-10 years ago-
The sounds of swords clanging together, cannons blasting, explosions, gunfire, war cries, and death screams filled the ears of the little boy as he ran crying through the battleground that was once the Forbidden City of the Chin-yu Dynasty.
As he ran past all the chaos his mind was set on one thing. One man. One warrior. His father.
He made his way to the Imperial Throne Room, where he saw the four Tiger Gaurdians of the Great Dragon Emporer. His father was one of them.
"Go!," said Chan-Li to the other Tiger Gaurdians. "Take Emporer Wo-Dang and flee! If not our risks will have been for nothing!"
Obeying orders the other three Gaurdians retreated with the Emoprer, looking for safety. Chan-Li stood alone, surrounded by Destrian troops. He was outnumbered, fifty to one. They had longswords, guns, and other weapons. But it did not matter, these foriegn soldiers would meet their fate at the hands of a legend.
Suddenly they charged. The troops with swords rushed him, while the gunnmen kept their distance. Chan-Li drew his sword, a magnifacently crafted Chin-yu made Dao sword. As the attackers came, they were greeted with slashes, punches, and kicks. Chan-Li attacked with the sword with precission, accuracy, and skill. Full mastery of the Dao sword is more than a technique, but a beautiful yet deadly form of art. The Dance of Death, he calls it.
One by one, every soldier fell, every bullet dodged or deflected. Finally, Chan-Li stood alone.
"These soldiers are no threat to a mighty Tiger Guardian, they are flies on the oxes back. Just a nuciance." As he caught his breath he was inturrupted by the sound of hands clapping. As he looked up to see the source, a hand meet his throat and began to squeeze.
As he started to loose life, he looked over to his son, hiding behind a pillar. He slowly reached out his hand towards him, but it feel limp. The boy couldn't bear it. "DADDY!!!" screamed the child.
A man sits at a beautiful garden on a bridge crossing over a small pond full of coyfish. He was medetating, but was interrupted.
"How can I clear my thoughts when vengence clouds my mind? Father would think badly of such." The man is Jackie-Li, son of Chan-Li. He is now 19 years old.
Just when he attempted to retry his meditation he was nudged in the back of the head.
"Get up you rat!" commanded the Destrian soldier. Slowly, Jackie-Li stood, but didn't turn to face the two soldiers behind him.
What do you think you're doing worm?" asked the Destrian. "I'm merely medatating, no need for questioning Destrian." replied Jackie-Li.
"Oh, a smart-ass eh? Well dirt-bag this is your only warning, watch your tounge when in the pressence of your surperiors." Said the other soldier.
"I'll keep that in mind, thank you." said Jackie-Li. The soldiers walked off, muttering something about "Chin-yu scum."
He could have easily killed both of them, but nows not the time. "Some day," thought Jackie-Li, "some day I'll free Chin-yu from the clutches of these Destry fools, and I'll avenge my father, by taking the life of his killer,..."
He slowly looked over to the large picture on the side of a near by building. A picture that can be found all around the country. A picture of the ruler of Destry. "I kill you, Storm Valentine..."