A/N:I have been wanting to start this for literally like a year. I'm excited to finally have an idea to roll with and post here. I hope you enjoy this MCU 500 word a chap fliclit series. I plan to take this to the end of the Marvel movies so hopefully it will work out. The story begins when Veil is 4 and will hop around until the MCU storyline starts, which will be around chapter 24. I hope you like it.

Adult Veilandih - 90s Jaye Davidson (think more along the lines of stargate rather than crying game, but his hair is still a beautiful mane of curls lol.

The first thing he always remembered when he was four was the fire. Then the blood dripping from the ceremonial blade of a priest of Ghekre. He remembers being to shocked to cry or scream. His parents bodies laid at his feet. Their lifeless eyes stared back into his, lifeless and milky. He remembered being left in his burning home to die within its smokey walls. Next was a bright light encompassing the room and a comforting warmth on his burning flesh. A soothing voice that reminded him of his mother cooing in his ear.

"Rest my cub, your suffering shall be rewarded."

After that it was all blank. His next memories are of the hospital ceiling within Birnin Zana. His grandmother's tear streaked face was at his bedside. At the sight of his opened eyes, she let out a startled gasp. His eyes, once a deep chocolate brown, were now a molten liquid gold. His Grandmother called for her husband, the doctor, and the king.

The doctor was amazed to see him awake so soon, but that was overshadowed by Queen N'yami's words upon her arrival alongside the king .

"He has the eyes of a lioness. Sekhmet has given him her blessing."

His Grandmother was in shock.

"That is impossible! We are followers of the Panther God! Why would she not bless one of her own?!"

The king looked at him with calculating eyes. The king then approached him with a determined posture.

"She has apparently seen something in the boy worth saving him. Otherwise a lot more of His flesh would have been marred."

Those words always haunted him. They were what brought his attention to his right leg. The skin there was inflamed and charred. A sticky looking salve was covering the entirety of the burnt skin that ran all the way up to his lower thigh. Something in his mind told him that this scar would never leave and would be a constant reminder of his parent's murder.

The king turned to his grandmother and grandfather, his mother's parents and now his only living relatives, and gave them a look of understanding.

"I must ask that you go through with your plan of leaving Wakanda until we find those behind your daughter's murder."

His grandparents looked highly upset but did not protest. His grandfather looked to their king with determination and sorrow.

"We shall prepare while our grandson recovers from his injuries."

With a nod to his grandparents king T'chaka left the room. The queen gave him a smile of comfort before following her husband. The doctor wrapped his leg in bandages and made sure he wasn't in any pain before finally leaving. He sat in silence deep within his thoughts as a cold chill settled in the room. He remembers the last thing his mother told him with crystal clarity.

"Veilandih, don't forget to place the offering on the altar little one. The panther god protects us all so we must always show our respects ."