expressions. She looked sad. Not sad for herself, but for Po. Tigress coughed, then said “Po, I *cough*, we, all know your one of us. You’re the Dragon Warrior.” “Yeah,” Po said unconvincingly, “who can save all of China but can’t even save his fellow Masters from food poisoning.” Tigress knew Po was exaggerating. So she couldn’t help but laugh. It sounded raspy still, but she pushed past the strain on her throat then coughed and regained composure. “Po-” again, before she was thinking, said, “you mean a lot to us here. We love you, in a sense.” Po seemed to understand that, looking a little less down. Tigress felt her heart hammer in her chest as she got closer to him, putting a hand on his arm. “I-I, *cough* I love you.” She looked down and then quickly added, “in my own way.” Po looked shocked. “What? No way!” Tigress looked up at him, looking almost ashamed. “*cough* Po, I didn’t like you at first, but once you proved yourself to be far more capable than I figured you’d be, I realized I was wrong. Over these past couple months,” Tigress said, walking from Po and around the kitchen, “I really started to *cough* understand I,” she smiled at Po, “liked you. I enjoy your company and like being your friend.” Tigress returned to the dumbstruck panda, who first looked shocked, but then started to smile. He took it well. Tigress smiled in response. Po didn’t know what to say. “I haven’t seen you change at all,” Tigress said, chuckling, “since you first came here. Your determination and will have been untouched from the first day. I just want you to know how much you’ve changed US.” Tigress coughed for a moment upon emphasizing ‘us’, but soon regained composure. “I’ve felt that I can be more relaxed,” Po nodded, understanding, “as of late. That’s why I enjoyed our dance so much. I’ve been depraved of much most of my life, and you bring me what I lost.” Tigress felt a wave of relief flood her body upon releasing those words. She really felt Po was giving her what she’d always wanted, but never had. Tigress looked shy for a moment, then said, “speaking of which, I was wondering if you could teach me to sing.” Po’s mouth hit the floor, as did the ladle in his hand. Tigress licked her lips, a little worried that she may have asked too much, but then looked confident, like when she had to fight a whole legion of demons. “I want to learn to sing.” Tigress said, her voice practically normal now, sounding very straight forwards with her request. “Um,” Po said, scratching his head, “maybe we should get some help….” Part 5 Po and Tigress ambled around town later that day until Po pointed out one of the homes a little ways into the village. Po knocked at the door and a female duck with an apron came out, looking shocked to find two kung fu masters outside her door. “Oh, masters!” She said, bowing to them. “What can I do for you? You bring our family honor by coming here!” Po looked at Tigress, who’s unresponsive face said enough, then spoke for her, “we wanted to ask you if you were still teaching voice lessons.” “Oh!” The goose responded, “why yes! Yes, I still am. Were…?” She let the question hang, and Tigress coughed and spoke up, her voice mostly better. “I was the one wanting to learn to sing.” The goose nodded. “I had never sung before, and I would like to learn how.” “Oh my,” the goose mother said, taking Tigress by the hand and leading her in, “you poor thing. Your voice is all kaput too. Well, I’m glad at least you saw your reasons for singing now before it got much later. I’ve always felt that singing and dancing relaxes a person, and they can help you tremendously in keeping yourself focused.” Tigress soaked up those words as the goose quickly made her some hot (not spicy! ^^) broth to drink, then discussed more of the singing desire with Tigress. Once they had settled that lessons would be had, Po asked how they could pay her. “For you, grand Masters, I would be paid well enough to hear you two sing in the next village festival!” Po looked worriedly at Tigress, who smiled back. “That would be perfect.” Tigress said with a grin. Soon later, the two bid their goodbyes and left for the Jade Palace. Tigress took hold of Po’s hand, who looked at her with much confusion in his face. Tigress chuckled then Po tried to pull away. “Tigress, don’t do that, people are gonna’ see us.” Po looked adamantly worried as they trekked through the ducks, bunnies, and pigs. “Then let them see!” Tigress said and laughed, but then let Po’s hand go. “You’ve done so much for me, Po, I can’t think of how to repay you.” Po smiled and replied, “you don’t need to do anything for me.” The pair got back to the Jade Palace, where the rest of the Masters were spending time meditating in their rooms after their rest. Tigress felt a little afraid for a moment, and stopped Po. “Po,” she said, sounding a bit frightened. “What’s up Tigress?” Po asked. “What,” Tigress paused, then said “what sort of things should I, practice, before my first lesson? Is there some introductory material I should learn so I don’t appear like a naïf to singing?” Po thought for a moment, then said “I’d just sing from your heart. It always sounds beautiful when you do that. But, other than that, everyone starts off making mistakes.” Po offered a comforting smile to the latter sentence, which helped Tigress loosen. Tigress chuckled. “I suppose I sound foolish enough worrying.” “Ah, it’s cool.” Po said, “I was pretty worried when I got here. Look at me now!” Tigress looked at Po, then smiled. “Your still that bumbling old bear I remember.” “Hey!” Po said, trying to chase Tigress. “I am not,” he tripped, “(oof!) a bumbling old bear!” Tigress had gained considerable ground on Po, and called back, “give me one reason to believe that, ‘Dragon Warrior’!” With that, the two ran off in a merry chase. As evening descended and the kung fu masters returned to the Jade Palace, dinner was prepared. “Alright guys,” Po said, serving up the soup, “this is round 2 of the soup here,” he looked at the other four Masters with anticipation, who looked almost frightened of the meal put before them, “it’s guaranteed to sooth one’s throat, stomach, and whatever else was burned with the last batch of soup.” He gave the group the thumbs up, but Tigress was the only one who seemed willing to try it. She fearlessly took a bite and replied, “Mmmm, it is good. Has an interesting cooling texture to it.” The other four looked at Tigress, then started eating. Everyone’s concerned faces became relaxed upon receiving a much better meal. Tigress gave Po the ‘I-told-you-so’ look with an encouraging smile, then continued eating her meal. Part 6 That night, Po lay on his bed thinking. The village festival the mother goose spoke of was only three weeks away. That was more than enough time to teach Tigress, he was pretty sure, but it felt like it was too soon also. Po’s ears perked up upon hearing some low humming. He sat up, then hear soft singing. It must be Tigress! Po opened his door and listened, hoping it was true. The sound continued, and Po silently walked across the floor (he was able to walk now without the floor squeaking) to Tigress’ room. Po opened Tigress’ door and said excitedly, “Tigress.” Tigress nearly leapt through the room of her room. She had just taken off her shirt, which Po was oblivious to. Tigress gave a small yelp, and immediately covered her mouth afterwards. Po immediately turned red, and was trying to back out with hasty apologies when Monkey asked “What’s going on out there?” “Get in here!” Tigress said with a hiss, “get in!” Po was hesitant, but soon was yanked in by Tigress, the door of Tigress’ room shutting as soon as Monkey looked out of his. The two kung fu masters caught each other’s breathes, Po being pushed behind Tigress in their haste. Tigress slowly looked at Po, not turning her body. “Po,” she asked quietly, “what were you doing?” Po looked at Tigress. “I heard you singing. I didn’t know you could sing so well.” Tigress blinked. “‘Well’?” She said, turning towards Po, crossing her arms across her bare midriff. Po didn’t look at Tigress any lower than her face as he continued. “It just sounded really good. I really think you have a knack for singing.” Tigress looked awed. “Thank you Po.” She said, standing still otherwise. “Well,” Po said, “I’ll be going.” He headed towards Tigress’ room when Tigress quickly threw on her shirt and stopped Po. “Wait, Po.” Po turned around. “Why don’t we sing together?” Tigress suggested, tying her shirt ties as she smiled. Po smirked. “Sure. That’d be fun.” The two sat down facing each other. Tigress smiled. “I heard a song in town and wondered if you knew it.” “Well, how does it go?” Po asked excitedly. “*chuckles* I’ll sing it.” Tigress said with a smile. “In the Valley, the Valley of Peace” “Where there is rest, rest and ease” “Where the fields and mountains stand unchanging” “Against the shadow of the nearing times” “I know I,” Tigress struck that latter ‘I’ with a beautiful high note, “won’t fall in line” “No, I,” another high note, “won’t be left behind.” Po sat there with pure amazement as Tigress sang. “For the people will stand and never die.” Tigress sang the last line with emotion and strength. Tigress paused, then with a smile repeated “and never die” with a cooking pot amount of feeling, as Po would have described it, then smiled as she finished. Po sat there dazed. “That….was…amazing!” Po said, then received a harsh ‘shh’ from Tigress, having forgotten to keep his voice down. Tigress wasn’t angry, though, she smiled through the reprimand and chuckled. “I’m glad Po. I didn’t get to hear you accompany.” “Well, I was a little amazed because of how good you were!” Po said, sounding like it was obvious as to why he didn’t accompany, but again, with half a ‘shh’ and half a laugh, Tigress silenced him. “Come,” Tigress said, rising. They exited the dorms and soon stood outside. Po offered Tigress her hand, and Tigress took it, spinning herself so she soon stood with her back against Po’s stomach, looking up at him. She began to look scared for a moment, then let go of Po and sat down. Po looked worried and sat down beside her. “Tigress, what’s wrong?” Tigress breathed shakily for a moment then said “Po, I think I’m in love with you.” Po’s eyes grew wide. “Um, well, I…” Tigress took that as a ‘no I don’t love you,” and formed her hands into fists. “Might as well finish, I’m going down anyway.” “No, wait, Tigress, that’s no-” Po tried to say, but Tigress interrupted. “I’ve never been loved before, never in the way I should have. Shifu wasn’t there for me, my friends here are simply my friends….I’m a foolish girl,” Tigress concluded, turning away, “wanting what is clearly not meant for me.” Po paused. It was one thing to not have someone love you in return, as much as you do them, but assume you’re not meant for that….? Po put a hand on Tigress’ shoulder, turning her. “Tigress, listen to me. You are loved by all of us. I love you to, your part of my family. I’m just, not sure how much right now.” Tigress looked down, but was happy she wasn’t at least flat-out denied. “I’m sorry Po. I know things will never be the same now.” Po looked at Tigress. “That’s ok, I will always be your friend.” Tigress smiled, then hugged Po, who hugged in return. They spent part of the evening singing then retired to their beds. As Tigress lay there, tears running down her face, she cried for Po’s lack of shared feelings, and her decision to be so open with the panda. Things would never be the same. If not for Po, for her. Part 7 The next day found a worn out tigress sighing as she left her room. She didn’t get any sleep last night. She only wanted to get away; but walking into Po’s proximity just made things feel worse for her. Wait a minute. Tigress told herself. Just act like nothing happened. You can do that. Tigress brought herself to smile and sat down with her friends at the breakfast table, trying to not make eye contact with anyone in particular. “Morning Tigress,” Monkey said as he sat beside her. “Goodmorning Monkey.” Tigress said, feeling a little rushed at keeping a cheery mood, but it was better than trying to work up to one, which would never happen. Mantis bid his Goodmorning, Crane and Viper nodded to Tigress, who replied courtly. Po was the only one looking a little uneasy as he handed out the soup to the Five. Tigress stole a glance at him and smirked. Po’s look didn’t change. Tigress’ face slid down. Breakfast went on pretty much silent, since Po and Tigress were usually the biggest talkers now. Monkey decided to speak up this time. “So I heard Shifu say something about a new training thing he’ll use today.” “Mmm, what’s that Monkey?” Viper asked, putting down her soup spoon. Monkey shrugged. “He didn’t say, just said something about it being a stretch for most of us.” Tigress looked at Po as Monkey spoke, trying to get a signal to him facially. Po looked away slightly right as Monkey finished. “Huh, that should be even more so for Po here, huh?” Mantis said, prodding Po playfully with an arm. Tigress smiled at the general conversation, but tried to get Po’s attention. She got it, and Po looked a bit determined to not have them talk at the table based on his response. Tigress glared slightly, wanting the opposite to happen. “I didn’t see anything new outside this morning,” Crane pointed out. Tigress hit the table lightly with the palm of her hand to get Po to look at her. “Did Master Shifu say if it’d be inside or out?” Mantis asked. “No,” Monkey said, Po glared at Tigress, who curled her lips back to show her full fangs. “He just said it’d work all of us evenly. I don’t know how we could change styles to work with whatever Shifu’s done,” Po softened some, but still looked angry. Tigress dropped her guard and looked repetitive, apologetic. Po looked away. “That seems odd,” Crane said, Mantis nodding in agreement, “I can’t go fighting like Tigress,” Tigress whipped her head towards the four, her eyes wide with surprise, but noticed they weren’t talking TO her and brought her attention back to Po. She looked sad, and reached towards Po. The other four were still in their huddle of discussion, Po looking a bit receptive to Tigress’ gesture. Tigress smiled warmly, hoping to settle things with Po. Perhaps things could be brought back to how they were. “It doesn’t make sense to me,” Monkey said, shaking his head, then looked over to Tigress and Po. “Hey Po, what do you-?” Monkey paused, looking at the two, soon followed by the other three. Upon noticing the two, looking contentedly at each other, Tigress’ hand on Po’s, the four looked back to their group and continued talking. Tigress and Po continued what they were doing without interruption. “Po, I know things can’t ever be exactly the same, but I just hope you won’t be angry at me.” “Tigress, I’m not angry at you,” Po said, looking a little worried at the same time, “but I gotta’ figure this out. I never had this happen before,” Tigress looked sad at the prospect of only time healing what she had said last night. Po got up, “excuse me,” he said, then turned and left. Mantis stole a glance at Po retreating, and Tigress’ sad figure, then busied himself with acting like he was focused on what the other four were discussing. “Alright, students.” Master Shifu said, decked out in a regal green robe, “today, I will teach you something much different than anything you’ve ever learned. It will challenge you all equally.” Quickly he readied himself in his typical martial art pose, then smirked. “You will learn….to dance!” Shifu leapt gracefully towards the front gates of the Jade Palace, then kicked open the doors, revealing an orchestra. Upon the doors opening, the orchestra played a spunky Asian-themed song, heavy on the stringed instruments. Shifu leapt and landed in front of the Five and Po again, then began to dance. It appeared Shifu was acting as a frail tree swaying in the wind, all of his body complying to the liquid-like flow. Illusively, looking as though he himself were being pushed around by the said imaginary wind, Shifu slid around: left, right, giving a quick turn, changing direction, all of his movements working together. “The water spirit.” Shifu said simply, then stopped, snapping a finger. Upon hearing the snap, the band changed to a more bassy tune, with the bass-stringed instruments and bigger horns pulsating. Shifu appeared to be frozen, moving in jerky, spasmodic motions. “The machine.” Shifu explained, then paused again, snapping. The tune changed to a punchier tune, and Shifu kicked his legs wildly. But, not like he was battling off invisible foes, but more like a controlled, hop-skip dance, one that ranged in kicks and motions. After a few moments of this, however, Shifu stopped, panting. “Perhaps I will not be practicing this one….That was the jump. And,” snap “finally, we have….” Shifu bounced in place while throwing his arms rhythmically. Once he finished, he said simply, “the flag waver.” The five and Po looked quite awed. This certainly was different. “Practice whichever move you want, I have,” Shifu produced scrolls “guidelines on how to perform them.” Shifu laid them at his student’s feet and said “perhaps, if we practice well enough, we could perform for the next village festival.” Shifu turned and walked back into the Jade Palace, the band retreating down the steps, leaving Po and Tigress to look at each other excitedly. This was what they needed! Po and Tigress paired off, when Tigress said, “Po, I’m sorry about this morning.” Po looked a little embarrassed, then said “let’s just focus on working on this, at least we have a common goal now.” Tigress felt her heart get torn from her with those words. It was true…. But it hurt so much. “Yes,” she said solemnly, nodding. Tigress looked at one of the diagrams, then practiced the moves before her. She paused for a moment; many of the moves naturally flowed together. With a little practice, Tigress began to realize how natural these movements felt. The ‘water spirit’ dance seemed to work quite well. It reminded her of her days of domino training with Shifu. Dominos meant stress, stress meant last night…. Tigress slammed her eyes shut. Could she never keep Po from her mind, always connecting him somehow to everything? Tigress didn’t know what she was doing, but she did it. Throwing her arms about in rigid, geometrical arcs, she brought her anger into a dance format. Throwing her arms out, pausing for a moment, then throwing them another way, she utilized her emotions to give a more ‘expressive’ tone to her dance format. It seemed to flow well, and by using her motions to create a sort of flowing dance, even though the movements and energy was harsh. With a few moments of this, Tigress began to really enjoy it, envisioning enemies packing in about her, and instead of simply attacking, using the dance to be even smoother. It required less energy as well, because the flow of the whole thing made up for it. It calmed her too. After about five minutes, she slowed and stopped, sighing contentedly. There was a polite cough and Tigress looked down to see Master Shifu smile up at her. “Very good, Master Tigress. You’ve already have seemed to find your own style.” Tigress smiled, panting some. “Thank you Master. I didn’t know it could be so beneficial.” Shifu smiled and walked about, watching the other masters. Apparently he only left to stow away the band, then return to watch his students. Monkey seemed to enjoy ‘the jump’ best, which showed on his face as he excitedly leapt about. Viper was more liquid, obviously, but seemed to utilize robotics as well. Crane seemed to enjoy the water spirit as well, being a bit more calm than Tigress, and Po…. Tigress noticed Po jumping about crazily, having completely disregarded any directions. Tigress chuckled to herself. Typical Po. “Students, I’d say your all-” Master Shifu, who had finished watching from the sidelines, was about to congratulate his student’s progress, until he saw Po. Shifu stopped dead, then shook his head. Po would again have to be taught differently. “You may go inside, students,” Shifu said, addressing the Furious Five as he walked over to Po. Tigress watched for a moment, then turned to follow the other Five inside. As Tigress entered, she could hear behind her Shifu saying “If you can dance with more precision, and FASTER, than I,” Shifu said, “than I will send a special order to the village to have brought to you some chocolate.” Tigress paused. That would be a special treat indeed, very rare to the village, even China. Tigress turned, noting Po’s obvious reaction. She chuckled as Po worked his limbs to obey, moving with grace and stamina, but keeping himself of the correct technique. Tigress chuckled. Typical Po. Tigress turned and a tear fell from her eye as she entered the Palace. The Po that she still loved….. Part 8 That evening, Master Shifu ate with his students, telling the group how well they had learned their dancing. “I have to say, students, that you developed a strength towards your dance quite quickly.” Shifu said, nodding with approval. “I really think,” the sagacious teacher said, leaning forward with his hands on the table, “that you all will be ready for this next village festival.” Satisfied with his speech, Shifu sat down and ate, a smile on his face. The Five and Po exchanged glances. It would be possible, yes, but no one accept Shifu had the idea that that’d perform for the village, if only Tigress and Po, Po of whom thought it more jokingly. Before anyone could say for or against, Shifu finished his food and hopped down from the table. “Thank you for the meal, Po. Let’s hope your dance becomes as fine as your cooking.” Then he left them, with a note to practice hanging in the air. The group retired wordlessly, Tigress immediately walking outside, Monkey and Viper off to his dorm, Mantis stayed to eat more, while Crane took a spot on the large jade training turtle, gripping its edge with his two feet. Things were slower going that afternoon. Po felt tired and rested for awhile, feeling uneasy about many things: would they be ready for the festival? What was Tigress going to do now that she had two performances to be in? Was there too much spice in the soup today? Po’s stomach gurgled in annoyance, which answered the last question. Tigress stood outside alone, balancing herself on a rock on the ledge of the sacred peach tree. She hoped she’d be able to balance herself on the edge of a branch; that was supposed to help a lot with stress for the mind, but years on Kung Fu told her to practice in a rudimentary way first, regardless of the level of mastery by the practitioner. But, try as she might, Tigress could only think of what responsibilities awaited her. A tear webbed down her face, very cold in the passing wind which blew some of the dead peach leaves down onto Tigress. Things weren’t as easy as she’d hoped. Tackling simple voice lessons and dancing were going to be easy; she knew some measure of dance based off of what Master Shifu taught her long ago in learning dominos. No, the issue was again Po. Tigress hit herself in the forehead hard, then winced, sitting down. She wished she could just forget her feelings, then she’d do her job. But all she could think about was herself, dancing with Po, singing sweet songs. Tigress looked up. Was it really wrong? Tigress gritted her teeth, taking on a more habitual expression she held several years ago. Tigress grew sad. Last time she denied herself the very allowance to think what she wanted, or what was on her heart, she went crazy. When she went crazy, people got hurt. Tigress shook her head and stood, holding her forehead. No. Not anymore. Not Po, not Shifu, or any of the Five. Tigress calmed herself, breathing, swaying back and forth, practicing her dance. Slowly, it was able to relax her, calm her, even bring that familiar smile back to her furry face. Tigress sighed happily. Much better. “Master Tigress?” Came a voice. It was Po, Tigress could tell. Tigress deflated. She wanted to have them talk again, just to give her the assurance that the two weren’t going to be separated forever, but at the same time, she’d much rather preserve her previous mood. “Up here.” Tigress said. Po jogged up to her, looking like he wanted to ask something. “Um, I wanted to ask you…” “Yes?” Tigress asked, looking placidly indifferent. “I was wondering if you could help me with my dance. I think I have the basic principles-” Po demonstrated “-but I’m confused on how to make it fluid.” “Well,” Tigress said, speaking in a smooth, motherly tone, “you can always practice slowly, I just did that myself these past few minutes.” “Really? Um, could we practice together? I think I’d get it better if I watched first.” Tigress nodded. “Mhmm. Sure.” Tigress readied herself and demonstrated, very slowly and precisely, moving as though she were in slow motion. Po couldn’t help himself and walked around Tigress, watching her every move. “That’s, that’s really good.” Tigress decided to keep the slow motion as she closed a single eyelid and opened it again, a slow wink in his direction as she continued. Finally after a few more seconds, she quickly whipped back to a bowing position then took a step away. “Your turn.” Tigress said. Po’s mouth closed, and a worried look came to his face. “To tell you the truth,” Po said as he readied himself, “I really want this to work out, the dancing and all, for the festival.” “What about the singing?” Tigress asked, occasionally guiding Po by mirroring him and correcting herself. “What? Oh, yeah, the singing too. I’ve just, been thinking about that a lot.” Tigress paused, looking sad. “So have I. A lot.” she said to herself. “Really? Do you think we’ll be ready in time?” Po asked. “Yes, I think everything will work out.” Tigress said, thinking more of how what she said compared to her relationship with Po than with the festival. “In time, for better or,” Tigress paused, thinking, then finished, “or for better. Only good can come out of these hard times.” “Yeah, yeah,” Po said, thinking more about keeping himself fluid than really listening. “That was, that was pretty deep, what you said, right there.” Po said, still in his zone. Tigress stopped, and smiled. “What?” She asked, grinning. That goofy panda, he probably didn’t even know what he was saying. Po lost his focus and slipped, falling flat on his face. Po grunted, and Tigress helped him up, chuckling. “Don’t worry about it, Po, let’s just keep practicing.” And the two continued until late in the afternoon. Tigress smiled, but felt a ting of sadness in her as they practiced. Things, if only for a moment, felt normal again, when the two were close. If only for a moment, things were beautiful… Part 9 That night, Po lay awake. Why did he always crumble when others disapproved of who he was? He remembered the times he danced with Tigress. He enjoyed it, deep inside. Po rolled over on his back. Maybe he was too much into people pleasing. As the days passed, the Five, Shifu, and himself, continued to practice. All Po could think about as his body memorized how to dance, and his voice learned to sing during song lessons in the village, was this new realization of his. It was like waking up to the smell of good food; eye-opening, almost enriching. That would explain even how he hid his desire to practice Kung Fu until there was no other option. Po paused one night as he fell asleep. Perhaps that’s why he felt so hurt with Tigress. As far as Po could tell, he did have feelings for Tigress. But at the time, the thought of actually bonding deeper with one of his favorite Kung Fu masters seemed out of the question. Po sat up upon realizing the truth of that moment. HE was afraid of being hurt. What if he climbed to the top of his favorite master’s pedestal only to be shoved off. The fall would hurt worse the deeper he went. Sure, Tigress did have feelings for him, but what if he screwed up or said something wrong? Wouldn’t that have deeper consequences than if they were just friends? Po lay back down, sighing. So, he did like Tigress. But he tried to protect HIMSELF earlier by denying Tigress her request. Now, he was probably hurting Tigress. Po turned towards the door of his room upon seeing a body stride by. It looked like Tigress. Po slid his door open a crack and saw that it was indeed Tigress walking by; and she looked particularly sad with her head drooped, eyes sad looking. “Psst, Tigress.” Po said, and Tigress turned sharply, eyes wide. She paused, looking almost embarrassed as she stood there. “Po. What, what are you doing up?” Tigress composed herself as well as possible as Po replied. “I, uh, actually wanted to talk to you for a minute,” he said, crawling out of his room and standing, “could we do that?” Tigress nodded, still looking a little broken. “Sure Po.” She spoke with her natural steely voice, and without looking at Po, walked out of the dorms. The two sat underneath the peach tree outside. “Are you angry at me Tigress?” Po asked. “What?” Tigress asked. “You know, angry.” Po said, glaring and raising his hands like claws to exemplify his point. “I KNOW what it means, Po,” Tigress said, sounding sharp while keeping a melancholy expression, “I just didn’t know why you think I’m angry.” “Well, I don’t know,” Po said, “that’s why I asked.” Tigress paused, then looked at Po again. “No, Po, I’m not angry about anything you’ve said to me. You’re simply on a different path than I am.” Tigress sighed, putting her head between her paws. “I’ve begun to envy a normal life, one where you could become a farmer or set up a shop somewhere, raise a family with children.” Tigress leaned back, supporting herself with her hands behind her. “I’ve started to want that.” She looked at Po, “being in the village that one holiday proved that to me, as I played with the village youngsters.” Po sat looking thoughtfully at her. “Wow.” Po said softly. “I wouldn’t have known. I thought you loved Kung Fu.” Tigress nodded. “I do, it’s what brought me out of a very troubling life as an orphan, and I considered keeping it a hobby of mine if I were to farm or something. I guess that’s why I like you so much. I have you to thank for the transformation of mind.” “That sounds like something Master Oogway would have said. All about mind stuff.” Po said, honestly looking confused. Tigress chuckled, grinning. Po grew more serious, looking down. “Most of the time when I was a kid, it was never about what I wanted. I love cooking, yeah, but my dream was always Kung Fu. Being the best. Saving the valley. I hid that for so many years, trying to always please my dad, and it was killing ME in the process.” Po looked out into the starry night. “Now I’m here, I AM the best. I just have to be honest when I say that you were my favorite member of the Furious Five and I really wanted to please YOU as I rose up to where I am. It was really confusing when I found that what I wanted was what YOU’D wanted all along.” “But, Po,” Tigress said, looking forlorn, “I gave that up, Po. I know the honor was for you and you alone-” “Yeah, I know that, I’m not finished.” Po said politely, and Tigress stopped, looking down. Po continued. “I do like you, Tigress. I’ve just been worried about being hurt, that if, if I was ever to mess up or something, depending on how far we went, it’d just be that much more hurt for the both of us…” Po let the sentence hang. Tigress smirked, realizing something. “You know, Po, I’m a Kung Fu master. I take risks with every bandit raid, ever fight, sometimes with every spicy meal you bring us,” Po chuckled dryly, Tigress smirking, but then grew serious, “but I won’t be hurt.” Po looked at Tigress, fear etched into his face. “If not you, I’m afraid I’LL be hurt.” Po let the words sink in. It hurt for him to say that. It felt selfish, but he really wasn’t sure about how he’d deal with any mistake he may make. Po stood. “I’m sorry.” Po said, and walked past Tigress, returning to the Jade Palace. Tigress stayed out very late, simply looking outside and pondering what had passed, shedding a few tears, then she too returned to her room, not sleeping that night. Part Final Before Po knew it, it was his last vocal lesson before the performance. And so far, Po was sure things were going to fall through. He himself couldn’t stand being around Tigress because of what he said last night. He felt for sure Tigress felt the same way, but not in the same fashion. With himself, Po could hardly look at Tigress; he nearly fainted when she came to the breakfast table that day. For Tigress, Po could practically see her old spirit returning, or what he thought was. Tigress woke up grumpy. She tried to meditate out the frustration, but there was something inside her that hurt deeply, turning to anger. “HOW could Po do that to me?!” She said angrily and randomly chopped at the air, which she felt split before her. “I trusted him too much.” Tigress concluded, and so began her old habits. Trust no one, look out for number one, and, in her case, make sure this concert would be a ‘screw you’ to the fat panda. The rest of the Five, as well as Shifu, noticed the domineering and pitiful outlooks the two animals shared that morning, and any attempts to talk to Po resulted in a gloomy reply, while Tigress snapped. Shifu’s brow knit. He had been through this with Tigress before. He stood up. “Tigress,” Shifu said gruffly, “I want you to join me in meditation out by the peach tree.” “Now, Master?” Tigress asked, sounding humble only enough to not appear snotty. “Now.” Shifu said with a guttural huff that sent Po’s hair visibly stand on end. Once outside, Shifu walked briskly, keeping his eyes ahead of him. “Are you ready for the performance, Tigress?” Before Tigress answered, Shifu asked it another way. “Are you READY to unify this Kung Fu team, representing the very values it upholds?” Shifu made sure to emphasize the ‘values’ part. Tigress stood there, face visibly clenched. “Master, I am willing to-” “I am NOT asking you to be willing to make it happen! I want you to BE there. Present, and active. A DIGNIFIED representation of our very way of life.” Shifu phrased the last sentence with as much steel as the sword sitting in the Palace’s room of artifacts. Tigress looked as though she had just been stabbed. She composed herself than said with some bite to her own voice, “No master, I am not. I’ve strongly considered a different life.” Tigress turned, nodding, then started walking towards the Jade Palace doors. “DON’T….YOU….WALK….AWAY.” Shifu said, emphasizing each word, but keeping his voice down. Tigress stopped dead, and visibly shivered. Tigress turned, glaring. Shifu actually smirked. “I’ve seen you high strung before, but this has to be quite tight.” Shifu walked about, practically monologing as he continued to lecture Tigress. “How did it FEEL, Master Tigress, to feel that the one man you loved the most in this world didn’t feel the same for you?” Tigress huffed, stepping forward, eyes wide. How could he?! But she refused to give in. Master Shifu was toying with her. For what reason, heaven knew. “Did you feel, broken?” Another grunt and step forward, “ashamed of your own LACK of forsight?” Tigress barred her teeth, her eyes watering, fists clenched; Shifu turned towards Tigress, and, looking her straight in the eyes, slowly asked, “How does it feel that you have proven yourself…to be a FOOL?” Tigress half yelled, half cried as she lunged at Shifu. The two went flying and rolled down the hill towards the peach tree. Inside, the rest of the Five and Po immediately sprang up and rushed for the windows. They could see nothing. But SOMETHING had gone on! The five sprang out the door and saw Tigress rolling by herself down the hill. “Tigress!” Viper yelled. Tigress rolled a few more feet than leapt, landing on her feet, but looked confused. “You ok Tigress?” Crane asked. Tigress didn’t answer, but looked around as though trying to see someone who wasn’t there. Tigress’ eyes narrowed, a couple tears streaming down her face. A voice came to her head. “Tears, hmm? Haven’t released those in a long time, have you?” Tigress slashed at the sound of the voice, but found only air. “MY, Tigress,” the voice continued, “you DO love Po.” Tigress yelled, slashing again in another direction. Nothing. “I’m sure you lie awake wondering if he even notices you.” Tigress looked like she’d just been struck, but shrugged it off and threw a punch in one direction. Nothing. A jump spin kick in another. Nothing again. Tigress finally threw herself in every direction she physically could, lashing out all over, then finally unleashed a mighty cry that mixed with a roar, one that echoed out to the mountain and back. The five up at the temple were speechless. They couldn’t hear what Tigress was hearing, but could see her wild frenzy at nothing, and noticed Master Shifu sitting in a branch above Tigress. Tigress fell to her knees, head dropped. Shifu dropped down from the tree, sitting beside his student. “Tigress,” he said softly, “we often become too blinded by hurt to see the truth, like how you didn’t see him just inches above you in the peach tree.” Tigress looked down at Shifu, breathing heavily. “I KNOW that this is hard. You made a very mature decision: you decided to take on one of the biggest decisions of commitment anyone ever could. To have that feeling snatched away can hurt for years.” Shifu walked around to Tigress’ front, facing his deflated student. “You have a lot of emotion inside you, Tigress, and I thank Po primarily for showing you who you really are. A caring, loving, compassionate individual. You grieve, deeply, because you can love deeply. That is a valued character trait. Now, I don’t know Po’s side of things….” He let it hang, waiting for Tigress to respond. Tigress licked her lips, swallowed, than started to say hoarsely, “he, he doesn’t,” *cough* “he doesn’t want to get HIMSELF hurt.” Shifu nodded slowly, noting the steel in Tigress’ eyes. “I see. I know how you can feel you’ve been stolen from when you’ve been so willing to give selflessly. I don’t believe this is the end between you and Po. There will be a day that Po will be ready, for whomever fate decides to bond him with, if anyone at all.” Shifu came up to Tigress and put a hand on her cheek. Tigress looked down at Shifu. “My dear Tigress, I would hate to see you this way before our performance. I have an idea: you get some rest, I’ll talk to Po, set you two up this afternoon alone while I train the others (they seem to be a little slower learners than you two), then we’ll have our performance tonight.” Tigress nodded, wordless tears streaming from her eyes. Shifu hugged Tigress’ stomach, and Tigress encircled her tiny teacher in her arms. The five up on the hill watched this, again not hearing the words passed between them, in respectful silence. Viper smiled through her own tears. Mantis sniffed, wiping his nose with his claw. The student and teacher ended their embrace, Shifu smiling up at Tigress, who grinned, sniffed, and wiped her eyes. “Thank you Master.” Tigress said, composed. “Your welcome.” Shifu said, then bowed to Tigress, who returned the gesture. That afternoon, as Shifu trained the rest of the Five, Po and Tigress sat alone in one of the dorm rooms. “Po, I just wanted to start off by saying-” “Wait,” Po said quickly, holding out a hand, “I think I need to start.” Tigress was calm and nodded, allowing Po permission. “Tigress, I like you a lot. You’re my favorite Kung Fu Master, I always wanted to please you, but I’ve been afraid that I’ll ruin our relationship because I’m, me.” Po said, looking to the side. Tigress paused, looking at this in a new light. Po was concerned for himself, because he felt he was no good. Po started to speak again, but Tigress put a finger to his lips. “Po,” Tigress said softly, “I didn’t fall in love with you because of those times you were ‘perfect’. That’s not what a relationship is. And I should know. Being a destructive, broken orphan, I deserved to rot in the orphanage, but I was given a second chance by Master Shifu, which was what brought me here. He saw the good in me when I couldn’t myself. He took me from my place of despair, some place I thought was my only way of life, and gave me something better. It’s a sort of salvation on his part. THAT’S what love is, Po.” Tigress paused, biting her lip as tears started to well up in her eyes. “And, and that’s what I want to give YOU.” Po looked downcast, but less so than before. “I, I hear what you’re saying, Tigress. But I can’t just put this worry aside. I’ve had to deal with it all my life. I don’t want you in the cross fire as I try to figure all this out.” “Po, I don’t care about that, I want to help you through it. Please, let me.” The two stared at each other for a long time. The words “Please, let me,” flooded the memories that were coming back to the two masters. Their dance in the snow, their singing in Tigress’ room, and later outside, their first singing lesson, the thought of doing a duet dance/song group later that evening. Po started to grin, remembering how good it felt to have a friend that was beside him through it all, enjoying him and his company. For a moment, just a moment, he wondered ‘what could keep me from believing her?’ Tigress felt compelled to do something she’d never even dreamed of before. Her cheeks flushed at the thought, and her lips quivered. But she had to. With the stubbornness that was born into her, Tigress went for it. She leaned forward, wordlessly meeting her lips to Po’s. It was a short joining, but Tigress felt her body go numb all over. “I,” Tigress breathed, almost shaking, “I love you, Po. For ALL that you are.” Tigress slowly stood. If anything, there was a peace inside her that at least she said what she longed to have said long before now. “I’ll see you at the performance tonight, Po.” With that, Tigress left.   Fireworks boomed overhead, children ran in the streets, and the folks of the Valley of Peace were enjoying the festivities. If there was ever a night to showcase talent, it was tonight. There was a street fair where goods and entertainment were showcased, a parade in the other section of the street (in which came several performers such as fire blowers, costume-goers, acrobats and other acts), and another segment of the town where food was prepared for everyone. Mr. Ping, with the aid of other chiefs, prepared large amounts of food. Po sat alone up at the peach tree, thinking. What was he so afraid of? Was he afraid of Tigress, himself, or the idea of commitment? No, he knew deep down he wanted to commit. He wasn’t afraid of Tigress for any reason…so it had to be himself. Po stood, turning towards the Jade Palace and the town below, watching the fireworks go off. He loved Tigress. Wait a second. “What?” Po said to himself, turning around. “I love Tigress.” Po said to himself, then surprised himself, covering his mouth with his hand and looked around. Then he slowly drew his hand away. That was it! Po ran down the long line of steps towards the town, laughing to himself upon receiving his epiphany. The Five and Shifu were in the entertainment section of the town, loosening themselves up on stage before a mingling crowd. “Where IS he?” Shifu asked, looking a little annoyed. Tigress knew, but said nothing. “He’s probably on his way.” She suggested. “Maybe we’ll have to start without him.” Viper said. “Ha!” Po said, landing in the middle of the Five. The crowd cheered upon seeing their beloved Dragon Warrior had finally arrived. “Po! You made it.” Monkey said, throwing a thumbs up. The rest of the Five nodded approvingly, including Shifu. Po quickly walked over to Tigress. “Tigress,” he said happily, then whispered something in her ear, taking her head gently so he could speak to her. “What?” Tigress said. Po repeated it. “You…?” Tigress asked, and Po nodded. “Yeah!” Po said, then left to the front of the stage before Tigress could say more. “Good evening, people of the Valley. We, the Furious Five and myself, have composed a special Kung Fu demonstration for you tonight. It’s one of most legendary proportions, including some forms of this sacred art that, until know, have never been seen before by anyone.” The Five looked at Po’s humorous speech with smiles on their faces. Tonight was the night to rock. “…so now, without any more delay, I present to you….Kung Fu dance and song!” The band nearby instantly started, and the team went to work. Landing in their martial art stances, all but Monkey stood still. Monkey kicked his feet about as quickly as possible, doing it one way, than another, forwards, than backwards, to the sides, and even upside down. Tigress jumped in, integrating her martial arts with geometric shapes, which she created with her limbs. At one point she had her arms put into a block eight shape, at the top point of which Mantis leapt through, landing close to the front of the crowd. Walking along mechanically, Mantis wowed the children in front by successfully rolling limbs in a toy-like fashion. Po entered next, sliding about the stage as though it were covered in butter, all the while keeping his upper body stiff and unmoving. Each member would freeze before the next began. Crane flew up than landed in the middle of the now-still group and walked forward, looking like a living jelly, being a living liquid as he ambled about the stage. Tigress jumped in afterwards, holding her body up with her hands on the floor, swinging her legs about in a circle, lifting her arms accordingly as she did so. Soon the momentum carried her to doing a full hand stand, her legs continuing to swing above her. Slowly she let her arms down until she was able to spin on her head. There was a loud crack, and Tigress went limb. Everyone froze, then Tigress jumped to her feet. Grabbing her head, which looked unnaturally tilted backwards, she brought it forwards forcefully, cracking it again, then grinned in victory. Looking over towards the band, she nodded, and the song changed. Then Tigress sang. Here we are far beyond the distant sky Seen all the world and how the story will be over Through the snow and tainted mountains we have climbed Now we have found the light that guides us over Through the fallen rain we travelled far and wide And through the blackest darkness Stars above shining bright Through the sun and winter rain will fall All our lives we all were waiting for a sign to call We're walking hand in hand in dreams and endless time How do we know when we will leave this life behind? Stare at life through eyes of mine the hate the fear and the pain There's a feeling held deep inside - when life you live is in vain Po and Tigress teamed up for the chorus: Fly away down the lonely roads of yesterday We close your eyes to see the light of brighter days And all alone we'll be where time can never heal With the trail of broken hearts flying free Once again we walk this lonely road There are times that we are wading through the rain and cold We're lost in memories of what we left behind Relive the dreams, the endless screams of pain inside Lives are filled with emptiness The fear returned once again Searching endlessly you cannot see Drown your mind in the pain The rest of the Five teamed up, all dancing the same soft, slow liquidation in correlation with Po and Tigress. The two animals looked at each other, smiling. They both knew things were ok. Like what Po had whispered to Tigress earlier, “whatever happens, I don’t care, so long as we’re together.” The two sung another couple verses than switched the song up, both animals joining the rest of the Five in a dance crew team, working together to create a group effect, then leapt out and started another song. One dream in all of us still shining, One star, the ever lasting light, So alone, so lost inside, to the end in paradise, United, victorious, the hearts of our nation tonight. None of the songs were anything any the valley had heard before. Sure, they weren’t talking about the fall harvest, or rice, but they promoted a will to carry on, through whatever may come. And the crowd enjoyed it. Since the singing was over, the Five formed a line, where Po showcased more dance up front, then slid to one side of the line, the person on the far opposite side took up the floor then, then slid in beside Po, etcetera. Soon the evening the team had prepared had ended, and the Five and Po bowed, literally exhausted. The crowd erupted. It was a productive evening for everyone. Po smiled at Tigress, who grinned approvingly. Po offered his hand, Tigress took it, then Po spun her around, dipped down and kissed her. [songs: A flame of freedom and trail of broken hearts, both by Dragonforce] END

Glad you think it's interesting. I had, I think, the whole thing on FA, I'll try to bring it here.

YES... ^^

Not Alone by Red. I've found myself much more tolerant of their sadder style of music recently, because, like you'll see in this song, it's about God reaching out to us, rather than reflecting on how painful life is without Christ (which was a lot of Red's focus early on). Also, I'm thinkin' of back at school when two of my friends sang "These Are Not My Pants" by Five Iron Frenzy. Although it was supposed to sound rock-like, they sung it like a barber-shop quartet. It was quite entertaining.

WOw dude, I'd say I found a pal to talk writing with. ^^ You have a very good style. I could follow the text very well; as far as I know, the tenses were all correct and the subject material is great! I look forward to more. ^^

Oooh, snow-leopard house-cat! Nice to meet you! ^^ *holds out a paw* I'm Muz.

I agree zombie! I tried playing Bomberman 64 on my laptop, but it only gave me a bunch of viruses.... >.

The next day found a bunch of snow-trekking Kung Fu masters cutting wood. Axes and hammers weren’t necessary, all the masters found a way of cutting the timbers to pieces, then carry them promptly back to Jade Palace. Tigress held a smirk on her lips as the day continued by, only disturbed by her breaking of the timbers. At one point, Po whirled around upon hearing humming. “Hmm?” Po asked himself. It appeared to be coming from Tigress, who was just bringing wood back to the Jade Palace. Po quickly split his logs, gathered them up, and ran to catch up with Tigress. He tripped, falling as the wood fell from his hands and met his face plant, but Po quickly gathered it up again and soon came alongside Tigress. “Was that you humming Tigress?” Tigress looked a little uneasy at that moment, looking at Po. She finally looked back forwards and said “it was.” “What were you humming?” Po asked. Tigress stopped, looking down. “I don’t remember. It was just something I heard in the orphanage I grew up in.” “Wait, wait,” Po said, standing in front of her, looking concerned, “you were raised in an orphanage?” Tigress looked up than nodded. “Master Shifu took me in.” Po looked amazed. Now all that had happened made sense. All that Tigress had told him about Ti Lang made sense to him. No wonder Tigress was so angry when he first arrived. Especially after becoming the Dragon Warrior in her place. Imagine how she must have felt always trying to please Shifu, after Tigress had told him he never loved anyone like Ti Lang. “Um,” Po said, not sure what to address first, Tigress’ past or the fact that she now cultivated humming. “I’m sorry,” Tigress said, walking again. “I’m foolish to think of anything other than our work here.” “No no, wait,” Po said, catching up with her, “it’s not that. I’m just amazed that your singing; well, somewhat!” Tigress gave a lopsided smirk, then chuckled. “I’m glad.” With that, the two continued to the Jade Palace than back to their work. Po couldn’t help but feel glad for Tigress. It was good to see his favorite of the Five was happy. It made her seem a lot more approachable. Lunch break came around, and the group broke to eat. Po made more of his amazing soup, but decided to splash some hot sauce in it. “Here you go guys, with a little something I thought would help warm you up.” Tigress grinned at Po before she tried it, eager to see what Po had done to the soup. Po drank his and was content with the sting it gave his stomach. It felt better than being frozen. He noticed Mantis, who was standing on the table beside him, looked like he was excessively drooling. “Hey Mantis, you ok?” Po asked. Mantis looked at Po wordlessly and nodded. He hopped down from the table and walked outside, whereupon he was gone for a few moments. Monkey coughed, leaving as well for some reason, only to come back a few minutes earlier wiping his mouth as well. Viper looked like she took the soup a bit harsh, and Crane noticed. He quickly ushered Viper outside and the two didn’t return. Po was a little confused by now as to what was going on, when he saw Tigress smiling up at him. She had some drool dripping down her face, which she wiped away with a paw. Po didn’t know what to say, then it suddenly hit him. He smacked his forehead with his hand. No one liked the hotness of the soup. Tigress chuckled to herself, quietly excusing herself. She exited the kitchen too, Po watching her leave. Po got up and walked to the door, peering outside. Everyone was eating the snow that had just fallen in the courtyard. Po hit his head against the door. Oh man. Everyone was being so polite to him, the whole reason for their absence was foreign to Po. Tigress came back in, clearing her throat and composing herself. She opened her mouth and tried to say something, but a rasp was all that came out. Tigress covered her mouth, looking embarrassed, then tried again. No effect. Po looked saddened at the failure of making his soup tolerable. Tigress had a silent laugh and hugged Po for assurance around the neck, then left for her dorm chuckling to herself, a raspy, throaty chuckle. Master Shifu unofficially let everyone free that afternoon and evening. Not only was there enough wood to heat the Jade Palace until tomorrow, but, he noted to Po with a cold stare, his food took a drastic toll on the other Masters. Po immediately went to throw out the sauce, angry as the rest of the masters ambled about, most of them, like Viper, retiring to sleep off the pain. Tigress, who Po thought was one of the masters resting, tapped Po on the shoulder, then whispered, “maybe don’t add so much next time.” Po glared, then looked back at the hot sauce, placing it down forcefully on the counter. “Po,” Tigress said, her voice beginning to come back, but Po interrupted, “shouldn’t you go rest or something? Didn’t my soup, like burn out your intestines too?” Tigress shook her head, refusing to buckle under Po’s negative attitude. She massaged her throat and coughed, preparing herself for a lengthy sentence. “I got my shirt stained, I went to my room to change into another one.” Po didn’t even realize the colors Tigress was wearing. Her shirt was steely white with blue trim. It looked very nice, actually. “Oh,” Po said, not sure what to say. Tigress smiled. “Viper, *cough*, isn’t used to that kind of food. She’s a snake, remember.” Po felt he was being criticized for not comprehending Viper’s physiology, but Tigress chuckled, a less-throaty cough this time. “It’s alright Po.” Po didn’t believe her. Even if everyone, even poor Viper, told him everything was ok and no harm was done, none of it would affect him. HE still didn’t think it was a success by any stretch. Plus, Monkey was walking funny now, having his bowels burst into flame about an hour ago. Po set his ladle down and sighed. “I don’t know why I just mess up all the time. Sure, I do something cool like defeat Tai Lang and save the Valley, and defeat Lord Shen, but when it comes to doing something simple like this, I can’t even do THAT right! I just,” Po stopped, looking at Tigress, who had a smile on her face. Po sighed, noting he was really the only one angry about this whole issue, then finished lamely, “want to be like one of you guys.” Tigress suddenly changed expressions. She looked sad. Not sad for herself, but for Po. Tigress coughed, then said “Po, I *cough*, we, all know your one of us. You’re the Dragon Warrior.” “Yeah,” Po said unconvincingly, “who can save all of China but can’t even save his fellow Masters from food poisoning.” Tigress knew Po was exaggerating. So she couldn’t help but laugh. It sounded raspy still, but she pushed past the strain on her throat then coughed and regained composure. “Po-” again, before she was thinking, said, “you mean a lot to us here. We love you, in a sense.” Po seemed to understand that, looking a little less down. Tigress felt her heart hammer in her chest as she got closer to him, putting a hand on his arm. “I-I, *cough* I love you.” She looked down and then quickly added, “in my own way.” Po looked shocked. “What? No way!” Tigress looked up at him, looking almost ashamed. “*cough* Po, I didn’t like you at first, but once you proved yourself to be far more capable than I figured you’d be, I realized I was wrong. Over these past couple months,” Tigress said, walking from Po and around the kitchen, “I really started to *cough* understand I,” she smiled at Po, “liked you. I enjoy your company and like being your friend.” Tigress returned to the dumbstruck panda, who first looked shocked, but then started to smile. He took it well. Tigress smiled in response. Po didn’t know what to say. “I haven’t seen you change at all,” Tigress said, chuckling, “since you first came here. Your determination and will have been untouched from the first day. I just want you to know how much you’ve changed US.” Tigress coughed for a moment upon emphasizing ‘us’, but soon regained composure. “I’ve felt that I can be more relaxed,” Po nodded, understanding, “as of late. That’s why I enjoyed our dance so much. I’ve been depraved of much most of my life, and you bring me what I lost.” Tigress felt a wave of relief flood her body upon releasing those words. She really felt Po was giving her what she’d always wanted, but never had. Tigress looked shy for a moment, then said, “speaking of which, I was wondering if you could teach me to sing.” Po’s mouth hit the floor, as did the ladle in his hand. Tigress licked her lips, a little worried that she may have asked too much, but then looked confident, like when she had to fight a whole legion of demons. “I want to learn to sing.” Tigress said, her voice practically normal now, sounding very straight forwards with her request. “Um,” Po said, scratching his head, “maybe we should get some help….”