I exited the the underground… and was shocked at what I saw. There was no city in the distance, no forest down below. All I saw was two armies on opposite ends of a battlefield, preparing for war.

I would not let this happen. I knew the legend, i knew both sides of the story… and I would not allow this future to come to pass, even if I was erased in the process.

3rd person from now on…

The war was nearing its end. The monsters were backed in a corner, blocked by mountains.

The two armies were yards away from each other, and closing in… until a figure crashed in between them.

The strange figure had horns that went up and away before pointing forwards, like a bulls. There was two crowns at the base of the horns, the left gold with a ruby while the right was the same with a amethyst. He had dirty blond hair, and eyes that were swirled red and a dark blue.

There was a purple robe-cape attached to the figures shoulders, connected to armour that protected his… giant form. Where the Monster king towered over the humans, this stranger did so to even him.

There was a sword at the strangers waist and a shield tucked under the robe. The figure stood from its crouched form. "Halt!" He called, hands pointing at both armies. "This 'war' is pointless, and I will allow it to go on no longer!" He called out.

Both armies, confused, murmured among themselves. Eventually, from the human army, seven robed figures came.

The figures were largely the same, with height or gender being their only differences. They were every color of the rainbow, red, orange, yellow, green, teal, blue, and purple. A they, male, female, male, female, female, and male respectively.

"What are you, man or beast?" The red one asked, in the center with the others at their side.

"Neither, I am something… more," The towering figure replied. "And I want this senseless fighting over."

The orange one snarls. "And let these beasts kill us for power?! Never!" The orange shouted.

Shaking his head, the tall one waved a hand, forming a chair big enough for him to sit in and doing so, now at eye height with the tallest, the red. "Do you have proof of one doing so for power? Before the fighting?" He questioned as he sat tall in the throne-like chair.

The mages, taken back, tried to think of something. They tried to think of a time, or place, a monster had absorbed a SOUL… but could find none. Not even when one had managed to kill their attacker.

"Absorbing a SOUL is a double edged sword. You gain power… but you need to fight to stay in control, if your bodies other occupant was unwilling," The large figure revealed, face neutral and serious.

Again, the group of mages were taken back by this. While they knew it was possible to absorb a SOUL, they'd thought it killed the personality and took the power. "But if what you say was true, this entire thing…" The blue mage said, voice trembling.

"Was completely pointless, yes," The giant amongst them all said. "I will not ask of you all to integrate so soon after fighting. Go, inform the humans of their folly and misunderstanding, leave the monsters their kingdom lost in the war. I will be the link between nations, and if either has a reason to speak to the other, whether it be for trade or other reason, you may come to me," The giant said to the seven.

The seven great mages backed away for two reasons. One was that what the giant said sounded alright, made sense. The other was fear, fear of the power they felt slumbering in the large creature.

Fleeing, the seven called for a retreat, the humans growing fearful looks the giants way before the army retreated, out of monster lands and into their own.

One side of the conflict settled, the being turned his chair around to watch as a monster approached. This monster had light blond hair, white fur hidden with a robe and armour, and a scar across the right eye.

He looked familiar to the giant, and the giant had to fight tears from escaping. It was a part of him, inside that recognised him, but now was not the time for memories to impar him.

"Who are you, strange one?" The monster asked wary, reasonable considering the war he thought was still on despite his enemies retreat.

"My name is Daniel, your majesty. I come from a timeline where this war held place, and… you lost. I did not come to the past intentionally, but took the opportunity that was presented, and stopped what senseless slaughter I could," The now named Daniel revealed to the monster king.

The monster smiled then, relief ebbing from his form. "Then I thank you, time traveller, for saving my people," The king said with a pleasant, deep voice. Not gargly, but rather a deep rumble.

Smiling back, Daniel stood and dismissed the throne construct he'd made of his own mana. "It is of no problem, I could not stand to see dist and blood be spread this day," The time traveller told the king, relaxed completely. "I would like to be the one who presides over future talks with the humans you may have. I have managed to get them to give monster kind their land back, and would hate to see it taken again."

Beaming a bit, the kings smile widened. "That is fine, it shall be done. Tell me, is there any others here with you?" The king questioned.

Nodding, the giant turned to the mountain, where he sensed his people. "Yes, majesty. My people have come with me. When I broke the barrier cast by seven mages from my timelines past, the fluctuation of power caused the mountain itself be sent back in time, replacing the one in the past like one might replace a old shelf or other item with a new in its place," Daniel informed. This, he felt, would be good for the monsters, allowing them all to repopulate with greater ease with a boosted population.

"Then we shall celebrate, to your people's freedom and then end of mines war!" The king proclaimed loudly, getting cheers from the monsters behind him and a smile from the one in front of him.

"Yes, that shall be fine. I will be leaving for a space between territories, so I may seem neutral to both parties in the future," The future king said. And with that, he jumped far, leaving his people incapable paws and trusting both sides to uphold their ends of the 'treaty'.