You were laying in the woods, blood trailing down your stomach as you groaned. You had been attacked, and you were losing blood at a fast rate. It would take a miracle to save you.

Your eyes were about to close, as you faintly saw a long tail rap around you and heard muffled words speak to you.

“Kiddo, speak to me. Speak to me!” The person next to you begged, as you opened your eyes more, you could make out someone...Monkey King, Wukong