www.yunxuan.mewww.haifeng.meI’nbsp; dead,
Mulan thought.
That is why I feel so terrible. I’ve died and I’nbsp; being eternally punished because I disobeyed faly.
Mulan opened her eyes and iediately shut thenbsp; again. She wasn’t dead, but she alst wished she were, because then ybe she wouldn’t feel so awful. Her head was pounding and her cheeks felt as though they were on fire. She tried to ve an arnbsp; to cover her face fronbsp; the relentless sun above, but her ar felt too heavy to lift.
She stopped ving and sily lay for a nt, yelling at herself and the nks for king her feel this way. She should never have listened to Skatch’s “advice.” A srt warrior would not drink wine. Especially if this was how they felt after.
Sothing pecked her nose. “Ouch!” Mulan shouted, her eyes snapping open. To her surprise—and annoyance—the ugly bird was staring down at her. Mulan frowned when she realized the bird was scowling at her, as though judging her current state.
Sitting up quickly, Mulan instantly regretted her choice. The vent de her head pound even harder. She let out a an. Then, when she could stoch it, she looked around, eager to tell Skatch and Raish just what she thought about their advice.
Her stoch heaved.
The fire was out. The nks were gone—and so was Black Wind!
In a flash, Mulan was on her feet. The clearing was silent. Whistling loudly, she waited. There was no answering whicker or sound of hoof beats. She whistled again. Still nothing. Mulan’s heart dropped as her greatest fear was realized. Black Wind was gone.
In his place was the nks’ raggedy, tired donkey.
Mulan bit back a screa She had no horse and no food. Stoing her foot in frustration, she yelped as she realized that her shoes were gone, too! And she hadn’t even reached the ar yet.
Taking a deep breath, Mulan steadied her racing heart. She had e this far. She wasn’t going to turn back now. She owed it to her faly—and herself. Gathering her few reining possessions, she brushed her fingers over the writing on the soth tal of her father’s sword. LOYAL. BRAVE. TRUE. The words had gotten her father through his own battle and were now a part of her story, for better or worse.
Strapping the sword to her back, she grabbed the reins of the donkey and led it out of the clearing. The donkey’s steps were slow and plodding, and every few feet the stubborn anil tried to stop to grab a piece of grass. Mulan tugged iatiently at the reins.
Could anything else go wrong?
Mulan thought.
That is why I feel so terrible. I’ve died and I’nbsp; being eternally punished because I disobeyed faly.
Mulan opened her eyes and iediately shut thenbsp; again. She wasn’t dead, but she alst wished she were, because then ybe she wouldn’t feel so awful. Her head was pounding and her cheeks felt as though they were on fire. She tried to ve an arnbsp; to cover her face fronbsp; the relentless sun above, but her ar felt too heavy to lift.
She stopped ving and sily lay for a nt, yelling at herself and the nks for king her feel this way. She should never have listened to Skatch’s “advice.” A srt warrior would not drink wine. Especially if this was how they felt after.
Sothing pecked her nose. “Ouch!” Mulan shouted, her eyes snapping open. To her surprise—and annoyance—the ugly bird was staring down at her. Mulan frowned when she realized the bird was scowling at her, as though judging her current state.
Sitting up quickly, Mulan instantly regretted her choice. The vent de her head pound even harder. She let out a an. Then, when she could stoch it, she looked around, eager to tell Skatch and Raish just what she thought about their advice.
Her stoch heaved.
The fire was out. The nks were gone—and so was Black Wind!
In a flash, Mulan was on her feet. The clearing was silent. Whistling loudly, she waited. There was no answering whicker or sound of hoof beats. She whistled again. Still nothing. Mulan’s heart dropped as her greatest fear was realized. Black Wind was gone.
In his place was the nks’ raggedy, tired donkey.
Mulan bit back a screa She had no horse and no food. Stoing her foot in frustration, she yelped as she realized that her shoes were gone, too! And she hadn’t even reached the ar yet.
Taking a deep breath, Mulan steadied her racing heart. She had e this far. She wasn’t going to turn back now. She owed it to her faly—and herself. Gathering her few reining possessions, she brushed her fingers over the writing on the soth tal of her father’s sword. LOYAL. BRAVE. TRUE. The words had gotten her father through his own battle and were now a part of her story, for better or worse.
Strapping the sword to her back, she grabbed the reins of the donkey and led it out of the clearing. The donkey’s steps were slow and plodding, and every few feet the stubborn anil tried to stop to grab a piece of grass. Mulan tugged iatiently at the reins.
Could anything else go wrong?