More than a dragon Warrior

Darkness for those who deserve it

[Tai Lung's POV]

I am not a good person. And I am not a hero.

I have trained and dedicated twenty years of my life, trying to be a hero, trying to be the saviour of the world everyone admired. Yet I failed spectacularly in the end.

That experience told me that I could never be someone I was not.

I am not a hero.

Never was, and never will be.

So does that make me a bad person? Is my failure to be the hero, proof that I was a villain?

No. I am not the villain either.

Maybe I was meant to be, but I was not.

Never was, and never will be.

So what am I? If I was not the hero or the villain, what am I?

You will only understand who I really am when you realize the world is not only black and white or good and bad.

I am Tai Lung.

You might claim that that didn't really mean anything. It was too broad and narrow at the same time. What does it even mean?

It does not define anything.

Which is exactly the point. I am not defined by anything other than myself. I do not have any definition to chain me down to a single meaning or purpose.

I am free.

I am everything you behold.

I am Tai Lung.

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So as I floated above the army camp of the Tibetan Empire and made the decision to erase them from the world, I did not feel remorse.

I was about to rob the world and its people of their lover, brother, husband, friend and maybe even their son.

Yet I was not burdened by hesitance.

'I see darkness in his heart.'

That was what Oogway told my father when he proposed to me to become the Dragon Warrior. For the longest time, I despised him for that statement but as I grew older and wiser, I realized that he was not wrong.

He was not completely right either, but he was not wrong.

I do have darkness in my heart.

A sickening darkness which I unleashed on anyone I deemed deserved it.

It was a side of me that the people who insisted on becoming my enemy would have to face.

My ears twitched as I carefully listened to what was happening inside the army camp a thousand feet below me.

I have been floating above the army camp for a long time now, from the time when the sun was high in the sky to now, when the sun was getting swallowed by the horizon.

I listened closely, making sure that the camp was only filled with willing and abled soldiers and no one else. This was exactly the case for the new camp which had not gone through a battle.

They did not realize their end was looming above them. I killed all the bird scouts stationed in the air in silence and I have remained unnoticed ever since.

Then as the sun was about to set and I made sure that there were no civilians close by, I started the attack that would end all of their fate.

I connected the palms of both my hands and I started gathering a huge portion of my chi there. It was not a quick process as I spent quite a while gathering my chi.

I focused all of the chi on one palm of my hand, compressed it and then repeated the process. My imagination directs my Chi, my unyielding will becomes the crutch as I mould a miracle onto the world.

Reality became a helpless witness. A victim of a phenomenon that should not exist.

One thing I found out recently about chi was that a great visualisation, will and intent go a long way to enhancing my attacks. Such was the case for Kamehameha which left a deep mark in my heart since I was a child.

So my visualisation, desire and everything was to the maximum.

It was a similar case for the current situation as I visualised something which left a great impression on me the first time I saw it. It helped in shaping the miracle and gave me a boost.

I willed out almost the entirety of my chi reserves as I planned to finish everything with one attack.

And then a few minutes later, I was ready. I opened my eyes as they glowed in a brilliant yellow hue in the darkening sky.

I brought my hands up ever so slowly and my muscles shook as if I was lifting the heaviest object known to life.

Then I brought my hand down like a judge slamming his palm on the courtroom table with an order: a judgment of death.

Buddha's Palm

The space flickered and disregarding the fundamental laws of the universe, a devastating force slammed onto the earth. A phenomenon that should not have happened, it was an action without any logical base - a miracle.

The clouds parted due to the invisible force and the earth was left to be traumatized and forever be reshaped.

The invisible force slammed onto the earth and crushed the Tibetan army. Everything was flattened in an instant.

The soldiers had trained all their lives, hoping to protect themselves and the people they love. But in front of my overwhelming strength, they did not have time to even fight back.

They did not have the privilege to fight for their lives.

In the end, what was the difference between themselves and the civilians who had never trained or experienced hardship in their life?

Because they died just as helpless.

The catastrophic impact left a deep handprint on the earth. It was more than a kilometre wide and many times longer.

Then it was followed by a deafening sound that shook the whole world.

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!*

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I remained in the sky as I watched the shockwave spread through the surroundings like a nuclear bomb dropped on the ocean. Mountains crumbled and nature was literally rearranged.

I watched until everything settled down and the world stilled.

Not happy with my work yet not ashamed.

Then I left without a single word.

This was the darkness Oogway saw.

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