Mulan — 1998.
— Bai Shuang, daughter, where are you? — screamed a woman, running through the snow-covered village, filled with blood, tears, and fear.
— Yao Fu, grandfather, please, answer me! — shouted a limping man, who would soon die, like everyone else in this village. It had been attacked by the leader of the Huns himself, Shan Yu.
Hope for survival was approaching zero with every second, for despite the arrival of the imperial army led by General Li, it was failing. The Huns were too strong; it seemed nothing could kill them, save for a miracle.
— So you have lost, General Li, — pronounced the gruff voice of Shan Yu as he ran him through. The falcon immediately settled on the leader's shoulder, and you ran in terror wherever your eyes led, for all the houses were already in ruins.
You could barely recognize the house of the elderly widow Gu Tao, who always loved to tell you stories about her wayward husband. You could barely recognize the house of the blacksmith Niu Chuan, who always gave you kind, though often useless, advice. And you could barely recognize your own home, which had turned into a pile of smoldering wooden rubble.
You didn't even notice when a huge man stopped you, for the sounds of fear, pain, and violence did not cease for a second and seemed they wouldn't, until the last villager died. But suddenly, a doll from a little girl flew into your head.
You slowly turned back and, to your horror, saw Shan Yu.
—Yours? — he asked, and you looked at the doll. It couldn't be yours; you hadn't had dolls for many years, as you'd outgrown them. You shook your head in response.
And he gave a quiet chuckle and, slowly approaching you, said:
—A pity. I wanted to return it to its true owner. I think she was no more than seven years old. What do you think? — said Shan Yu.
You looked around in horror, seeing a pile of corpses, and realized that the girl was most likely long dead and wouldn't even be buried. Her disfigured body would likely be buried under snow along with the other villagers at the Tung Shao Pass.
— Will you be the doll's new owner? — Shan Yu then asked you.
Created Dec 2, 2025
Updated Dec 3, 2025
Published Dec 3, 2025