I don't even know anymore. I was having some serious Avengers and Tony Stark feelings, so I just went with it. We'll see how well this goes.
It was just supposed to be some random box, bought for their mother's birthday present to be added to her collection of antique boxes she claimed belonged to their ancestors. When they were out shopping one day in the market, their father had seen it sitting on the table and immediately turned to his children, telling them this was the perfect present. He insisted the detail in the carvings were the same on every single box in their mother's collection, so this box had to be from their ancestor's as well. So he went on to haggle with the man selling the relic and spent 100 yuan on some old box they couldn't even open. He was pleased with their buy, however, and offered his children a bright smile as he told them their mother would love it.
Their mother had, in fact, ended up loving it, and it became the most prized antique in her collection, sitting proudly on their shelf. Yunyi enjoyed looking up at it before going to bed, admiring the golden dragon that kept the box sealed from prying eyes. Yunru picked up a habit of running his fingers over the clasp before leaving the home, the action filling him with a sense of security for the upcoming day. The two children thought that maybe, with the collection of dragon boxes guarding their home, they were safe. That maybe nothing bad would happen. But then something did.
One day everything seemed fine, but the next changed everything. It started like any other, Yunru rubbing the dragon for luck while Yunyi followed after him, rubbing her eyes tiredly as they walked to school, but then the explosions suddenly started. Their mother cradled Yunru to her chest as they hid under the table while their father held Yunyi tightly as he pressed himself against one of the walls. Their whole world seemed to shake with the immense power of each explosion as it drew closer, and the severity of the situation hit Yunyi when the shelf above her shattered and the precious boxes fell to the ground. Most of them cracked upon impact, but one, the box that had become the centerpiece, merely landed with a dull clunk. The golden dragon seemed to stare at her, and when the next tremor shook their home, she leapt away from the wall and threw her small body over the relic. It was the last remnant of her family's heritage, and her mother had ingrained that importance in her since she could walk, so she would not let it be destroyed like this. Her father let out a shout and moved to follow her, but this time the explosion was much closer, and the family found themselves coughing as the dust from a collapsed wall filled their lungs. Shouting reached their ears as people started approaching their house from the rest of town. Yunyi, terrified and apart from her family in the confusion of dust and ringing, crawled into her parents' bedroom and hid in their wardrobe, watching light start to filter through the dust.
Her grip tightened on the box as she heard a commotion from the kitchen, where she had last left her family. It didn't sound good. She struggled to keep her labored breathing quiet as footsteps drew ever closer to her hiding spot. And then she noticed the light. It was faint and attempting to creep its way out from the folds of her baggy shirt. The box! She held it up to see the dragon attempting to keep the light sealed up tight inside, and curiosity moved her to open it despite knowing it wouldn't budge. Her father had taken a screwdriver to it and still hadn't managed to pry it open, but she couldn't seem to remember this as her hand gripped the lid and pulled. To her surprise, it actually gave way and opened, revealing what seemed to be a pendant coated in stone. Exactly how long had it been since it had been placed inside? Her fingers curled around it, and suddenly the stone and dirt crumbled away. A beautiful pearl was strung on a short piece of ribbon, a rudimentary clasp adorning each end of the material, and as the doors to the bedroom slammed open, Yunyi felt compelled to put the pendant on. Her clumsy fingers struggled to get clasp it, and as each second ticked by the intruders drew ever closer to her hiding place, but finally she managed to complete the clasp.
Her screams of pain could be heard from the rest of the house, over the shouts of the intruders even. Something happened that day, something beside the attack on their village, and even the agency S.H.I.E.L.D., a sort of collector of strange occurrences, could not decipher the mystery of the attack. They did not know who invaded, or why, or even how they had been stopped. They merely found a village full of bodies and rubble. And so, this, like so many other unfortunate events, was filed in their archives and brushed under the rug by skilled agents making deals with one largely corrupt government, if it could even be called that, and the Madripoor village massacre was soon forgotten by all who had ever heard of it.