Somewhere in a strange massive forest, densely packed with vibrant green colors and a humid temperament, no, that’s a jungle.
Somewhere in a strange massive jungle, a little female stood up. In the spot she was laying in before was a massive imprint of her tiny stature.
“Ugh, I just got chills. Is someone talking bad about me? Wait. Where am…Who…What…What is going on? I don’t remember anything! HELP! IS ANYONE THERE?”
For the rest of the day, this little girl stumbled through the Jungle in a desperate search for any signs of life. For some reason, she was never attacked by the monsters that called the Jungle their home.
Once the second sun fell over the horizon, she could see faint lights sparkling in the distance. With hope anew, she rushed to safety.
When she exited the trees, she saw a massive fortress before her. Feeling relief in finding other people, she fell to the ground, happy and tired.
“Who goes there?”
From the gates, a soldier decked out in metal armor walked forward. What he saw was a little girl who looked around 8 years old and wearing frilly clothing nobility would wear.
“Little Miss, are you okay?”
“Huh?!”
Before the girl stood a strange man with fur covering his arms, hands, and most of his face. He didn’t have a helmet that covered his face, it just covered the back and top of his head. This way, she could see his whiskery nose, the fuzzy ears, and the sharp toothy grin he gave in order to cheer her up.
Of course she was surprised. She had never expected an actual cat man…wait. Were cat men not real? One was standing before her! How could they not be real?!
“Where is this place?”
“You have come to the Fang Fortress. We had to change it a little to prepare for the awakening of the [Tyrant King].”
“Who? I don’t remember anything.”
“Not even your name?”
“No.”
The little girl began to get depressed, moping in her despair for not ha‐
"I think I have a way to help. Come this way!"
“Hmm?”
He led her to a strange platform off to the side of the main entrance into the fortress.
“This is an Identity Rune. A relic of the Fallen Kingdom. Most of the equipment from the Fallen Kingdom is blasphemous, but this Rune helped us quite a bit. Even the Gods were satisfied with its creation. Here, just step on it.”
As she stood, the Rune began to glow a bright blue. On a pedestal in front of the soldier, blue words began to appear. The soldier began to shout out as some of the words became red.
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Name: Reina
Gender: Female
Age: 70
Level: 1
Race:
Job: [Mal no Prinsesa]
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“I don’t know what the hell an [Exiled Fragment] is, but you thought you could trick me!”
The soldier’s expression changed. He grabbed his sword and called for backup.
All of a sudden, Reina’s face changed from surprise and innocence to a scowl filled with scorn and contempt.
“Che! You piss me off.”
From somewhere in her mind, knowledge on special magic appeared.
“[Evil Touch]!”
“What! [Malice Magic]?! I thought that magic was lost with the [Mad Duke]!”
The soldier quickly put his shield before him, but he felt no contact. Realizing he wasn’t hit, he lowered his shield.
“Ha! I guess you aren’t that good, if you missed from that far, witch!”
“I didn’t miss. And don’t call me a witch. I’m obviously a [Princess]. The Rune even said so.”
“You mean that weird language?”
“Actually, it is made of three different languages.”
“Huh? Aack!”
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The soldier felt a sharp, intense pain coming from his heart. He looked down to see a sword piercing his chest.
“Wha…Derik? Why?”
“I told you I didn’t miss. Besides, I’m the {Princess of Malice}.”
She cackled as she ran back into the Jungle followed by some soldiers.
Derik was imprisoned for the night so the spell would wear off, but come morning, they found his body hung from the bars on his window.
The authorities passed around wanted posters depicting a little girl with pink twin tails, a matching pink frilly dress, and pink eyes.
|Wanted: Reina the {Princess of Malice}|
|Rank: B Criminal for 10,000 Gold|
|If sighted, watch out for her magic|
|Do not be fooled, kill if necessary|
|Return dead or alive to Fang Fortress|
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In the calming Green Sea, a council convened to discuss the oncoming war the [Tyrant King] would bring.
10 elders sat together around a platform. This platform was raised in the center of the room, but the elders were sitting at throne like seats so there was no table. The thrones were facing the platform, upon which stood an eccentric gentleman in a bright, almost neon, orange outfit complete with a matching top hat and cane.
“My sources in the North tell me the young warrior genius Lance disappeared, too. This might mean Lance has been taken as well.”
This sharply dressed man was the host of today’s meeting. Thanks to Transport Runes, the elders can go to any major capital city in the world, as long as it too has a Transport Rune. Most elders would employ a host to speak for them whenever the meeting takes place in their city. They used to use different people, but this [Beastkin] was especially good at his job so now he hosted all the meetings.
The elders might have become a little lazy, too.
The elder of the Forest, an [Enigma] of the [Elf] breed, specialized in plants, spoke out,
“This means we have the [Tyrant King], a mighty being from our great grandparents bed time stories, the [Fire Goddess], an up and coming minor deity, and the [Lightning Martial Artist] Lance, a prodigy in understanding the body and Mana have all become connected. Not to mention that strange {Miracle Doctor} could also be included. Could this signify a new Era?”
The dapper fellow in orange took off his top hat and started to pull something out of it.
“It says here that Dauthodos is expecting a helper from another dimension soon. It seems we are not the only ones witnessing a change.”
The elders began to talk amongst themselves, wondering if this new comer will be a Valkyrie or maybe even something new.
“Speaking of Dauthodos, what do the Gods think of this predicament?”
The dandy man began to bow, putting his hat back on head, his two long ears poking out of the holes conveniently placed for such fuzzy rabbit ears.
“The Gods are indeed speculating the coming dangers of the {Fallen King} and the possibility of Lance, the [Fire Goddess], and the [Rock Man] joining hands, but here’s the question. If the [Fire Goddess] does join the [Tyrant], can’t we just bribe her with more delicious food? Can we not try to make an agreement with Lance? Even the [Rock Man] desires money and some rumors indicate he has a thing for voluptuous women. We all know that these three are probably the least likely to wage war on the innocent.”
The groovy guy twirled his cane, tapping the platform, and leaning on the cane emphasizing his oversized feet as he brought one over the other. As the elders pondered, Alecs Goodson began to step into a strange dance. It wasn’t distracting, and it was far from noisy. His movements seemed to put the old men and women at ease.
“Does this mean someone else is pulling the strings?”
Alecs immediately stopped at the words spoken by the elder of the Marshlands, a member of the [Amphibious] Race.
“Aha!” He cried out, standing at attention. His body, including his ears, became as straight as his cane.
“Could there be someone who could do such a thing as create an alternate space?”
“What do you mean?” The elder of the Sea of Death, a [Fishfolk], did not seem to catch on. “Of course there can’t be. How do you know these people are in another space?”
“Huhuhu, Lance himself is blessed by two Gods! They can tell where their champions are locate, after all. Now that they have lost connection, they must either be dead, or not within the Gods’ range.”
At these words, the elders were even more surprised.
The elder of the Fairy Hills Region, an [Avian], stuttered out,
“W‐who would b‐be able to d‐do something like that?”
The sophisticated chap poked the bill of his hat up as he stared at the elder while leaning towards him, looking down on him and grinning with his hand resting on his chin with his thumb and index finger making a √ shape.
“Who else could have the power to do something the Gods couldn’t? The Creator.”