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Destiny of Frozen Earth – Book III: Strike of Faith
Somewhere under the oceans of Lore, there existed a castle at the bottom of the sea. The enormous volumes of sea water surrounding it were kept at bay by a magical force, as if the castle was protected by a giant, invisible dome. However, there was one place where water flowed inside, in a contained stream. It streamed into a canal-like basement, which ended in a large, round room. Entering through this water stream was a large shadow, its tall, black dorsal fin exposed on the surface. Once it reached the round room, the orca stuck its head above water, and awaited those who summoned him. Within minutes, three glowing figures came to the pool’s edge. One was a man’s figure that glowed blue, a Water King. One was also a man’s figure, but instead glowed yellow, an Earth King. The third was a woman’s figure that glowed a much lighter shade of blue, an Ice King, or rather, an Ice Queen. The Water King approached the orca. “Faithful servant of Water, you have agreed to undertake the most momentous task we’ve had in centuries. Again, I will remind you, you are not required to fight in this war.” The orca responded with several clicks and whistles, and the Water King closed his eyes. “You’ve met him only briefly, yet you have that much faith in him? Very well,” he turned to the other Elements, “time grows short, let us apply the Runes.”
Hours later, a giant of a man started roaming the halls of the more elegant portion of the castle. The behemoth was 7 or 8 feet tall, and had a husky, but muscular build. He wore a cold-weather parka, with gloves and boots that revealed nothing. On his head was a browned leather hood, which was pulled forward enough to hide his entire face in shadow, except for his green eyes, which shone like torches. Strapped to the man’s back was a massive, ice-encrusted hammer, which was still short enough for one-handed use. He approached a room with a small window. Two young women, dress in blue silk garments, were peeking into that window. They were starry-eyed, and blushing. The big man walked over to them. “Alright ladies,” he said, “break it up. You know he’s taken.” The women giggled. “Sorry, Master Negafok.” They skittered away as Negafok sighed, and entered the room.
It was a weight room, full of hand weights, barbells, and punching bags. At one bench, lifting a barbell that even Negafok might have trouble lifting, was a young man. He was wearing grey pants and shoes, and had straight, shoulder-length, black hair. To avoid sweat, he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and all his physical training for war was showing as perfect muscle. “No wonder the women stick to him like tree sap,” Negafok said to himself. The man saw Negafok, and put down the barbell. “Father, did you come here for something?” Negafok nodded. “Seta,” he said, “the Kings saw that, when you get the chance, they want you to come to the basement to see something. It looks like, in this past week, the eve of the battle is finally drawing closer. This means that you’ll be facing Wahkahnee soon.” Seta turned to put the barbell in the corner. “I’m not afraid. How can I be afraid, with everything that our army can do? We’re winning this battle, I guarantee that. And, if I can help it, we’re winning with as few casualties as possible.”
Suddenly, someone opened the door, and came in. Before Seta could turn around, two slender arms embraced him from behind, and a head leaned gently on his back. “Ooh, you get more and more irresistible each day,” a woman’s silky voice said. She wore a V-neck, navy blue, silk dress, which dipped low enough to show considerable amounts of cleavage. Her feet were bare. She had silver, frizzy hair too short to fall down, but long enough to give her hair a wind-blown look. Her eyes shone with the color and consistency of amethyst. Seta smiled. It was Aldmava, his girlfriend. For the past 10 years, the two of them had been only childhood friends, but the life-threatening events that happened recently had made them a couple. “Aldmava,” Negafok said, “those handmaidens were peeping at your man again.” Aldmava grinned, “Oh, they’re in trouble when I get back.” Her hands stroked Seta’s abdominals. “I’m the only girl who gets Seta.” Her seductive tone disappears, and she gently whispered to her man. “You know, I’d give anything to be on the battlefield with you. I abhor the thought of being separated from you.” Negafok spoke up. “Well, that’s my other message. Aldmava, you’ll be on the battleground, too.” Aldmava turned to him, her purple eyes wide with fear. “What?” Seta smiled, turned around, and hugged her. “Suddenly don’t want to?” Aldmava giggled, and gave Seta a little kiss on the lips. “No. I want to be with you, and I want to see that witch-snake thing get a good slap in the face like she deserves, it’s just that the idea of war scares me a bit.” Seta holds Aldmava’s head to his chest, and strokes her hair for a while. Then, he lets go of her. “The Kings still want to see me in the basement? Father, Allie, if you’ll excuse me.” Seta grabs his light blue, button-down, short sleeve shirt, puts it on, and leaves the room.
The Water and Earth Kings, and Ice Queen, are waiting when Seta comes down. He bows on one knee in their presence. “Your Majesties, and Her Highness, Lady Yuki-Onna…..I apologize for not addressing the Kings, it’s just that Yuki-Onna’s image is well known in my village.” The Earth King steps towards him. “Worry not about that. Seta, we have called you here because we have decided that you will ride into battle on a mount. Specifically, this mount.” The water in the pool erupts as the battle mount they’ve prepared comes forth.
The orca rose from the water, but kept rising, until it actually was floating about a meter above the water’s surface. “H-how?” Seta said in wonder, “How is it doing that?” The Earth King pointed to a set of glowing, yellow runes on each of the orca’s fins. “Earth Element is responsible for controlling gravity, the force that pulls falling objects to the world’s surface. These runes allow the orca to repulse and resist gravity. It can swim through air as water like this.” The Water King pointed to dark blue runes dotting the orca’s skin. “Without the proper buoyancy, an orca’s insides are so heavy; its body would crush itself. And, without the proper hydration, an orca’s skin could desiccate within hours. These runes allow for maintaining perfect buoyancy and hydration, even out of the water.” Yuki-Onna opened its mouth, showing light blue runes on its tongue and teeth. “These are offense magic runes. All the orca has to do is concentrate on generating Ice magic, and…….” The orca faces the canal leading out, and opens its mouth. A cold, blue energy is generated, and a giant beam of magic shoots forward, sailing outside across the surface of the water. The water that was closest to the beam was frozen within seconds. “What a spell,” Seta said, “so the orca is my partner in the battle?” Yuki-Onna nodded. “Also, our craftsmen have been hard at work making an armor fit for our War Leader.” Several Ice spirits bring out a chest on wheels. “Get changed into this armor, Seta,” the Ice Queen said, “and show us our trump card against Wahkahnee.”
After about 20 minutes, Seta came out from privacy with the armor on. The whole armor was generally made of a dark, grayish-blue metal, with the exception of a golden, chainmail midsection, for both defense and flexibility. The gauntlets were somewhat broad, like thin shields, probably for the purpose of quickly blocking if Seta needed to. Both the gauntlets and greaves, though majorly the blue-grey metal, were trimmed with gold. The shoulders of the armor were armed with an array of long spikes, so Seta could fight using shoulder tackles. His dark blue cape was purposefully tattered to assist intimidation factor. Up at the shoulder area of the cape, acting as a backdrop to the shoulder spikes, was one broad, triangular blade on each shoulder. The blades were of the same golden metal as his chainmail. His helmet was smooth blue-grey, and had an open face, and an opening in the back for his long hair, though the shoulder blades helped to protect that opening from arrows and other projectiles.. Across the face opening stretched a band of golden chainmail, like the face mask of a ninja. “Looks like we have ourselves a warlord,” the Water King said. Just then, a spirit floated up to Yuki-Onna, and whispered something to her. “It seems that Wahkahnee is ready to begin her campaign. If this is so, we may need to have our army ready by tomorrow. Seta, go do whatever you need to do. We must make sure everyone’s prepared.” A spirit addressed the Earth King, as well. “The battleground is the northern shore of Oaklore Forest, the young forest surrounding Swordhaven…………..Seta, we said we’ll be busy. You’re dismissed.”
Aldmava and Negafok were still waiting in the weight room. Aldmava was staring at a pair of 5-kilogram dumbbells. “He actually spends all day lifting these things? How do you do that? WHY do you do that?” Negafok smiles under his facial shadows. “Maybe you should start packing some muscle into those little sticks of arms you’ve got. After all, you say you want kids. So they’ll want to be cradled in your arms, you know.” Aldmava gave Negafok an annoyed look; the look that children give adults when they’re angry, but know the adults are right. “……….So, did they say what I’ll be doing in the battle?” The giant rocked in his seat. “You won’t be doing any fighting. You’ll lead the healers, chefs, and defense mages, as the group who’ll protect our wounded or incapacitated.” At that moment, Seta re-entered the room, wearing his new armor. Aldmava yelped, the intimidation certainly worked on her. But, Negafok had sharper instincts, and still recognized Seta. “Well, a god of battle has graced us with his presence. Hey Aldmava, what do you think of your prince?” Aldmava looked into those grey eyes, recognized them as the eyes she loved, and knocked Seta down in a flying tackle-hug, giggling like an insane convict. “Aldmava,” Seta complained, “watch my spikes and blades. You’ll slice your face open………..We were just told. The battle is tomorrow.” This made Aldmava go silent. “T-tomorrow?” She hid her face in Seta’s chest plate, and started breathing rapidly. “I’m scared, I’m scared, I’m scared. I don’t want to be in a war.” She started sobbing, so Seta picked her up in a princess cradle, and took her to her room. Once there, he laid her down on her bed, and stroked her cheek. “Just try to relax. You don’t think I’ll lose, do you?” Aldmava smiled, reached up, and kissed Seta on the cheek. “NOW I don’t think you’ll lose.” Seta blushed under his mask. “Goodnight, my love,” he said as he left her room.
Negafok was waiting outside. “Tomorrow, huh? This’ll be a long night….” The big man drew his hammer, and gave it to Seta. “Use this tomorrow. I know that the sword the Earth spirits gave you has served you well, but you know of the incredible magical energy this hammer contains. As my only son, you may be the only other person in the world who can use its power. Since, you’re leading our army; you need as much power as possible.” Seta took the hammer, which he could lift like a baby bird, despite the crushing amount it would weigh if anyone besides him or Negafok lifted it. Yellow flecks of light surrounded Seta, the Earth spirits who protected him. “Do not forget,” one spirit said, “about our magic. The Earth Kings have increased our power for this battle. Using us now, you may be able to grow an entire forest.”
The sun arose on the next day, illuminating the ocean shore of the young Oaklore forest. An army of intimidating monsters began emerging from the forest. There were giant lizards, hydra dragons, cockatrices, were-beasts, tengus, gigases, and more. Leading the army was the most horrible nightmare of all. It was a giant serpent, her body raising her head 15 feet above the ground, though her full length was much longer. She had no skin or muscle, and the only thing on her bones was a light blue flame, which encased her bones, and flared from her eye sockets and mouth. The top of her head had a crown of short, bony spikes on it. Her teeth weren’t the long, curved fangs of a venomous snake, but the short, serrated fangs of a constrictor snake. Her enemies would burn to death as she tore them to shreds. This was Wahkahnee, the ice witch, who had assumed a new form during her last confrontation with Seta. “A FINE DAY TO KILL THOSE FOOLS,” she growled, and turned to her trio of werewolf scouts, who had just arrived. “WELL? IS THEIR ARMY COMING OR NOT?” One werewolf spoke, with speech betraying his beastly appearance. “Yes, my Queen. A large army approaches. And…….a terrifying creature leads it. It resembles a giant shark, flying in the sky, ridden by a blue demon.” Wahkahnee looks at the beast with slight confusion. “GIANT SHARK? BLUE DEMON? JUST WHAT ARE THEY BRINGING TO THIS BATTLEFIELD?”
The resistance appears over the horizon. Since Wahkahnee attacked on such short notice, only Earth, Water, and Ice could respond fast enough, so the other Elements were on standby. But, this army was still more than enough. The troops consisted of Water Elementals, Ice Elementals, Earth Elementals, Swordhaven citizens with weapons and armor, water dragons, avalurches, rhisons, and other soldiers. At the army’s rear were troops of healers wearing robes the color of the Element each fought for, wagons made for cooking foods that granted magical enhancements, and mages that specialized in defense magic. Leading the rear troops was Aldmava. She was wearing her blue silk dress, along with a chainmail coat, and steel gauntlets and boots. In the sky above the army was a flying, runed orca, equipped with appropriate, orca-custom battle armor. Riding it was Seta, in his blue and golden warlord armor, with the icy hammer raised. Wahkahnee scoffed haughtily. “HMPH, SETA. I’LL GIVE HIM CREDIT FOR A NICE ENTRANCE, BUT I WILL SHRED HIM TO PIECES, AND MAKE HIS ARMY WATCH!” The witch turned to her army. “DESTROY THEM BEFORE THEY HAVE A CHANCE TO REACT! KILL THEM ALL!!!!!!!!!” She and her army of monsters charged towards them, in a rush of howls and screams.
A flurry of fierce fighting continued for hours. During one instance, Seta’s orca swooped low to the ground, in order to accurately bombard enemies with ice blasts. Unfortunately, this put it in striking distance of the fangs of one of Wahkahnee’s hydra dragons, which dug its dirty, yellow fangs into one of the orca’s pectoral fins. The sudden pain caused the orca to scream and writhe, accidentally throwing Seta to the ground. One of the hydra’s other head saw the downed war leader, and moved in to swallow him. Just then, an ally avalurch grabbed the hydra, picked it up, and threw it about 40 meters away. This not only saved Seta, but freed the orca. Despite the savage power it just showed, the avalurch gently picked him up, and returned him to his mount. Not even back home in the North had Seta seen such a creature. The avalurch was a giant, human-shape beast made entirely out of snow and ice. But, before, he could thank it; a blue fire blast from the witch-snake reduced it to a puddle. Seta’s eyes went wide. No, he had said he’d win this with as little casualties as possible. But his allies were dying, he had to do something. “Wahkahnee! Let’s settle this,” Seta shouted, “in two-versus-one duel! Me and the orca versus you! And somewhere away from our armies!” Wahkahnee thought. Two versus one put her at a disadvantage. But, she’d kill the orca first, and then killing Seta would be a simple matter. Besides, she’d laugh as Seta would watch his beast die. “CHOOSE YOUR BURIAL GROUND,” she said with an invisible sneer. Seta pondered. They were at the northern shore of Oaklore, so that meant that……. “There’s an ice bridge on the ocean not far from here. Our final duel will take place there!” Wahkahnee and Seta left the still raging battle behind as they made their way to the ice bridge, for the battle that would end it all.
Seta, Wahkahnee, and the orca met out a few miles on the ice bridge, surrounded by deep ocean on all sides. “THE IRONY IS BITTER,” Wahkahnee says, “THE STRUCTURE THAT MARKS NEGAFOK’S CROWN GLORY SHALL SERVE AS A REMINDER OF THE DEATH OF HIS ONLY SON. BUT FIRST, I WILL WATCH YOUR TEARS FLOW AS I COOK YOUR FISH LIKE A MUNDANE DINNER!” The witch rushes at Seta and his mount. Suddenly, strands of dripping wet seaweed lunge from the sea, and bind her flaming body. “All plants can be influenced by Earth magic,” Seta said, “even those under the sea, soaked with fire-extinguishing water.” Wahkahnee growled. “YOU CHOSE AN OCEAN BATTLEGROUND TO PUT ME AT EVEN MORE OF A DISAVANTAGE, DID YOU?” She lets out a sly cackle, “DO NOT FORGET THAT MY FIRE, THOUGH, IS NO ORDINARY FIRE. MY MAGIC IS AMPLIFIED BY CHAOS! I CAN BURN MUCH HOTTER THAN THIS! Instantly, the seaweed steams, and burns up like dried vines, and she blasts a stream of fire at Seta. It misses, but the force of the attack knocks him from the orca’s back. He lands on the ice, but the hammer was knocked from his hand, and falls to the water. But, its magic freezes the surface as it gets close, and the hammer lands on its own, miniature iceberg. The orca goes to assist Seta, but Wahkahnee lunges at it, and wraps her coils around its body. “I’LL ROAST YOU SLOWLY,” the witch spat to the creature, “SO GIVE ME SOME GOOD SCREAMS OF AGONY AS YOU DIE!” The orca gave a cry of pain, as its skin around her coils began to turn red.
Seta needed to save his faithful mount; he needed to think fast. In a few seconds, he got an idea that could end this duel. Using the seaweed, Seta brought the iceberg to him, grabbed the hammer and raised it above the ice. If this hammer created the ice bridge, maybe it could destroy it. “I’ll bet you can’t burn hot enough to save you from the entire ocean. You get one chance; let go of my friend.” Wahkahnee should’ve done the smart thing. But, at this point, Chaos had warped her mind completely. “NO! EVERYONE WHO DEFIES ME MUST DIE!” Seta silently said a curse, and then grinned under his face mask. “Have it your way. Let’s go swimming!” With that, he brought the hammer down on the ice. The entire section of bridge they were standing on disappears, plunging Seta, Wahkahnee, and the orca into the ocean.
Wahkahnee screamed and writhed, like a mother dragon with a nest being raided. But the undeniable truth is that water snuffs out fire. Soon, the witch was nothing more than a steaming pile of bones, which sank into the ocean’s depths. The orca, now free, was still adept at swimming in its own element, and swam straight for Seta, who was having trouble swimming in his armor. Within minutes, cetacean and rider burst from the sea, onto the ice bridge. “Hold on,” Seta said. He jumped off of his mount, went to the edge of the ice again, and struck the water with the hammer. Momentously, the resulting ice reformed the bridge. “Great! I did it!” He turned to the orca. “Okay, NOW we can go home.” Seta mounted it, and they flew back to their army.
The resistance, victorious, were all standing on shore, waiting for Seta to return. The young clerk from Swordhaven, who joined as an army chef, was the first one to see the flying orca. “Look! There he is!” The orca landed, and Seta hopped down onto the sand. Aldmava stepper out from where she was watching, held her face, which was streaming tears of joy, ran across the shore to him, screaming his name longingly, lunged at him with her arms stretched wide, and he twirled her around a few times in a loving hug. This made the two of them trip into the shallows, just as a fair-sized wave drenched them. Seta laid in the water, propped up on his elbows, with Aldmava lying on top of him. She was, in Seta’s opinion, at the apex of beauty. The water made her frizzy hair fall straight down to her shoulders, and across the front of her face. Her purple eyes were positively luminous with love and happiness. “My hero,” she whispered. Then she threw Seta’s helmet onto the beach, and passionately planted her lips on his. Negafok came over to the two of them. “It’s over, yes?” Seta finished the kiss, and responded. “Lore has been saved. Wahkahnee is no more. But……..so many lives lost. I didn’t want anyone to die….” Negafok sighed. “Seta,” he said, “there is no such thing as war without casualties. But, isn’t it enough to know that the soldiers died to protect the innocent lives in this world? But, it’s over now. Come, we’re going to the Water castle to celebrate.”
Back at the Water castle, both humans and beasts were celebrating in the main room, opening party drink bottles, dancing, and celebrating in other ways. Seta was out of his armor, talking to Negafok. He was back in his light blue shirt, and grey bottoms. Aldmava walked up to him, with some balance trouble, and grabbed Seta’s arm. She was wearing her blue silk dress, and barefoot once again. Her eyes were out of focus, and her cheeks were bright red. “Seta,” she whined, her voice a bit slurred, “let’s find an empty room, and have some fun for a few hours.” Seta grinned. “Wow, Aldmava. I’ve never seen you this buzzed before. It’s actually a bit funny.” Aldmava started rubbing her body seductively. “Come on, Seta. Come with me, and I’ll let you see,” she sultrily whispered the last word, “everything.” Some people started staring at the three of them, so Seta was glad when the Water King called him to the front of the room. “Present representatives of Lore! Today we faced the biggest threat in the world since before the creation of the Elemental Orbs, and we were victorious! Our hero, Seta, has prepared a song, in the ancient language, representing our struggle, for the bards to carry into the future!” The Water king nodded to Seta, who began singing.
Fisa tura, fisa tura
Mana nika, mana nika
Kaza miti, kaza miti, sagnetiruma
Kaza miti, kaza miti, sagenetiruma……….
The room was silent with all the listeners. Then, suddenly, Aldmava starts screeching. “WOOOOOOO! THAT’S MY MAN! I’M GONNA SLEEP WITH HIM! DOES EVERYONE KNOW THAT!?” Negafok quickly grabbed her, and slung her over his shoulder. “Sorry people! She’s quite tipsy right now; I’ll take her to her room!” With that, Negafok hurriedly left the room, carrying the still cheering Aldmava. Seta stood there, unmoving, stark white, his mouth wide open. The Water King patted his shoulder. “It’s okay. If a woman’s lover was Lore’s greatest Hero, I would wager that she’d be just as excited. How about we wrap up this party so that you two can go home?”
After travelling for a few days, and with Seta and Aldmava back in their cold weather closed, the three returned to the snowy village where the adventure first began. “Well young ones,” Negafok said with a sigh, “this is goodbye.” Seta stepped forward. “What do you mean? Where are you going now?” Negafok withdrew the ice hammer, and balanced it on his shoulder. “Lore still needs more ice bridges, at least one for every pair of separated civilizations. Since I first got the title, this has been my most important task.” He sighed. “This might take me to the farthest corners of the world, so it might be impossible for me to return for some of your most cherished days. So, I’ll give you my blessings now.” Negafok looked at Aldmava. “Aldmava, take care of my son. Become the most loving wife possible for him.” Then, he looked at Seta. “Seta, you’ve fulfilled your destiny as a hero. Now, it’s time to fulfill your destiny as a husband, and possibly, as a father. Make all of Aldmava’s dreams come true.” He starts walking away. “If I’m right, I should return in about 6 years. You two have a magical life while I’m gone” Aldmava buries her face in Seta’s chest, and starts lightly crying. Seta wraps his arms around her as they watch the Champion of Ice disappear into the surrounding pines. Then, Seta slightly smiles. “Hey Allie? Did you ever tell your mother where you were?” Aldmava’s eyes shoot open, and she quickly breaks away from Seta. “I have to go!” Seta gives a little laugh as they both run, as quickly as they can, to Aldmava’s house.
Just as Negafok said, the behemoth wandered into the town 6 years later. The sun was brighter, the greenery was growing, and the ice was melting. Now that the ice bridges had successfully unified all of Lore, the Ice Kings saw it fit to, at last, end the long standing Ice Age. Someone had told Negafok that Seta and Aldmava, who had been married for three years now, were living in the large house at the center of town. Once there, Negafok quietly opened the door, and saw a head of frizzy, silver hair sitting in a chair, facing the active fireplace. “It’s been so long Aldmava, my daughter-in-law.” The giant lumbered over, and turned her chair to face him. Aldmava yelped in alarm and a tiny baby was suckling at her breasts. The baby was wrapped in light pink cloth, as it was now a new custom in the village to identify a baby’s gender by the color of its wrappings, so it was clearly a girl. Her cranium was covered in tiny, silver fuzz, and her eyes were as light grey as river stones. “By Yuki-Onna,” Negafok whispered, “is that a baby girl?” Aldmava smiled. “Her name’s Kemasi. She was born 5 months ago, the first treasure Seta has given me.” Aldmava continued to nurse her. “Sorry, Father. Kemasi hasn’t grown any teeth yet, so I haven’t started bottle-feeding her. Is it alright if she continues?” Negafok shook his head, and sat down. “Where’s your husband?” Aldmava stroked her daughter’s head. “Seta has an interesting job. He leads groups of people to and across the existing ice bridges. I like to think of it as Seta being instrumental in helping Lore’s civilizations grow. It means he’s away from home for days at a time,” Aldmava blushed, “but it’s like falling in love with him again every time he comes back.” She heard a noise, so she handed Kemasi to Negafok, and puts on a shawl to hide her chests. “I love it when he’s right on time.”
Seta entered the house. He is dressed in light, leather armor, with metal plates attached to his chest, boots, and gauntlets. Aldmava ran to his arms, and gave him a kiss on the lips. “I missed you, my love.” Seta blushed, but then he saw Negafok. “Father? It seems that you were right. It’s been a nearly straight 6 years since you left us. I trust that you already love your grand-daughter?”Negafok looked down at the baby girl. “I’ve been around. If they’re beautiful as babies, they’ll be beautiful when they grow up……..Seta, do you think you can help me find a place in town to live? I’m retiring from being the Champion of Ice, so the Elemental energy isn’t masking my years anymore.” Seta looked at his father. “You’re giving it up?” Negafok nodded. “I said that making the ice bridges was my most important task. Now that I’m finished, maybe it’s time to pass the torch to somebody else. They tell me that they offered the position to you, but you turned it down in favor of your wife and daughter. I’m sure that they’ll find someone. Anyway, that’s my situation, you two.” Aldmava smiled. “Well, Dad, you can stay with us. But,” she grins, and draws circles on Seta’s chest with her finger, “Seta promised that when he comes home, that the rest of the day is devoted to ‘private time’ with me.” Seta scooped his wife into a cradle, and she began laughing ecstatically. “You know, she’s right,” Seta said as he took her into the bedroom, and shut the door behind them. Negafok chuckled, and looked at Kemasi. “Your parents are loons…..”
The scene is about 20 years later, and Lore is now a prosperous planet of intermixing civilizations. At a sunny beach with calm waters, a gorgeous young woman comes up from the water after a pleasant swim. She wears a light blue swimsuit, and has sizable chests, which compliment the rest of her flawless body. She has shoulder-length silver hair, and light grey eyes the color of river stones. As she walks onto the beach, a bunch of guys approach her making rude calls at her. “Heya busty baby,” one says, “didn’t your momma ever teach you that it’s dangerous to swim alone? Come hang with us, we treat beach babes right.” Kemasi smirks. “I wasn’t swimming alone, I was with my gang. And I trust them more than know-nothing meatheads like you.” The guys started jeering more. “You’re too good for them. Call them over; we’ll fight them for you.” Kemasi looked to the sea, and snapped her fingers. “Kick these losers’ teeth in.” The water’s surface erupted, as a pod of about 10 orcas leapt from the sea, and floated in the air. “Well, this is my gang,” Kemasi grinned, “still want to fight?” The men, scared as mice, took off. “That’s what I thought,” she said, “immature jerks.”
On a cliff above, an Earth King, a Water King, and Yuki-Onna all watched Kemasi. Yuki-Onna turned to the Kings. “Have you ever seen a more beautiful human?” The Earth King responded. “She’s powerful. Kemasi can control 10 magic orcas, while her father could only control one…….Where did she even find 10 of them?” Yuki-Onna and the Earth King looked at the Water King, who now had nervous, shifty eyes. “It was a gift on her 16th birthday, and she’s the daughter of our greatest hero.” Yuki-Onna looked at the sun. “Lore has a bright future with new heroes like her.” The Water King looked at the sky, his eyes glowing.
“Yes. I see many new destinies on the horizon.”
THE END
Edited. ~DD
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