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Arbia. The capitol of a quiet desert kingdom situated in the east. The large buildings that cut through the burning hot sand were home to scholars, merchants, and the peaceful people who inhabited the city. At the very end of the road was a grand palace that was built into the wall of a massive rock overlooking the entire town. The city acted as a shining oasis in the otherwise bleak and inhospitable environment.
Going through the street was a large cart pulled by two horses. Sitting in front where two incredibly muscular men with shining bronze skin. They wore uniforms of dark red cloth pants and sleeveless shirts with metal guards on their shoulders. A scabbard with a scimitar hung by their sides. On their waists was the image of a golden hand splayed out, the symbol of the kingdom. The back of the cart was filled with heavy white bags tied with rope.
Both men were on high alert, looking back and forth as their vehicle moved down the road.
"Are you sure it'll be here?" The one on the left asked.
The other one nodded. "I'm sure. It's hit every last cart that's gone through town."
His partner scoffed. "I still say this thing is just a myth."
The other man scowled. "A myth? A myth!? Do you think so many of our men have been hurt by just a myth? That a myth has been stealing from us? What about the captain? Do you think that what happened to him was caused by a myth?!"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" The left man said defensively. Once his friend back down, he said. "I'm just not convinced it's a monster like everyone says it is. It's probably just a thief using tricks to make them look more dangerous."
"Trust me, it is not just a thief. And it's much worse than a damn monster. I've seen the wounds some of the other guards have come back with. Whatever it is, it is brutal and inhuman. I just pray we don't-." The man suddenly stopped talking. He cautiously sniffed the air a few times before breaking into a harsh sweat.
The other man looked at him worriedly. "What's the matter?"
His friend slowly turned his heads towards him and frightfully whispered. "It's here!"
Before either men could react, something came down from above them and smashed into their cart, creating a massive explosion of fire that blasted the men forward and caused their steeds to run off, the riggings that held them to the cart now burnt away.
One man pulled himself up and gazed upon the carnage now before him.
The cart was nothing more than a collection of chard splinters. Standing in the center of the wreckage, cloaked by a shroud of smoke, was a tall, thin, vaguely humanoid figure. The only truly defining quality the man could make out were it's eyes, which glowed like two miniature suns with flames leaking out of the sides.
The man managed to wrestle his fear and yell out. "By order of king Faraj, I command you to surrender!" Before whipping out his scimitar
The figure said nothing, and stepped forward out of the smoke. It was revealed to be an enormous figure dressed from head to toe in a tattered robe like piece of clothing the color of the desert sand. The figures face was hidden by a mass of cloth around its head and orange cloth around its mouth. From a small opening in the face, flames poured out of its eyes.
Faster than the guard could react, it raced forward and grabbed his sword blade. Its hand began to glow bright red and soon so did the guards sword, until the blade melted into a pile of slag.
While the guard was shocked by the sight of his destroyed weapon, the figure raised its arm and a layer of fire spread over it. It pulled back its fist and slugged the guard in the chest, the fire enhancing its punch and propelling the guard several feet back until he collided with a fruit stand.
The other guard, who had been knocked out by the cart explosion, regained consciousness and saw his partner get flung away by the person. He quickly got to his feet and charged at them with his sword swinging wildly. But they danced around each of his sword swipes. Once he had tired himself out, the being cloaked its leg in fire and kicked the second guard away.
Once they were sure he was down, the figure snapped their fingers and the sound of heavy thuds echoed across the sand. From behind one of the buildings came a strange massive creature that appeared to be woven out of fire. Trails of flames rose off every inch of it. Its face and body was like that of a fierce jungle cat but its legs ended in strong thick hooves, the top of its head had strong sharp antlers and on its back appeared to be a set of bird wings.
The attacker beckoned to the creature and it bounded towards it. They went over to the cart wreckage and dug around until they withdrew several of the bags in the back and piled them onto the creature's back. Once they finished loading all the bags, the figure climbed onto the creatures back and the creature exhaled a cloud of smoke and, once it dissipated, both the figure and the creature where gone.
The first guard, now covered in bruises and burns, walked over and helped his friend to his feet. The two gazed at both the scorched remains of their vehicle and the place where the two strange beings had once been.
The first guard turned to his stunned friend.
"Still think it's a myth?
In the beautiful amber halls of the palace, a man walked carefully towards a gigantic set of ornate doors. He was muscular and wore the same uniform as the other two, though his included a gold and black sash across his shoulder, but he looked vastly different. Every visible part of his body was covered in harsh burns, but his face was the most damaged. The left half of his face almost appeared to have been melted, scars running all the way down to his chin, his left eye milky white and useless
He pushed through the doors to find a young man in gorgeous orange clothes sitting on the throne. The guard bowed respectfully.
"Your majesty, there's been some trouble. Two more of my men were viciously assaulted by the demon. They are unharmed, but this problem is getting out of hand. I came to request permission to recruit and train another platoon in order to hunt this monster down and slay it."
The young king was unmoved. "You have come to me many times before with the same proposal. We've thrown dozens of guards and weapons at this creature but it still fails. If blades and warriors cannot stop this demon, then perhaps we should find another way to deal with this beast-."
"Your highness, with all due respect, you're father put me in charge of watching over the kingdom for potential threats and reporting back any signs of trouble. My men and I have kept the kingdom safe for years, but this monster will continue to plague our village and endanger out people if we don't stop it. Trust me when I say, that I will find a way to stop it. But I need more men."
The young king, Faraj, looked thoughtfully at the guard before saying. "I will think about it, Urooj. But let me make myself clear, nothing is to be done until I give my permission. Is that clear?"
"Of course, your majesty." Urooj bowed to him and retreated back through the doors.
Once his captain was gone, Faraj hung his head. Ever since the death of his father, he'd been trying to manage his kingdom the best he could. But his guards and advisors did most of the actual politics, assuring him that they had everything under control and there was no need to worry. But that wasn't enough anymore. He had to be strong and decisive. Just as his father was.
So, his thoughts turned to the demon. From what he knew, it had been a massive issue for years. Many Arbians saw it as a myth, but the guards reports did not lie. This creature seemingly came out of nowhere at random, attacked his men, and then disappeared back into the sand without a trace. The beast was also rumored to have some strange power over fire and heat.
Then something occurred to him. He left the throne room and ventured to his study. His desk was littered with a small stack of letters and he dug around until he found the one he was looking for, a small green envelope sealed with a purple crocus pin.
He was nervous. He couldn't be sure the report his ambassador had left him wasn't some kind of joke. But this seemed like the best option he had. Sending wave after wave of Arbians at the demon hadn't helped, so perhaps some outside assistance was needed.
After all, what better way to fight the heat then with the cold?
Have you ever had a story idea that you have tons of headcanons, Au ideas, random thoughts, and seriously complex plot twist for even though you havent written it yet? Well, this is one of those stories for me.
Part of the other reason I'm going to write this is because I want to try and branch out from the Loud house fandom and make a well written, multi chapter fic for another Fandom and Frozen is one of the fandoms I deeply enjoy