Mortal Kombat: Guardians
Chapter 1: The Dragon King
The Realm of Gongi
The dead of night. The full moon shines over the landscape. It is almost lifeless. Save for the
sounds of war that erupt below the lunar spotlight.
Screams of Agony.
Cries of Fear.
Clang of Metal.
Splatter of Blood.
The Roaring of Battle.
The ancient metropolis was left in disarray after only a few hours of battle. They faced no
ordinary army. They knew this when the portal opened and out of it, a horde...no...a plague of
armored samurai-esque warriors, covered head to toe in steel-plated armor studded with spikes.
And even more horrifyingly were the helmets. Horned with oni-masks obscuring the faces of the
warriors. They spilled out of the portal and surrounded the entrance to the city. Another thirty
seconds and they were inside. And after another thirty...it began. The unsuspecting crowd of
civilians were cut down by the first wave of soldiers as if they were nothing. They were there, and
then not. It did not take long for the carnage to ensue.
Parents gathered their children in their arms before the warriors could get to them.
Unfortunately...some were unsuccessful. The shopkeepers, vagrants, and others were suffered the
same misfortune. The first wave flooded farther into the city leaving more bodies in their wake. As
the invasion continued it seemed...personal. The soldiers invaded buildings and homes in the
midst of their massacre. Chasing down those victims whom they missed as if there was an axe to
grind. This only accentuated the horror.
Finally the city's personal guard was deployed. There was a wave of archers climbing atop
buildings to gain vantage points while the ground troops ran the streets to meet the invaders head
on. One could practically hear the force of the two military forces colliding in the square as armor,
flesh and bone were all destroyed under the weight of the heavy weapons wielded on both sides of
the conflict. The samurai warriors pierced the guardsmen with their spearheads and the
guardsmen broke the helms of the invaders with their axes and clubs. The invading army seemed
to finally be pushed back from the square as many of them were cut down by the vengeful
guardsmen, others succumbing to the rain of arrows deployed by the archers. The opposition were
crushed under axes, skewered by blades and decimated by arrows. A horrific site, but it marked
the start of triumph for Gongi. It seemed that the metropolis would be making a comeback in this
impromptu war. But something unfounded occurred.
The fallen invaders began to twitch. Some guardsmen disregarded this as the aftershocks of
death, but they became more aggressive and frequent. Then they began to rise.
Bodies...seemingly dead bodies began to rise from the ground where they were slain. Adorned
with body-piercing arrows, broken helmets and in some cases; missing limbs. Under the broken
pieces of armor the flesh of the invaders could be seen but it was not a healthy shade of white or
brown like the citizens of Gongi, their flesh was grey and decayed. The invaders were rising back
up because they were undead. This would not end well.
The surprise of it all began to sink in as more of the bodies began to rise again and soon the
battle seemed to pause. Then a guardsmen was beheaded by one of the assumed dead invaders
and just like that, the carnage continued in full. The invaders once again have the advantage.
They seemingly never tired and by the looks of things, there was more of them flooding into the
city. Above the city stood a large palace. The emperor of Gongi stared out at the horrific sight of
his great city being tarnished by these invaders. His empress sat close by in her throne. She was
fearful. The emperor walked to his empress and knelt in front of her and clasped her hands in his.
"Mirah?" She did not answer. She did not even acknowledge his presence with so much of a look.
"Mirah?" he repeated and gripped her hands tighter in his own. She turned her head ever so
slightly to him, facing him but not looking at him.
"My darling, this...this…" He had no words to comfort her. Not in his own being. So he dug deep
for fake words that were not his own.
"This is not the end of us."
The words came out of his mouth slowly and awkwardly. A blatant lie that he could not even
commit himself to. Empress Mirah finally looked the emperor in his eyes.
"You've never lied to me in all these years Sabo, please do not start now." Emperor Sabo could
only look at her dumbfounded. And then enraged.
"Then what do you suggest!? That we lay down!? Surrender to these...crusaders!?" He rose to his
feet quickly and paced around the room.
"This realm is one of dignity and bravery and I will not bow to a ruler who will not even show his
face to me!"
"We should have just taken Outworld's offer. This calamity could have been avoided and now…"
She could not finish as tears began to swell in her eyes. Sabo stopped his pacing and looked at
his distraught wife.
"Mirah. Onaga will not-"
He couldn't finish a resounding explosion rung through the city. They both approached the large
window of the throne room that allowed them to overlook Gongi and saw a distressing sight. An
entire building had been leveled in the square was left as nothing but rubble. Stone and iron filled
the middle of the city, all crushed and covered with wild flames. In the middle stood a lone being.
The distance between the royal palace and the square obscured the being's features but it's
outline was unmistakably large. Monstrous. Emperor Sabo was lost. But something had to be
done.
"I...I have to go!"
He ran out of the throne room at the expense of his wife's pleas. He needed to be there for his
people, not standing uselessly in his tower. He needed to fight. Sabo ran out of the tower and
toward the square as quickly as he could, running past his citizens and guards. He did his best to
ignore the broken bodies of the dead as he ran.
He finally was upon the city square and he saw the being responsible for the destruction. It was
indeed a monster. The creature was reptilian with dark green scaly skin and gargantuan, Easily
the size of three large men. It had large wings on it's back, hooved feet, large clawed, three-
fingered hands. Large horns protruded from the top of the creature's head and on his face were
four glowing yellow eyes, two on each side of his face. It also had a long tail curled around it's
person. The creature locked eyes with Sabo and began to move toward the emperor. The way that
the beast moved was, oddly enough, not beast-like at all. It walked with even and confident steps
with a straight posture. There was an attitude in the creature's stride; one that gave the image of
an untouchable, even indestructible being. It was the stride of a ruler. This creature was Onaga.
Ruler of Outworld; the Dragon King, and, most importantly, the one responsible for this invasion.
Onaga's steps literally shook the earth. He approached Sabo menacingly and looked down on him,
a displeased look on his grotesque face. He began to speak. His voice was otherworldly; equally as
earth-shattering as his steps.
"You were warned"
Three simple words and Onaga spread his large wings and roared a beastly roar. The crusaders
that he commanded were unleashed upon the rest of the city and Onaga flew into the sky. The
force of the wind that the Dragon King's mighty wings produced as he flew off knocked Sabo off
his feet and tumbling across the ground. The invaders made quick work of the rest of the
guardsmen and the remaining civilians stood no chance. The emperor stood among his decimated
people, broken. He lay among the corpses, unable to move. Suddenly, a vice clamped around his
head, nearly crushing his skull. He was then lifted high into the air.
"Your cooperation was never needed. It was a courtesy. Your realm would be mine regardless. My offer was a display of mercy; one that
you denied. And now..."
Onaga flew over the deteriorating metropolis with Sabo hanging by his head in his large claw
toward the royal palace. They soared to the top in front of the large window to Sabo's throne room.
He pressed the emperor's face against the glass, and the sight was spirit-breaking. Emperor Mirah
lay in the middle of the throne room, impaled by a spear with a group of Onaga's soldiers
surrounding her carcass. Sabo could barely comprehend what he saw.
"...your realm suffers."
The resounding boom of the Dragon King's voice was easily drowned under the despair of the
emperor. His realm. His wife. Everything was gone. All he could feel was the emptiness that his
damnable invasion left him.
"My fault…"
Sabo's only thought as Onaga released his head from his mighty grip. He fell headfirst, caring
nothing of his own fate. Only those two persistent words...
"My fault..."
He hit the ground. Head bursting upon impact with the ground. Onaga looked down on his
handy-work for a mere second before he gave the order to his soldiers.
"Annihilate everything. Until there is nothing left to conquer. This pitiful realm is not worthy of merging with us."
Annihilation.
This is the first fanfiction I've ever written and one of the only things I've ever written that I'm putting in a place for public consumption so I'm very open to reviews and feedback but note; only constructive criticism will be accepted. I do plan on writing this story to completion but I am currently a high school student making a transition to college so trying to balance this with all of my necessary shit will be difficult. But that being said I'm a huge MK fan and I wanted to write this because this has always been an origin that I was interested in that I don't think has ever really been explored so I'm doing it now :) Again reviews would be appreciated and I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter.