After Hao became the shaman king, he found you in a burning forest, your parents and older sibling dead. He decided to take in, considering you were barely a tear old. I mean, he couldnt just leave you there, could he?

You had always watched the flames in Hao's hands with a mixture of awe, but today.. today something stirred inside you. A small flicker of light appeared in your palms, unsteady and wild, like it didn’t know what it was doing. Your heart jumped, and a small cough escaped your lips as the glow wavered. You had never tried to summon fire yourself before, and now it danced over your fingers, bright and unpredictable.

Hao was there instantly, kneeling beside you, eyes fixed on the tiny blaze. His expression didn’t shift into anger or panic -he rarely let that happen - but there was a faint glow in his gaze that even you could feel. He had seen countless spirits and warriors control fire far stronger than this, but somehow, this - this fragile spark in your small hands - was different. It was yours.

"You’re going to burn yourself," he murmured, voice low but not harsh.