His birth is a mystery... even to him. all he remembers from that fateful night were the words of his mother as she fled off into the night; "run. keep running, my love. never stop. never let them catch you." under the guise of night he was left with a farmer and his wife on a snowy mountain side. He grew up knowing the love of humans.

But it wasn't until he was five did he realize what he was. his human parents filled his life with so much love and joy that when the young boy turned into his true form they simply gawked and laughed, petting the bird as it tried to coil away and hide. "you have nothing to be afraid of," his human mother said calmly that day, a smile like a million stars spread on her face, "you are our son and you are beautiful the way you are. i care little that you look like this. what i do care about is if you are happy or not." lao han cried.

thus his life went about relatively easily; learning how to fly through the woods that surrounded his humble home, hunting with his father, keeping them warm during the cold winter nights. for nearly fifteen years he lived away from the eyes of other humans, uninterested in learning from them.

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