Prologue

I saw her standing in front of him, in front of that so called "God". Almacia never looked so weak. My guardian angel's flame got smaller as she vomited blood. And I am sitting here, helpless. He kidnapped me, stole my magic, and now he is going to kill my guardian angel.

I still remember how I got her to be by my side. Yes, every prince from my world has a guardian angel, but mine was hard to impress. I needed her, and she hated this. She made me fight my own fights, but I never managed to impress her and get her to respect me. She was a tease, my angel. And now, after I got to like her, she was going to die. And I can't do anything.

I remember the day she started respecting me. It was when Ifrits invaded our kingdom. My father, king Arad, went to the front lines with the best of mages, while I stayed behind with my mothers and siblings and her. There were rumors that smaller Ifrits managed to get into the castle, so I had to be ready. I was the oldest sibling, I had to protect my family, but Almacia would laugh at me and call me a weakling. And then I heard a scream. One of my sisters was in trouble. The only sister my angel liked.

The beast of fire and darkness walked towards my sister, ready to kill her. The next thing I remember is me, stubbing the monster's stomach with my sword, as its blood was running over my body. The monster was killed, by me. My sister grabbed my angel's burning fur, as she tried to calm the girl down. And then, Almacia smiled. Good job kid, now I know I can protect you, she said.

"Look at yourself, you pathetic dog." The God said, pointing his spear at her face.

"Silence, Goat!" She growled at him. She pounced, aiming for his neck.

The God laughed as he slashed her again with the spear. I started screaming for help like the useless man I was.

And then, a roar.

It was the green beast, the one stronger than any Ifrit I have seen in my life. He hit the God with his arm, sending him flying into one of the buildings.

I ran towards my loyal wolf that was lying on the ground, motionless. As I approached her, she started laughing.

"You sure are something, kid." She said weakly. She came all the way from our world to rescue me, and I am completely useless. Even if I could use magic, I wasn't a healer, but a fighter.

"Don't die…" I whispered, as I felt tears chocking me.

"True kings don't cry."

Ever since the incident in the castle, Almacia was teaching me how a king should act. Starting on my manners and continuing with the way I dressed. It was funny, since she was a rude, heavy smoker that her human form was dressed in weird robes. But one thing about her made me listen to her. She was wiser than any of our elders.

I could hear more shouting, more fighting. I remember asking her why we have to fight. She never answered.

I locked my eyes with hers. Emerald green in a sea of flames. I could hear footsteps, Steve's. After spending time with the Avengers, I learned to tell them apart just by their footsteps. His were heavy, yet organized, like a marching soldier. He was standing next to me.

"Basil, what is going on?"

I didn't answer. He looked over my shoulder, ad she looked at him. He never liked her. I bet he still doesn't.

She would always tease him about his beliefs. Making him look like the fool he is. And now, he pitied her, and she hated this.

She growled at him and he flinched for a moment. Even now, she didn't want anyone to feel bad for her condition. It was her job to protect me from any harm. Saving humans was just a side mission director Fury asked her to do, so "Earth's mightiest heroes" will help looking for me. She hated being helped, but after many unsuccessful tries, she needed it. She hated every single one of them. Some more, some less, but she hated them. She hated them for wanting to help her, for caring for her, for being them. She hated them so much, she loved them.

Steve tried to touch her and she growled at him.

"Don't get so sentimental on me because I look like this." She growled and tried to get on her feet.

She managed to intimidate him so many times, but now he simply couldn't take it anymore. He rested his hand on her white furred face, the only place on her body that wasn't covered in fire. She smiled at him. She never smiled at him, only when she teased him.

And then she fell unconscious.