Readers POV

4 years old:

Your mother is leading you throughout the streets of Vale. The sun is setting and normally you would be in bed by now, but instead your mother had grabbed you by the hand and headed to the wealthy part of the Kingdom. You've been walking for the better part of an hour and your feet are sore. "Mommy, my feet are tired." You say sleepily, using the hand not in your mothers to rub at your eye. Your mother ignores you and simply pulls you a little roughly to make you speed up. You try again to get your mother's attention. "Mommy..."

"Quiet (F/N)!" She snaps, "We're nearly there."

You do as your mother says and try to take your mind of how sore your feet are and how heavy your eyelids feel by looking at the houses. They're much bigger than your own, most even have cars parked in a driveway. After another fifteen minutes of walking you approach the biggest house you've ever seen. You could easily fit fifty of your own within its white marble walls. Leading past a gate taller than even your mother and up a set of grand stairs your mother bangs upon a set of giant oak doors until a man in a black suit opens the door.

"Good evening madame," The man says, his grey mustache quivering as he spoke. "do you have an appointment with..."

"Chandler!" Your mother shouts into the mansion. "Chandler, I know you're in there. Come out here or else I'll..."

"Quiet down!" A tall man appears at the doorway. He's dressed in a fine grey suit, his black shoes reflect the light of the setting sun. "What is the meaning of this?" The man asks angrily, waving the mustache man away. He steps outside and closes the door. "My family is in the middle of dinner and you dare to interrupt us!"

Afraid of the angry man, you move to hide behind your mother. "You know why I'm here, we made a deal! You said so long as I kept quiet you'd send him to school when he was old enough. He's four years old now, it's time to keep your promise!" The man turns his gaze from your mother down to you, looking you over for a minute before wrinkling his nose.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He says coldly.

"Bullshit you don't know! You said you'd pay for his schooling. Send him to some fancy boarding school in Atlas and get him off my hands. That was the deal!"

"And who am I supposed to say he is? Some charity case? I can't just send some filthy rat like him to boarding school, people will start to talk."

"He's your son!" Your mom shouts.

"HE IS NOT!" The man spits in your mother's face. He coughs and readjusts his tie before continuing. "He is not my son. How could he be? Just look at him. He's a dirty little peasant just like his mother. He isn't fit to be my son."

"If you won't take him off my hands then I'll tell. I'll tell the papers and the media all about your little scandal in the slums and you'll be ruined."

The man throws back his head and laughs. "You'll tell? Imagine how that would look to the world. Some dirty whore pointing fingers at Chandler Amadeus and claiming to have given birth to his son. The world would see you as nothing more than some addict looking for an easy buck from the richest man in the Kingdom. You'll be nothing more than a footnote in the back columns, and when that happens I'll buy out that wasteland you call home and bulldoze over it. Now leave before I call security." With that the tall man walks back inside.

"Who was that dear?" You hear a woman call from inside.

"No one Jasmine, just some woman who lost her dog."

The doors close behind him leaving you and your mother out in the night. Grabbing your hand again your mother roughly drags you back home.

5 years old:

You're sitting in your bedroom on top of your pile of blankets when you hear the front door open and close. Two pairs of footsteps pass by your door and into your mother's room. Every night she brings home another man. Sometimes you wonder who they are and if you'll ever get to see them. Maybe one of them will be your daddy. You think it'd be cool to have a dad, you've never had one before. You hear giggling coming from your mother's room and the old mattress squeaking. You're happy your mom has a friend to play with. You don't really have any friends, or any other kids for that matter. Most of the time you're in your room, except for breakfast and lunch. Your mom leaves before dinner and stays out real late. A lot of the time she brings a friend home to play with. Just then you hear something hit a wall and your mother say "Ouch!"

You run into your mother's room to see a strange man on top of her. "Mommy are you okay!"

"What the hell, you have a kid?!" The man yells, jumping off the bed.

"Wait, he isn't mine. I'm just watching him for a friend." Your mother says.

"Like hell lady. I'm outta here." The man says grabbing his hat off a chair and walking out of the room. Your mother follows after him trying to convince him to stay, but you hear the front door close.

"You!" She yells, approaching you. "You just had to show up, didn't you?" She raises her hand and smacks you across the face.

"I'm sorry mommy." You cry. "I thought he was hurting you!"

"You can't work, you're always crying! All you do is eat my food! And you aren't even good enough to just stay in your room!" She slaps you again.

2 months later:

"Mommy where are we going?" You ask as you trek through tall grass, your mother only a few feet in front of you.

"I told you sweetie, we're going camping." She says excitedly.

"But aren't the mountains dangerous? I thought there were Grimm out here."

"Don't worry honey." Your mom stops and kneels in front of you. "There aren't any where we're going. And besides, even if we do see any, mommy will fight them off, okay?"

"Okay." You say, feeling reassured.

"This looks like a good place to camp right?" She asks. You simply nod your head. "Good! Why don't you collect some stick for a fire while mommy puts up the tent?"

"Okay!" You say, running off to some nearby trees. You spend the next ten minutes collecting sticks until your arms are so full you can't see over the pile. "Is this enough mommy?" You ask. She doesn't answer. "Mommy?" Looking around the sticks you notice your mom is gone. "Mommy?" You yell, dropping the sticks and running to where she last was. There's no sign of your mother or a tent. You begin crying as it starts to get dark out.

The sun is setting, and stars are appearing overhead. From the forest you hear the snapping of branches and you look over to see a Beowolf standing over your pile of sticks. It's eyes glowing red, teeth bared, it drops down onto all fours and growls in your direction. Out of the forest comes another Beowolf, followed by another, and another. They keep coming until seven of the creatures stare at you. You turn to run away but can hear the beasts chasing you, gaining on you. You can feel one of the beast's hot breath on your neck and hear it open its mouth. Tripping and falling out of fear, you turn around expecting to be eaten, only to see a bald man in orange and red robes standing in front of the Grimm, a spear lodged in its chest. The Beowolf turns to ash, freeing the man's spear. The rest of the creatures rush the robed man. Ducking under their legs he trips one with his spear, stabbing it through the head, before using both hands to swing around the pole and kick a second beast in the stomach, sending it flying into one of its companions. Pulling his spear from the ground he lunged towards the two Grimm recovering from the collision, thrusting the spear with so much power it went through both creatures skulls. One of the remaining four Grimm attempted to slash the man with it's powerful claws, only to have the man jump high above the creature, coming back down, landing on the creature's skull, planting in the ground with enough force to create a small crater. As he recovered from the impact of the landing, a slash of claws sent him flying sideways. The last three Beowolves ran towards the man, who you thought was for sure about to be devoured. Instead you witness the him inhale deeply and spew fire from his mouth, roasting the last of the Grimm alive.

Brushing himself off, the robed stranger approached you. As he got closer, you begin to timidly crawl backwards and away from the man. "It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you." He says kneeling down in front of you. "I am Jiao Kun the Dragon. What's your name?"

"I'm (F/N) (L/N)." Looking the man over, you see no wings or scales, nothing suggests he's a lizard faunus let alone a dragon. "You don't look like a Dragon."

He chuckles. "True. It is just my title. The name was given to me due to my semblance."

"What's a semblance?" You ask confused.

"It's a gift. Unique to each person. Here, watch." The man cups his hands around his mouth and gently blows small flames for your entertainment. He continued this for several minutes while you laugh at the different shapes he makes the fire create.

"Where'd you learn how to do that?" You ask, hoping he can teach you.

"At my home, the Sun Zhang temple, high in the mountains. Come, let me show you." He says as he stands and extends his hand.

You look over your shoulder for your mother one last time before taking the man's hand and heading with him into the mountains. At least, you think, I can wait for her with this man until she comes back.

Author's Note:

I have a very distinct vision as to where this story will go. Feedback and constructive criticism is always appreciated and may be taken into consideration.