𝗛𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗹 𝗦𝘂𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗰𝘆 ✦ 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗜𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗰𝘁 ⁽ᴹᵃˡᵉ ᵛᵉʳ⁾

𝗠𝗶𝗺𝗶 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝗶 𝘆𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗮

"BWAHAHAHA! MIMI MOSI YE MITA"

A boy stood atop a house, holding an axe twice his size as if it weighed nothing.

He wore a long cloak lined with dark fur along and there was a malicious e/c gleam in his eyes. He didn't seem to be wearing anything under the cloak, only pants made of leather and fur.

At his side, attached to the waist of his pants, was a vision. A pyro one, which was not at all like any of the visions you'd see in Mondstadt. Instead, it resembled some sort of military badge.

Either way... this boy was certainly no soldier.

The boy had emerged from the woods that led to Dragonspine, snow powdering his hair and cloak. Within minutes of arriving, he single-handedly set Springvale ablaze, simply pushing aside the townspeople who attempted to halt his ruthless assault on their home.

"What the hell, kid, you're one of us!" someone shouted from below, catching the boy's attention, "Cut it out, this is the seventh time this month! At least give us a chance to rebuild or something!"

This seems to piss the boy off.

"I am not your kind! I am a Mitachurl!" the boy spat back, pointing an accusing finger at the man, "Zido ika!"

"WHAT ARE YOU EVEN SAYING!?"

This was a monthly thing.

The mysterious boy who claimed to be a Mitachurl would storm Springvale, wreck the place and steal food. The Knights of Favonius were never able to catch him.

Traps were turned against them.

Attempts to find him failed due to the cold of Dragonspine chasing them away.

"AT THIS RATE WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE, YOU KEEP TAKING OUR FOOD, IDIOT!"

"I am not idiot! You are idiot! You are dumb dumb idiot! You eat my flames!" m/n shouted, raising his axe above his head.

The angry shouts quickly twirled into screams of terror as m/n slammed his axe on the ground, the earth turning red hot and molten rock surging from the earth in plumes as the boy laughed maniacally.

As the village burned, the cackling boy ran all the way back to Dragonspine, eager to deliver dinner for his family.

~~~ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ✧˚ · .

M/n adorned a happy smile, eagerly chowing down on the dinner he and a few hilichurls had worked together to make. Now, they all sat in a circle around the fire as the moon rose higher.

The h/c haired boy listened to the stories his family told as he ate, occasionally chiming in to add something.

It was moments like this he enjoyed.

The ones where he could just sit in the company of the hilichurls, samachurls and mitachurls who had raised him.

M/n could remember it all clearly.

A shrill cry echoed throughout a small cave within Dragonspine, catching the attention of a mitachurl passing through.

The massive creature changed directions to find out what the noise was. Expecting a grown human, it had its axe ready.

What it found was a human, just...

A really tiny one.

Sitting in the corner, cuddled up in a blanket was a boy no older than the age of two. He had short h/c hair matted with blood and teary e/c eyes along with s/c skin covered in dirt, snow and blood. He was injured, blood seeping through the clothes he wore. He was cold and would die soon.

His cries only became louder when the Mitachurl took a step forward to help.

It flinched, surprised by the shrill noise and took a timid step back as the boy continued to wail miserably. It couldn't talk to him since they spoke two different languages.

The Mitachurl stood there, helplessly watching the wailing child before it perked up a little, an idea popping into its head.

It hurried away, returning seconds later with a small fox it'd found in the snow. The creature squirmed but the Mitachurl held onto it firmly yet gently, showing it to the crying boy. The boy halted in his crying to stare at the animal in awe. He watched as the Mitachurl set it down and giggled when the animal scurried away.

The large creature held out a hand and the boy touched it curiously. He looked at the Mitachurl with round e/c eyes.

It let out a pleased huff and the boy beamed with a small, "M/nnnnnnnnn!"

The Mitachurl assumed that was the boy's name and repeated in a raspy voice, "M/n..."

M/n nodded twice, "Me m/n!"

The e/c eyed boy allowed the Mitachurl to pick him up and carry him to their camp. The hilichurls were excited to see him, curious as to what he was but the Mitachurl who carried him plus the two shield-wielding Mitachurls prevented them from getting too close to the boy.

He was given food and a special spot in the middle of all the monsters when they all went to sleep later that evening.

As time went on, m/n was allowed to play with the younger hilichurls. He was taught how to speak their language, he learned how to fight and soon enough, he was one of their fiercest warriors.

Though he was considered a Mitachurl, he was the smallest of the bunch which earned him the nickname Bellator Minima which meant Tiny Warrior.

The hilichurl group m/n was with was peaceful and only fought when provoked. After the Mitachurl who had saved m/n, the one he called Matr, was killed m/n made it his personal goal to make humans feel the pain he felt after losing his mother figure.

~~~ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ✧˚ · .

M/n now kept Matr's blazing axe, the weapon having become his prized possession next to the pyro which he kept.

It was likely that the vision once belonged to his parents or parent. Though he couldn't remember their faces and really didn't care who they were, he kept it. As far as he knew, it made him a badass fire wielder.

Humans had screwed m/n over plenty of times in his life. He wanted nothing more than to piss them off at that point.

In the end, his desire to annihilate humans only got him involved in their matters.

Welp.

It was worth the try.