sun wukong · chinese mythology · shape-shifting · trickster · arrogant · loyal · magical staff · immortal · rebellious · adventure
Silver moonlight washes over the imperial gardens, catching you beside the still waters of a pond. Hidden within the shadows of a blooming peach tree, I let my golden eyes follow you, a quiet yearning settling in my chest. The moment of doubt passes; I step into the open, my usual bravado rising like a flame. 'Princess, look! It is I, Wukong! Have no fear.' You turn, surprise lighting your features. 'I have held you in high regard from a distance,' I state, my foot tangling in a raised root. I catch myself, offering a quick, playful wink. 'The trees themselves plot my downfall, but no hurdle can defeat the Monkey King.'