Kamen Rider Malik
Disclaimer: I don't own the Kamen Rider franchise-it belongs to Toei and Ishinomori Shotaro! Only the OCs and OC Riders are original as well as the plot!
KR Raika: Just a weird idea I had for a while. Enjoy!
Summary: The city of Neo-Córdoba was lost for centuries in the sands of time. However, after being attacked, Sal travels to the city to find himself in a war between two beings who fight over an incredible power. To stop this war, he must become Kamen Rider Malik. Lame summary, but please R&R!
Chapter 1
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The continent of Europe was once engulfed in an age simply named the Dark Ages. It was a time of continuous warfare amongst different nations as monarchs tried to expand their land as much as possible. The people under them locked in what seemed to be an eternal system that prevented any social mobility. Fortunately, periods of knowledge and intellect, such as the Renaissance and the Enlightenment, brought an end to that period. The people were taken out of that feudal system, allowing them to experience economic prosperity and political freedom.
However, in this world, the countries of the world continue their medieval ways of ruling separate their separate kingdoms and fighting over dominance. Technology has become incorporated into such conflicts, giving armies the weapons, such as laser rifles and cannons to eliminate more of their foes. Though the feudal system was removed, the people do not experience that much social mobility and still are forced to follow their rulers. Interestingly enough, there is one country that is different from rest: Spain.
Spain, like the other European countries, does have its continuous medieval warfare, but there are some differences that set it apart from the others. In the north of Spain lies the Castillian Empire, while in the south was Moorish kingdom of the Tariqun Caliphate. Both are warring empire seeking to expand its territories, but they also allow more social and political mobility than the other nations. Still, it would seem that there was another about to rise from the shadows of the past...
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The Tariqun Caliphate stretched from its capital city of Granada all the way up to the border, where it met with the Castillian Empire. Though there would be conflicts at the border, the two kingdoms managed to retain some form peace between one another, though it wasn't always like this. At first, the Tariqun Caliphate was a small kingdom, but after a few decades, it expanded into a large empire as it took some lands from the Castillian Empire. All of the land within southern Spain was under the rule of the Caliph, save for the lone city of Seville.
Since Seville was the only city not apart of the Caliph's kingdom, many attempts were made to conquer it only to meet with failures. Generals upon generals would return to Granada to report their failure to the Caliph, who would then employ someone else to besieged the city. For over five decades, the Caliph's forces have failed over and over again to reach their goal and within a few weeks, Seville was under the rule of the Caliph.
Seville's walls once stood tall and proud, but were now battered from the days of being bombarded by blasts from laser cannons and blaster rifles. Fortunately, it was being reconstructed by both the Caliph's soldiers as well as the soldiers of Seville. If anyone would see this, they would be shocked and confused at the sight of this. Two forces that were once enemies were now working together in fixing the city's walls.
The soldiers of the Caliph wore the usual bronze domed-shaped helmet as well as a black breastplate over the green pants and shirt. Each one carried a blaster rifle along with a sword meant for close combat, like the knights of Seville. Seville's knights wore the typical gray armor of knights with round helmets over their heads. The ones directing the reconstruction were the nobles of Seville as well as the commanders of the Caliph soldiers, and supervising them was none other than the king of Seville, Henry.
Though he was in his early fifties, one could tell Henry was well built, despite the red robe covering his yellow shirt. He also wore yellow pants that were held up by a white sash around his waist, where his sheathed sword hung from. Henry had green eyes and dirty blond hair that went down to his neck, touching his fair skin.
Henry stood there with his hands clasped behind his back as he watched his soldiers help the Caliph's soldiers in rebuilding the wall of the city he ruled. The king of Seville was happy at the sight of the wall being rebuilt, but he was also shocked. At first, these soldiers were trying to kill each other, but now they were helping each other, something which rarely happens. Seville was conquered by the Moorsish of the Tariqun Caliphate, but they did not harm any of the civilians, like other rulers would. And that was just a few weeks ago.
The king of Seville couldn't help but let out a lightly chuckle at that thought. 'I can't believe it's only been a few weeks,' he thought to himself. 'It still feels like yesterday...'
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(Flashback-three weeks ago)
As Seville's walls were attacked by the forces of the Caliph, inside was the city of Seville itself with its citizens inside shelters to be protected from the cannons and blasters. The soldiers, on the other hand, were on the walls trying to keep the Caliph's forces from entering the walls as they fired their own blasters and cannons at their opponents. Among the soldiers was Henry, who wore his usual robes, but he also wore gray gauntlets and boots on his forearms and legs as well as a gray breastplate on his chest. "Hold your ground men!" he encouraged them to keep up morale. "We can't let them get passed this wall!"
One of the nobles, who wore a brown cape over his gray armor, approached the king. "My king!" the nobleman bowed his head in respect.
Turning his head towards the nobleman, the King of Seville immediately demanded, "What is it?"
"Your majesty, a division of the invading forces have turned towards from our walls!" the nobleman reported with a hint of urgency in his tone.
Henry grinned as he felt a hint of pride overcome him. "Good! That means we have them on the run!"
Before the king could continue his boast, the nobleman interrupted, "But my king, our forces that we sent out are being attacked by that division!"
Henry's grin left his face as it was filled with shock and surprise. "Are you sure?" Henry demanded.
"Yes," the nobleman confirmed. "The remaining forces have retreated back to the walls before they could be captured."
Seville's king let out a sigh of frustration before ordering, "Tell them to go to the healers. They'll need to regain their strength."
The nobleman nodded as he left the king, but before Henry could resume keeping his soldiers in check, a gray-armored knight called out, "My king, someone is attacking the eastern wall!"
Henry's head whipped towards the soldier. "What? Who's attacking us?" Henry demanded.
Before anyone could answer, a part of the eastern wall of Seville exploded as bricks of stone went flying into the air and striking some of the King's knights. The king and some of the nobles turned their attention towards the eastern wall to see a large hole in the lower bit of the wall with smoke coming out of it. "Send what remaining knights we have to defend that area!" the king immediately ordered as ran down the steps in hopes of reaching the eastern wall. "We can't afford anyone to get in!"
As if on cue, a group of gray armored knights immediately arrived at the eastern wall with their swords and pikes out, ready to fight whoever was coming through. While the king ran across the grounds, he noticed smoke came out of the hole and covered the entire area, which made it hard for the knight already there to see their enemies. Much to Henry's shock, he saw his knights were being eliminated, one by one, by a figure, whose form was blurred by the smoke. Henry fastened his pace in hopes of arriving there sooner, but he was already too late for the knights at the eastern wall were already lying on the ground, either unconscious or wounded.
Upon arriving the eastern wall, Henry tried to get a good look of the person responsible for this, and though the smoke blurred his vision, the King of Seville could see a figure standing in the center of the defeated knights. Henry could see the figure wearing black armor and had green eyes with a curved sword in his hands. The rest of his features were hidden by the smoke coming from hole in the eastern wall as well as the blasters and cannons nearby. 'Who is he?' Henry wondered.
Some of the king's knights that had arrived with Henry charged at the unknown figure only to be struck down by a shining blade or by the figure's fists. Done with the knights, the figure turned his attention towards the king of Seville, which made Henry draw his sword out his scabbard. Henry charged at the black armored figure and swung his sword at him, but the smoke worsen the King's vision as his sword only hit the air around him instead of his opponent. The figure dodged the attack before he swung his sword at Henry, who brought his sword up in time to block it. Their blades were locked against one another with the king trying to overcome his opponent by putting more pressure on his blade.
However, the king of Seville would not have any luck as the figure arced his curved blade upward, sending Henry's sword into the sky. Before he could react, Henry found the figure's sword at his throat while his sword landed on the ground with a 'clank.' Henry stared into the green eyes, which he now realized were actual compound lenses, as the figure kept his sword against Henry's throat. "Do you yield?" the figure asked.
The King of Seville sighed in defeat and spoke the words he never thought would be spoken. "I yield."
(Flashback end)
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"My king!" a voice called out.
Henry's trance was broken as he turned around see one of his knights approaching him. The knight was in his late twenties with fair skin, brown hair, and blue eyes. He wore the usual attire of a brown shirt and pants with a black belt around his waist along with the usual gray gauntlets and boots. "My king!" the knight bowed his head in respect.
Turning his head towards the knight, the King of Seville immediately demanded, "What is it?"
"Your majesty, he is coming!" the nobleman reported with a hint of urgency in his tone.
The king of Seville knew he was; the conqueror of Seville, the one who bested him in combat. Henry questioned, "Did he say when?"
"He should be arriving very shortly, sire," the knight answered. "He wanted me to let you know in advance."
When the knight said that, Henry noticed a familiar figure walking towards his direction, which made the king smirk at that. "I believe he's already here," Henry stated.
The knight and the king saw the figure came close to them, revealing itself to be a young man about twenty with light tanned skin, short dark brown hair, and blue eyes. On his body, the young man wore a green shirt and pants that were held up by a black sash. 'Sal,' Seville's king recognized. 'The conqueror of Seville.'
Henry turned towards his knight and spoke, "Thank you. You may resume your duties."
After the knight left, Henry's attention went back towards the young man named Sal, who greeted, "Greetings, my king."
Henry could not help but smile at Sal as he held out his hand towards the young man. "Just call me Henry, Sal," Seville's king insisted. "It's the least I can do for someone who still lets me rule over my kingdom, unlike other conquerors."
"I'm afraid I can't, especially in front of your soldiers," Sal argued, yet with a smile.
Seville's king just grinned at him. "We're no longer enemies, and besides, you let me call you Sal."
"That's because I'm only a soldier, not a king," Sal chuckled as he grasped Henry's hand.
The king of Seville chuckled at that as well. "True, true."
Once releasing his grip from Henry's hand, Sal asked, "So, how's the reconstruction of the wall coming along?"
"Pretty well," he answered. "So far, we have over half of the wall rebuilt. Within a few more weeks, the entire wall will be as good as new!"
A wave of irony came over the two when they both heard a loud explosion, which made both Sal and Henry whip their heads around to see a loud cloud of smoke arising from a section of the rebuilt wall. Immediately, the conqueror of Seville and its king ran towards the cloud of smoke, and as they did, they noticed some soldiers were running away from the source of the explosion. Those that did not run away were lying on the ground, only injured from the explosion. When they arrived at the large cloud of smoke, they noticed a large chunk of the wall was missing with bricks piled on top of one another. Standing on top of the large rubble was the source of the explosion.
The source of the explosion was a masculine figure who wore a black bodysuit underneath his purple armor. The figure had black lines etched onto his purple chest plate, gauntlets, boots, and round shoulder guards. His round helmet had a silver mouth guard and a pair of antennae protruding above the black eye lenses. Around his waist was a white belt with a black gem in the center of his silver, hexagonal buckle, and hanging from the left side of his belt was a scabbard that held a sword with a curved blade and a white handle.
"What is that?" Henry exclaimed.
Everyone else wondered the same thing as they stared at the figure, save for Sal, who ordered, "Henry, get everyone far away here."
The king of Seville nodded as he ran towards those injured and help them retreat a safe distance from the area. When Henry left, Sal's attention was turned back towards the armored figure who looked back at the young man. "So, you finally showed yourself," the armored figure stated.
"I'm here," Sal nodded, "and I want answers!"
The figure smirked underneath his helmet. "Well, you're going to have to fight me to get them."
After Sal let out a groan of frustration, a belt suddenly materialized around his waist. The belt was similar to the figure's, except it was colored in gold, the gem was green, and the sword had a black scabbard and handle. "Henshin!" Sal exclaimed as his right hand grasped the buckle.
Henry, who was attending to some of the injured workers, heard the cry and turned to see a green light emerged from Sal's buckle and engulfed the young man's human form. It blinded everyone in the vicinity, and once the flash of green light retreat back into Sal's buckle, another armored figure stood in Sal's place. "My lord, look!" one of the king's announced, making Henry look at Sal's form.
Sal now wore a golden bodysuit underneath his golden chest armor that had two black plates on it. He wore black gauntlets and boots, and his box-shaped shoulder guards had golden trimmings on them. His black helmet was round with a pair of antennae protruding from the forehead and plates on his silver mouth guard that made it look like mandibles. His green lenses flashed with emerald energy.
As to who he was, Henry identified 'Sal' in one word: "Malik."
Sal, now Malik, drew his sword from its sheath as he charged at the purple armored figure. Malik swung his sword the purple figure, who simply blocked it with his own sword. "C'mon Malik, you can do better than that," the figure challenged.
Malik let out a low growl as he slashed his sword against the sword belong to the figure, retaliated with a slash to Malik's head, who raised his sword to block it and quickly avoided another slash from the figure. As for the figure, he was fortunate to dodge a slash in time and to back away from Malik before he parried another slash. When Malik saw the figure thrusting his sword at him, he moved to the side before slashing his own sword at the figure, who merely blocked it. However, their blades would not separate this time as the two armored figures pressed the blades against each other, making them in a deadlock.
"Why did you attack them? Was it to get my attention?" Malik demanded.
Instead of receiving an actual answer, Malik heard the figure in front of him merely chuckle. "You still haven't change, Sal," the figure stated.
Malik then felt a knee from the purple armored figure dive into his stomach, which forced him back. The figure swung his sword horizontally at Malik, but he avoided the swing as he backed away. The purple armored figure continued his offensive assault as he slashed at Malik's head only for Malik to blocked it. Malik switched from defense to offense as he tried striking again and again with his blade, but each slash he sent would be stopped by the purple figure's sword. Once their blades met, the figure grabbed onto Malik's sword arm, and when he noticed this, Malik did the same, putting themselves in another deadlock.
"Just what are you doing here?" Malik demanded as he pressed his blade against the figure's. "I thought you were..."
"You thought wrong," the figure interrupted.
With that, the figure used all of his might to bring their locked swords crashing into the ground before he raised a free elbow to strike Malik in his armored chin. Fortunately for Malik, he was quick enough to raised a free hand to grab the figure's arm and stop it from colliding with his chin. Malik proceeded to bring his head back and slam his helmet into the figure's own, breaking the lock on their blades as the figure staggered back a bit. With the figure a little disoriented, Malik charged and slashed his sword at the figure with his blade striking the figure's chest armor. Sparks flew as the figure staggered back some more but this time Malik did not pursue, which allowed the figure to recover. Staring at Malik, the figure stood up and laughed.
"That's more like it!" the figure grinned underneath his mouth guard and he charged at his opponent.
Malik did his best not to get chopped up by the purple figure's sword as he dodged another slash before striking his blade at figure's stomach. The figure brought his blade down to block Malik's before he swung it at his opponent's shoulder. Fortunately for Malik, he ducked before slashing at the figure's chest armor, which forced his opponent back, and wasted no time as he slashed at figure's head only for figure to block it with his sword. The two backed away from each other to gain some space and soon found themselves circling each other.
After moments of silence passed between the two warriors, the purple armored figure stated, "Looks like we're at a standstill."
Though he was wary of the figure before him, Malik nodded in agreement. "Seems like it."
Much to Malik's surprise, the figure sheathed his sword before striking a pose with his right foot stretched behind his left one. "Why don't we finish this then?" the figure asked with a playful tone.
Malik recognized the stance, so he too sheathed his sword before outstretching his right foot in front of his left one. The spectators observed the two warriors remained unmoved as silver energy began covering their respective right foot. Once their feet were fully charged, the two leaped into the air and stuck out their right foot that was now engulfed in energy. "King's Strike!" Malik announced his attack.
"Royal Smash!" came from the figure.
Once the two attacks crashed into each other, the result was an explosion that caused everyone watching to look away so they did not get any dust in their eyes. As for Malik and the figure, the explosion sent the two warriors crashing into the ground filled with dirt and grass. The purple armored figure was the first to get up as smoke rose from his foot. Malik proceeded to stand as well, but his reaction time was a little slower since due to the pain he felt in his right foot that collided with the figure's own.
The two stared down each other as they tried to suppress the pain they felt from the collision of the powered attacks. "Not bad Sal," the figure smirked, grunting a little from the pain. "Nice to see you still have it."
"Glad to see I satisfied your curiosity," Malik said sarcastically before demanding, "Now tell what are you doing here!"
"If you want to know, then meet me at Neo-Córdoba," was the figure's answer.
When hearing the name, Malik mentally cursed every word that would make a sailor blush. 'Why of all places there?' Malik bitterly thought.
Malik's anger went away when he saw the figure leaping into the air to escape. Before the purple armored figure attempted to leave, Malik lunged at him in hopes of catching him yet was too late. The figure's form turned into a blur that was covered in the smoke from the explosion, allowing the figure to escape without anyone seeing him. Among those that watched the figure escaping was Henry who ordered his soldiers, "After him! Search the entire area! I don't care how long it takes!"
"Don't bother Henry," Henry heard Malik tell him. The king swerved his head towards the black armored form of Malik to see him walking towards the king of Seville as he dusted off his armor. "Your troops wouldn't find him if they tried. Leaving without a trace was always his specialty."
As Malik walked towards Henry, his armored form was covered in a flash of green light that emerged from the green gem in his buckle. The flash returned whence it came from, leaving the young man named Sal, who walked up towards Seville's king. "I take it you know that man," Henry stated.
"All too well," Sal nodded, somewhat hesitantly. After looking at the state of the soldiers, Sal told Henry, "Best if you get to your soldiers, now. We'll talk about this later."
Henry nodded before he ran towards his soldiers to check upon their condition, while Sal just turned towards the destroyed wall that was damaged by the armored figure. As he stared at it, Sal could not help but feel that this was just the beginning...
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KR Raika: And that's it! Please leave your comments in the reviews, and if you have any criticism, please let it be constructive!
Now, this fic does deviate from the other fics you may read, but I was inspired by the history of Spain under the Moors. However, I didn't want it to actually take place in past, so I took the futuristic elements from shows, like Samurai Jack, to turn it into this. I hope that explains it for you guys!
Raika out!
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