Summary: He was sent to space to die. But like a weed striving in the concrete he prospers through it always. No matter how much the world wished to see him suffer, he endures its malice. But this time he won't have to go it alone. This time he might get to be the hero.
I live! Hello beautiful people out in the world! This is a special treat I had stashed away and now I'm sharing it with all of you. I hope you all enjoy, critics are always welcomed.
Any grammatical mistakes are the fault of the author. Apologies.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters belong to their respective authors, J,K Rowling and Marvel. I'm just having fun with their characters. No profit being made here.
Chapter One: A day of death never dreamed
She saw fire and death and pain. Suffering overflowing. Her beloved husband, her king lost to his rage, falling deeper into the midst of insanity. Fighting in her name for his lost love, his rampage beautiful as it was terrible.
Then in the next instant, it is she howling her rage to the world, spilling her pain with every death blow. Then her children, her beautiful sons, so much of Sakaarson living through them. But doomed by their father's fate without her there to guide them all from the dark.
Caiera's heart wailed in despair.
The final reward for her people. For her love. For all, they had sacrificed for peace to this broken world. Every hellish battle waged and measured in blood for that goal. Their people. Their friends and family. Their world and all that they had built crumbled to nothing.
Death and ruin.
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"Majesty!"
Caiera jolted awake, holding back her tears. "Whats going on? Where am I?" She felt disoriented and weak. A vulnerability she had long since forgotten since the discovery of the Old Power within her. Taking in her surroundings she noticed that she was being carried on a hasty put together bed cloth.
"By all of Sakaarson! Majesty thank goodness you are safe!" She turned towards a voice dripping with relief. To the right of her was a gray skinned Sakaarson woman with eyes of bright blue pupils on black sclera. An old small knife scar above thin lips and short chopped black hair. It was Gorum, her Second.
"Gorum! What happened! The-" It came back to her in a flash. Caiera deciding to patrol the Wukar Providence near the city of Hulk so named after her husband. She had been invited by the governor to show off the splendor of the city before she made the long march home. Stopping at the vessel that had brought Sakaarson's beloved champion, now standing as a monument to its people.
"Were we attacked? Whats going on?" Caiera sat up, checking her body for any major injuries.
"I'm not too sure, Majesty?" Gorum shook her short black hair in concern. "We are evacuating the city, trying to get to a safe distance." It was only now that Caiera was able to see the fear seeping in her eyes as she pointed behind them. "You were knocked unconscious when it happened!"
Turning behind her Caiera stopped, noticing the long train of people trailing behind them filled with those desperately fleeing away from the city. They were carrying various items on their backs, probably having been forced to take only what they could. Families huddled together. Many were in fear, while others sang soft songs of hope over the sounds of fear and melancholy. Her soldiers helping them along as quickly as possible, even carrying those who could not walk fast enough on their own.
It was a familiar sight during the cruel reign of the Red King and the assault of the Spikes bringing destruction in whatever place they fell.
But that was not what captivated her attention.
They had made some great distance from the city but even with those miles behind them, it was hard to miss. She could see the immense inferno swirling in a ball held together by some unknown force at the center of the city.
"How?" Caiera swallowed back her horror.
"It was an explosion, Majesty. Of what origin or reason we do not know," Gorum nodded grimly. "It was the great Magister! She is what's keeping the full damage of the blast back. She ordered us to evacuate imm-Majesty!"
Ignoring Gorum's cry of alarm, Caiera forced herself to stand on her shaky legs. Calling forth the Old Power of her people to give her strength she turned to the nearest soldiers. "Hand me a Strider. Now." Her voice brokered no argument and she felt a small sense of satisfaction when her orders were obeyed without delay. Hopping on the back of the four legged reptilian beast she clutched the reins tightly in her grip. Caiera turned her steely gaze back to her worried Second. "Gorum take them as far away as possible. Do not turn back." At Gorum's nod, Caiera raced off towards the city leaving a cloud of dust in her wake.
She would be damned if she allowed herself to cower and run when her people needed her. Besides, there was no distance they could get to before the blast was upon them. Even now the inferno continued to grow.
At the edge of the city, she released her Strider, allowing the frightened creature to run off to safety as she trudged towards the dome. Only her Old Power would allow her to reach the eye of the storm and navigating with the frightened creature would be more of a hindrance. Reaching the center of the blast Caiera could fully appreciate the destruction before her.
The air felt hot choking with poison seeping throughout the area. Harsh winds swirling in the eye of the storm, raising earth and whatever was caught in its grasp. A giant wall of fire clashing together howling in fury like some ancient beast.
And standing before it, hands out stretched, was Valentina Potter.
With her short red hair whipping around her violently and green eyes glowing with power. She struggled to put her everything into keeping this destruction back from laying waste to everything. Her clothing, Sakaarson garments, was torn into gashes and mingled with her own blood as she was unable to keep the other elements from affecting her.
This thing will be our death.
Caiera raced towards her, dodging flying debris and ignoring the scorching heat. She could feel Valentina's magic affecting the area as she got closer. The winds turn down to a more controlled volume and the ground became easier to walk on as she trudged closer.
"What do you need?" She walked up towards Valentina, trying to calm her nerves.
"Caiera! What the bloody hell are you doing here?" Valentina grunted in exertion. "You're supposed to be far far away from here!"
"I came to assist you." Up close Caiera could see the exhaustion straining through Valentina's small frame. How she struggled to keep herself from falling on her knees as her muscles shook with small tremors.
"Well, as you can see I'm currently holding back the equivalent of a massive nuclear bomb. Which, in turn, will lay waste to everything in the immediate area. Don't even mention the radiation," Huffing out through clenched teeth she continued. "No time for chit chat! You need to get yourself and everyone else to a safe distance!"
Caiera hummed out her agreement as she stared up at what could possibly be the doom of all of Sakaarson. "While that is true my friend there is no guarantee we will make it in time before your magic fails. Then all shall perish," Caiera spoke calmly. "It is too much for you alone."
"I can hold it!"
"Perhaps, but you must remember, we are Warbound. That means I do not leave you behind. Besides," she spoke. "I am Queen here. I take orders from no one."
"Stubborn ass." Valentina wheezed out a strained chuckle at her words, before letting out a pained gasp as she dropped to one knee.
The inferno grew larger as her magic weakened.
"I may not have your magic but the Old Power of Sakarr flows through me." Dropping beside her Caiera placed her hand on Valentina's shoulders. "Tell me how we may save our people."
"Caiera." Valentina turned to her in surprise before her expression transformed into one of sincere mirth. "Very well, Majesty. Don't blame me if the big guy gets pissed."
"Let me handle our king." Caiera shrugged her broad gray shoulders. "Now tell me how I can help?"
"Okay," Valentina breathed out shakily as she turned back to the task at hand. "Remember the Karsczion battle? The one where that castle exploded?"
"That one where we were trapped inside," Caiera drawled out with a raised eyebrow. "Yes, I recall."
"Yeah and we were stuck under the debris. Well, you were unconscious and I was stuck under a rock." Valentina side eyed her with a teasing tone. "And I had to save our butts."
"Your point?"
"Well remember how I got us out?"
How could she forget? During the last months of the Red King's reign when Caiera had been at his beck and call. Before she found the truth of his madness and the strength to turn against him. The rebels had grown more confident and with someone like the Hulk on their side, it was understandable. She, along with Valentina, had been lured into a castle for what she believed was a strategic meeting with a trusted ally. Only realizing too late that the supposed meeting had been a trap. She had been bound and cut off from her natural power through poisons. They had detonated the building in an attempt to kill her and as the explosions rocked the castle she had been impressed by their boldness.
However, that did not result in her death, of course, it would take more than a few bombs and dirt to kill her. But she did lay trapped beneath the rubble for days thinking she would die of either starvation or boredom. The only other person to survive the castle's destruction was Valentina.
"Yes," Caiera waved away the blood soaked memories. "You had used my power to get us to the castle's aqueduct." It had been alarming to see another being not of Sakaarson blood using the Old Power. But while she had laid woozy from the unfamiliar poison coursing through her body through muddy waters. With Valentina dragging her weak body to safety, cursing her for her stupidity and arrogance, she had been grateful.
They never did tell the Red King how they escaped from that.
"Yep," Valentina grunted. "I'm gonna need you to channel that through me. We only get one shot at this."
Trusting her friend Caiera closed her eyes, placing both her hands onto Valentina's thin back. Calling forth the familiar swell of her own energy, she built it slowly inside before she gave it a firm push.
The effect was almost immediate. Valentina shouted in a surprised gasp, shooting to her feet with a renewed vigor. Her eyes glowed brightly with magic.
"That's the good stuff!" Valentina's voice echoed with power, giddy with it. "Now then, let's begin." With that, she raised her hands higher lifting the chaotic inferno slowly into the air.
Witnesses would call this day a miracle. Another example of the great fortune brought by the reign of the Green King, of their Sakaarson, of their savior, the Hulk. As the enormous ball of death and ruin was raised from the very planet and pushed higher into the atmosphere. They bowed to their knees to pray.
Prayer to their Queen and her Magister.
On the Day of Inferno.
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Strider: A four leg reptilian creature native to Sakkar's world. They have the appearance of Earth lizard with the exception of their four eyes. They come in various colors and sizes based on their environment. What makes them great mounts is the speed they can travel and their ability to pass through almost any manner of the elements, ranging from earth, water, walls. etc. They are mainly carnivorous creatures, needing a steady diet of meat. Which makes them a bit more expensive than the average Sakaarson citizen can afford.
In combat they can use their fangs and claws as weapon. Their tails can be used as a offensive or defensive maneuver during mounted combat. But what makes them dangerous is the poison they can secret or spit out at enemies which renders the victim immovable but fully aware. Their poison is either removed when domesticated or collected for resource.
In the dusty deserts of Sakaar they are called Duststriders, since they often race through deserts to attack weaken pray caught in the raging sandstorms.
Weight: 190 to 680kg
Speed: 90mph to 110mph
"Potter, Valentina. Creatures of Sakkar and Everything you Need to Not Die."
This is all thanks to various reasons, one of my favorite animated Marvel movies Planter Hulk (it's good you guys should watch if you're fan of the Hulk). Another being how in the current Marvel comics they F****N MURDERED BRUCE BANNER/HULK IN THE WORSE BS POSSIBLE! AGRHHH! And how think Hulk deserves some happiness.
This is gonna be a mixture of the Planet Hulk animated movie, marvel comics, and even a bit of the movieverse, probably
I swear I'll write a fic with Harry as his original sex, I swear!
I'm just having fun with this one guys!