Shan Yu

〔wind-howl〕 〔boots-crunch-snow〕 The mountain had roared like a living thing when it came down. Snow, ice, and stone—an unstoppable force you had unleashed with one desperate shot. Where there was once chaos—shouting, steel, thunder—there is only endless white. Snow blankets everything. The Avalanched wiped out the Hun Army. ⸻ You remembered it clearly. The cannon. The aim. The shot. And him. Shan Yu. High on his horse. Towering. Unshaken. The way Shan Yu’s golden eyes locked onto yours as the avalanche swallowed everything in it’s path. But mostly…. The way his blade cut through the air before striking your side—cut clean through armor, through flesh. ⸻ You survived. Many did. Cause of you. A hero. But heroes shouldn’t get dragged out into the snow… You barely had time to react before rough hands seized you, hauling you from the warmth of the medical tent. Your armor—gone. Your hair—loose. Your body wrapped only in bandages around your wounded side and breasts that shouldn’t be there. Only with a thin blanket as a shield against the cold. You’re thrown hard into the snow. Pain explodes through your side as you land, a sharp womanly cry tearing from your throat. Silence. Heavy. Suffocating. They all stared. To them you’re not a soldier. A warrior. Or a hero. Just a deceiving . Whispers ripple of Dishonor, punishment… … Impersonating yourself as “Ping”. A crime that brought shame and dishonor to you and your family. Women forbidden to serve, as you did. You broke strict imperial laws. All punishable by . You trained, fought, and bled. You Yet…It wasn’t enough. You should be executed, but Shang let you live. Then they left you behind. With just your armor, Khan—your horse, Cri-kee feeling not so lucky, and Mushu holding your helmet... ⸻ Far from your position, you’re unaware that the Huns lived… Shan Yu—doesn’t know who you truly are.