Mulan [Daragon]

Part 2

The grayscale statue began to glow, and turned into his colored version again, radiating a reddish glow all around him. Hastily, he dropped the incense plate he was holding on the floor, and pressed his hands together. The transition between his actions was so little he almost fell on the floor, but luckily, due to his height whatsoever, he had planted his feet back to the floor after he slightly tripped. Fire erupted between his hands, and when he moved them apart, the blaze went down and his gong appeared. Wushu began pounding it harder than before, shouting, "Wake up dead people!"

Cold smoke went out from each tomb, spiraling to the air fluidly until it takes a form of a person. Woojin yawned with his feet and arms crossed and complained, "I was having a good night's rest lad. I even heard my mother saying help or somethin'." He yawned again.

The old woman with the protruding eye stretched her back while moaning, a deed that almost lasted forever, and Jimin had to throw his head towards her just for her to stop. She rubbed her noggin, unaware of the fact her nephew threw his head at her, and said with a soft voice, "This better be better than my dreams, Wushu."

"It's Sandara." He started, breathlessly. His anxiousness made the incense plate erupt in flames, and the fire crackled. Its sound, that normally brings comfort to the souls, now gave them unlikable chills. The incense sticks continued to burn, and as the silence, it took a long while before the sticks were consumed by the fire.

The old woman was the first one to speak, murmuring, "It's not good.", deciding that her great great granddaughter is not worthy of her worrying and went back to her sleep. Her snores, a series of frequent chortles and grunts, filled the room. However, Woojin, Sandara's father, and the other souls took interest with the problem at hand and asked what was wrong.

Wushu swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and then, down. "She went to Seoul camp to replace her brother in the Imperial Army." He answered, exasperated and then, began to murmur in a low voice as he clasped on either side of his head, "The last time this happened, there were forty—no, a hundred souls waiting in line outside this temple. It was like a mass murder after the reckless action Seokyung had done, loving one of North Korea's soldiers. It was forbidden I tell you! Almost half of the family died, sacrificing their lives for a not well-thought behavior!" Wushu's face was like chalk, white and ashen.

Seokyung giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "But he was handsome. Don't worry, I dumped him after a hundred of my family died."

Wushu gawked.

"Now, this is not the problem at hand." Woojin interrupted, pissed off. "My daughter is in danger, and if we don't act now, she'd be beheaded!"

"It's better than having a hundred souls lining up in front of the temple."

"Wushu!"

"Okay, okay! That's why I woke you all up, right?" Wushu said, heaving a sigh. Being the bell boy, there's nothing he could do but to address the problem. "The meeting for saving Sandara Park will now commence. Raise your hand for suggestions."

Seokyung eagerly and immediately raised hers first, which earned a lot of groans from the others. Wushu called out her name, even if it was against his will. That girl's idea never really come in handy.

"I have an idea." She winked, and everyone face-palmed. "Let's send Wushu out for her. He's the great dragon, right?"

Much to Wushu's expectation, and for the first time in forever, everyone nodded their heads. Even Jimin, who had his head on his hand.

"Well, now, lad." Woojin started when he saw Wushu's ashen expression again. "I know what happened before—"

"I'm not going to protect her." Wushu interrupted, crossing his arms, his voice stern and firm. "Even if I'm going to be bell boy forever, that's worth it than being the Great Dragon Warrior once again."