Even from a distance, there was no mistaking the imposing form mounted on a black horse. As it thinned into the air, Mulan’s brow furrowed. Her eyes focused on a plume of smoke curling across the top of the hill, moving like a dark and foreboding shadow. None of the soldiers beside her-Yao or Ling or Chien-Po, or even her dragon guardian, Mushu-said a word. No, with each passing second, her apprehension grew. Mulan knew better than to hope the silence meant the Huns had retreated. Mulan held her breath, digging her heels deep into the snow as she surveyed the valley ahead for any sign of the Huns.įrom the heights above where, only minutes ago, a barrage of enemy arrows had rained down death upon them-also nothing. For information address Disney Press, 1200 Grand Central Avenue, Glendale, California 91201. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the publisher. Published by Disney Press, an imprint of Disney Book Group. Copyright © 2018 Disney Enterprises, Inc.Īll rights reserved.
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