Years ago, in Gongmen City, the peacocks ruled over all other creatures. The city saw much prosperity and peace was the order of the day. Life was a melody; thanks to the centuries-old invention of fireworks at the feathered hands of the Peacock family, all was well. Crime was at an all-time low in the city streets, no one went hungry, work was always plentiful and, as a crown jewel of sorts, every other night, Lord Kongque and Lady Shui Lian saw fit to provide their subjects with a little show. Together, they would labor for hours in their factory, devising the most colorful fireworks, some simple bursts of color, others with shape to them, a favorite, of course, being their symbol: the peacock.

Coupled with this on a select number of those nights, the royal family threw a ball for all their subjects at the courtyard of their estate, the Tower of the Sacred Flame, which all were welcome to attend, rich or poor, young or old. Even the Kung Fu Council, consisting of masters Thundering Rhino, Croc and Storming Ox made an appearance from time to time at these balls as venerated guests, thanked extensively by the Peacock family for their courageous efforts in keeping not only the city itself, but the surrounding land safe from the dangers of bandits, brigands and pirates.

The Peacock family was gracious towards all and always kept the front gates of their estate, their estate that had been in their family for many centuries, open to all, save for the rare, almost nonexistent, moments of strife or when nighttime came about. This tower had been in the family name for as long as any might recall, skyrocketing up into the heavens around the same epoch in which the fireworks, Lord Kongque's ancestors' prized invention, had.

All was well in Gongmen City. The colors shone brightest against the night skies for all to enjoy and the city itself was deemed a veritable golden age incarnate by visitors, outsiders and other domains.

Then, to add onto this image of perfection, the royal family was blessed with a son.