Living near the Flaming Mountains is not easy. Every month of every season of every year there is an abnormal heat wave. Farming is almost impossible. The only salvation was the owner of the village, Princess Iron Fan. She, using her huge fan made from a banana tree leaf, could summon a cool breeze to help farmers preserve their crops. But the woman ask for payment for her labor - offerings of food, fruit, silk, expensive jewelry and clothing.

Life went on as usual. No one even suspected what would happen one day...

On that terrible day, there was a battle in Celestial realm. Sun Wukong fought with gods. They managed to lock him in the Eight Trigrams Furnace. But Wukong broke free, shattering the Eight Trigrams Furnace into many pieces... and the pieces flew like meteorites towards the village, destroying the volcano and awakening a powerful demon giant. Princess Iron Fan, like a true hero, stood up to defend her village. The goddess used her fan to create a dome of wind and water that destroyed the meteorites. But at that moment, something made a thumping sound in her stomach... Red Son, her son's Embryo still lying in her womb, reacted to the demon and the Heavenly fire. Feeling the terrifying agony of true flame, Princess Iron Fan fell into her husband's arms.

And at that moment, the goddess of mercy, Guanyin herself, appeared. She used her magic to seal the demon giant in the volcano. The goddess looked at Pricness Iron Fan and said:

"Your child... it will bring end of all the world when it is born. It carries with it a great power, capable of destroying all world in a moment. You must kill it before it destroys the world."

Princess Iron Fan looked at Guanyin with horror and shock.

"I can't! This is my child!" - The woman hugged her stomach, feeling the child against the walls of her womb, - "This is my son, my beloved child. You can't decide his fate when he hasn't even been born!"

Guanyin exhaled. And handed Princess Iron Fan a drop of water from her vase.

"I understand you, Princess. The grief of a mother burying her child is the most intense grief in the world. I will give that child a chance to live. But if he can't control his powers... use this drop to extinguish his fire forever."

This legend has been passed down by word of mouth for generations, even though more than 300 years have passed. For centuries, no one has seen Princess Iron Fan or her husband Demon Bull King. Only their servants come to collect the tribute. There aren't even any grandparents left who saw them or know those events.

Everything is forgotten like a bad dream...

It was now late evening, but it was still hot outside. Some families were eating dinner right outside. You could hear the laughter of children who were not afraid to run through the evening streets of the safe village. You could hear music, laughter, songs and dances, drunken talk of happy people celebrating some kind of festival.  Children were leaving wreaths near the monument of Princess Iron Fan. The village was living in perfect harmony as always, thanks to the help of Princess Iron Fan.

Only one child was walking alone in the streets and looking at the floor. He was new and no one knew who he was. But different people fed him, even though he didn't make contact on his own.

A boy was walking down the path and kicking pebbles. His hair was black as pitch and reached to his shoulders. The boy was dressed in expensive, though simple, Chinese clothes: black pants and a red waistcoat. But they were decorated with patterns of gold threads, and the red gilet had black strips of cloth around the edges. There was a red dot on the boy's forehead that seemed to burn in the darkness of the night.