||What's Unfair and Unjust||

||3: The Spirit I Adopted||

Eyyyy Myanmar lore ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I don't know why I'm writing this- maybe because yesterday me and i_needcoffee1 were texting eachother and I was telling her some lore? Mmmmmmm yum yum chewy lore its like chicken skin, ITS THE BEST PART. Quick warning there will be smol bean angst but nothing to worry about peeps. Anyways we start.

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Myanmar POV:

 We finally got on the plane after what seemed like forever. I really didn't wanna be here after what happened at the UN building. Once I got to my seat and put away my luggage I sat down and stared out the window. This feels just like that time... I silently thought to myself. Slowly, I felt myself drifting to sleep...

Lore starts here!

It all started from the first flag of Myanmar, or in this case, Burma. 

The very first representative. An adult male who was quite narcissistic and saw himself as royalty, as elegant as a peacock. Everything was well, Burma had the most organized monarchy in Southeast Asia. Everything was great, even after their flag change.

Well... that was until British India invaded.

Suddenly, representatives  were disappearing mysteriously. Nobody knew where they went. This kept repeating until it all came down to one 20-year old woman. She noticed the pattern between the disappearing representatives and drew it down to one explanation.

The brits were taking them away. They already passed through over 30 representatives and couldn't afford to lose another one. She avoided the British and stayed near her fellow Burmese people.

Then Aung San and U Nu came in the picture. The woman was 30 and had 2 children by this time. One was taken away by her ex-husband. She only had her daughter now. War broke out and the Burmese had finally gained independence from British India after 62 years of being under British rule. The flag changed and the woman remained the representative for Myanmar. Things were looking better for a while.

But something odd happened.

The representative was aging. That wasn't supposed to be happening.

Apparently the system broke during the war and she was no longer immortal. She had to depend on her daughter now. She trained her daughter all she could, more flag changes happened (damn my country is really indecisive) and by 2000, the representative had passed away. Her daughter was 16 when this happened, yet she was forced to become the next representative, making her the youngest in the entire world. She knew nothing about her brother but...

Younger Myanmar POV:

"May may?" I quietly snuck into her office and saw her talking to a weird looking man. He was red and had 4 yellow stars on his face. 

I don't think they noticed me so I stood next to my mother. I noticed a boy standing next to the man. He was definitely older than me, probably by 9 or 10 years, I can't really tell. I heard my mother say something like: "She can't know about her brother" or "Don't tell her about her brother"

I was confused but I looked back at the boy, who looked at me with a concerned expression. I could feel my heart breaking into one-hundred and fifty pieces. 

"May may? I have a brother? Why didn't you tell me?" I was about to start crying.

"E-Eh? Thamee?"

The man looked at me and smiled. "So this is my daughter?" I grabbed onto my mother's longyi tightly and hid behind her. I felt my mother's hand on my head. "Yes, she is. However I don't think she wants anything to do with you." My mother said sternly. The boy approached me gently and kneeled down. "My name is _____, what's yours?" I blinked before responding. "M-my name is... Thura, Thura Nyunt." He smiled. I could tell he was much nicer than his father, or our father. "So you're my koko?" I asked trying to be as polite as possible. "Yes, yes I am."

I was so confused.

Why didn't may may tell me before? Why was there a weird looking man talking to her? And is my "father" and brother leaving for good?

I heard the man say something to koko in another language. I couldn't understand what they were saying. All I knew was that they were probably going to leave.

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I felt sad, I don't know why. I never knew my brother yet I was sad he was leaving. It's an odd feeling that I never knew. I grew up learning my entire life, surrounded by soldiers and tutors. I never had any friends either. My mother moved to America after Burma had gained independence from the British. She told me it was for my education and it was safer for me. I grew up not knowing what was happening in my country. 11 years later we come back to Burma. What for? Even I don't know. Everything went downhill after Aung San was apparently assassinated.

 I hated myself for not knowing all of this. I hated myself for not being there for my country. I hated myself for being born. I just wish my mother would tell me the truth about my brother and my dad. I knew nothing about them...

Lore end, I hope it isnt weird 🤧

Myanmar POV:

I woke up from what I assume is a nightmare, or a flashback. It was nighttime when I woke up Great... just perfect... What the hell am I supposed to do now? I grabbed the remote from the chair and turned on a random show to hopefully make me tired again.

WOOHOO ANOTHER CHAPTER DOWN 😎 this story is a bit familiar to me 👀 oh yea, the part where it says ex-husband is based off my grandmother's story. My grandfather(from my mother's side) left my grandmother for some Chinese lady, I have no idea who she is. 

Question: Who do you think Myanmar's father is? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) you have to guess this omg its so ez 🤪 

This is my longest chapter so far

-Love, Ichika(The goofy ahh author)

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