Here's the beginning of my fanfiction, don't be to cruel about waiting for new chapters... I'm pre-writing it in german so I have to translate it.


Disclaimer: This fanfiction is based upon One Piece by Eiichiro Oda. The plot, though, belongs to me, as do the original characters that appear. And this is beta-read from the German version by Slytherins Silver Snake. Thanksyou €> ! It sounds much better now! Meow -;-,

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Summary: Along the Grand Line is a secluded island that holds many secrets. Some believe that it holds the One Piece, whilst others who searched for the hidden treasure failed to make it back alive. Or is what it holds something else entirely?

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Chapter 01: The Fall Of A Kingdom

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Along the Grand Line there was an island few had ever set eyes on. It lay in a stormy and dangerous part of the ocean and only a few humans had ever taken a step upon its shores. Once, upon this island, there had dwelt a majestic folk who could run with the swiftness of the wind and possessed catlike senses. They had ruled the Grand Line hard but fair and had been good friends with the humans. But despite their quick reflexes and strength they were a peaceful folk, only engaging in fighting as a means of sport.

Although intense ocean-dwelling hurricanes blew around the isle, the small island itself was a little paradise; the soil was fertile, animals and plants flourished and no one had to starve. It possessed wealth and there was busy trading between them and the humans. With the fishpeople there had been some trouble, but a peace treaty had solved this problem.

For hundreds of years, life on the island had continued on without being haunted by woe. But eventually time moved on and the humans changed; they began fighting wars against each others. Homicide and robbery spread. In the hope of preventing this lawlessness, the last moralists had founded an organisation that had called itself the Marines.

Indeed, the Marines had brought back the rules, when enough young able-bodied men had joined them. But the more the Marines grew, the more they became like those they had once defeated.

And like those criminals they became; the Marines had become corrupted so much to the point where all they cared about was how to enlarge their finances. Their envy towards the wealthy folk secluded away on their island grew and they defied the storms to face them. They wanted to subdue those island dwellers and bury them under high taxes. But the few men who survived the journey across the rough sea did not know something; as the years had passed, those who dwelt upon the island had gradually become almost extinct, their numbers falling from millions to just a few thousand.

Meanwhile, the humans had begun to deal with the fishpeople. After long negotiations, the Marines had convinced them that they should attack the island together.

Soon, the ocean-weathered ships made landfall.

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As the marines and the fishpeople trampled the beach, the skies were pure and not even a gentle breeze could be felt. But only a few steps later, a gust of fierce wind roared towards them at high speed and mowed down some of their men. When these men did not get up, worry appeared on everyone else's faces.

Inspecting their colleagues, the soldiers soon realised that they were dead. Someone or something had slit their throats.

The fishpeople drew their swords and got ready whereas the marines were still stunned. It again seemed as if the wind would hasten towards them but this time no one died. However, when they looked across the beach it was blocked by a number of armed warriors, the fastest and strongest fighters of this race. Men who could handle their blades as if they were part of their bodies. At the head of this small army was no other than the ruler of the islanders themselves, his arms crossed in front of his chest. He was standing across from the fishpeople and suddenly then the warriors disappeared as mysteriously as they had came.

Suddenly a loud cry was heard.

The soldiers whirled round; it was their leading marine officer. Right in front of his eyes, sharp long blades of shiny metal pointed at him. The islander's sovereign eyed him warily. Nothing was seen of his warriors, though one could feel their presence.

"This shall be your lesson!" the king declared. "We don't want senseless bloodshed, but if you coerce me I will defend my people!"

The ruler then lowered his hand and gazed at the officer, than he disappeared again. Fearful of what might happen, the soldiers wanted to get back to the ships, but the fishpeople began to revolt; they deemed it as their right to receive the promised fifty percent. This was why their leader ran further inland, his sword raised as he charged with a loud war cry.

When they saw that nothing happened to their leader the rest of the fishpeople followed. The Marine soldiers hesitated for just a minute than sprinted alongside them. Leaves were blowing around their feet as the wind hissed menacingly at them through the branches.

"You made your choice, but know that you cannot win!"

It was not possible for the humans to say from where the voice had come. Suddenly, the fishman who had made the charge found himself without his head. It fell straight to the officer's feet as the flaky scaled corpse sank to the ground, bleeding profusely from its fatal wounding. No one had seen death's scythe when he had cut the threads of live; men falling soundlessly to the ground was all that was visible of his work.

It happened quickly for the Marines; the soldiers had not long to suffer. A short pain and then they breathed out their lives. The fishpeople, however, were not offered such mercy. Their abdomens were ripped out so that they bled to death.

For those soldiers who had stayed behind on the ships, from their hideouts they now watched the few surviving warriors carrying cadavers back to the beach, after which they made piles of wood and lit them, burning the bodies of those slain by the islanders.

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Meanwhile, the islander's master was observing the soldiers as they scattered the ashes over the sea, but soon his pointy ears twitched.

Slowly he turned his head back towards the ships. His look roamed over to the row of vessels, where soldiers were crouched and shaking with fear. In his eyes was a blend on contempt and mercy. He knew that he could kill them now, before they would know what had happened, but he decided to let them go, for they would report that it wasn't possible to occupy the island. He then stripped off his gloves and disappeared, covered by the wind.

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After this shattering defeat, the Marines did not dare to launch a second strike so fast. Besides, they now had other worries; the pirate plague had grown year over year and now took up most of their time. Due to this, the isle of which most humans had never heard disappeared from memory. Over the course of many years, sometimes people of this proud nation left the isle to live unrecognised among the humans. Fortunately they could conceal their more feline features, when they wanted to.

More importantly, an unimportant buccaneer had worked his way up to become the mightiest pirate who sailed the four oceans; some even said that he would be the king of the pirates. His name was Gold D. Roger and it had taken the marine several years to finally capture him. When they finally executed him, the marketplace was filled with thousands of spectators who had come out to see the execution of the most famous pirate of all. The moment the hangman raised his sword, Gold Roger proclaimed his last words to all those assembled before him.

"You want my gold? You can have it! Search for it! Somewhere, I've hidden the world's biggest treasure!"

This treasure was the One Piece and was situated somewhere along the Grand Line. Post Gold Roger's execution, the great pirate era had began and the marines had their hands full. It wasn't just that they has to catch the pirates; they likewise wanted to get the One Piece in their claws.

Rumours eventually snowballed into the fact that this treasure was be hidden somewhere along of the Grand Line and so millions set sails, pirates and soldiers.

For a lot of them it became a wet grave at the bottom of the ocean. And it so happened that one evening, an old marine officer took his grandson aside and told him that, if the One Piece would be recovered anywhere, than it would be upon the heavily guarded but forgotten island from which he barely escaped as a young soldier.

Like wildfire, this news spread throughout the marines. They came to the conclusion that the legendary One Piece had to be on that island. Ships were equipped, troops combined and reservists conscripted. The final army chosen to regain the One Piece eventually amounted to five thousand soldiers on two thousand big warships, led by one of the most brutal and ruthless marine officers ever; one who could be counted upon to get the job done.

They faced the wild storms, some attacks by small pirate crews and eventually made landfall on one of the hottest day the isle had ever seen. No one attacked them, no one blocked their way. Freely they marched through villages, where mothers called their children back inside and locked the doors, straight to the palace.

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A young king was seated on his throne, his hands folded in front of his face. His yellow feline eyes surveyed his knuckles and he then skeptically observed, the black pupils narrowing to slits, the incoming officers. They were showing no deference or respect at all and the king observed the members of this obviously underdeveloped species with disgust. However, the long crate that rested near the throne, made of blackened silver with golden ornaments, seemed to attract the marines' attention.

The sovereign then got up from his throne and glared coolly at the marines.

"It is a long time since humans walked onto our island, especially so many of you," he observed. "What do you desire from me?"

Furtively, the grey-haired man's gaze moved across to a group of young women, one of whom was holding a little bundle in her arms. On his signal they left the room through a curtain.

"We want the One Piece!" the head marine demanded. "Give it to us or we'll kill everyone on this island!"

The young king raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms behind his back, stretching out his hands.

"The One Piece? Though Gold Roger was one of the few humans accepted on this land, he surely did not hide any treasure here."

The marine soldiers didn't believe a word of what the king had just said. The head officer took a provocating step forward.

"We know it's here! Your whole damn people hoard gold like no other does!"

He wanted to go further but was stopped by two guards with their lances, the ruler's face smiling as if amused.

"The old times in which my tribe lived in wealth lie far in the past. Haven't you seen, as you came through our fields, that our harvests wither and our cattle have all but perished? Truly, my people are poor. But even if we possessed such a treasure, I would deploy it for my race and certaintly not give it to you!"

The soldiers of the marine took this declaration as proof enough that Gold Rogers treasure was present on this islet; in fact, they were possessed and blinded by their greed.

"Now listen, you mangy beast! I'll make a proposal! Either you hand over the One Piece right now or I'll let my men slaughter all your beloved people!" the head marine roared.

Surprised, the monarch looked at him and than burst into a roar of laughter. The marine soldiers were slightly confused and considered him to be distraught or schizophrenic.

The laughter faded away.

When next they blinked, the marines could see that the king had vanished. The precious crate they hadn't let out of sight had also been opened. Less than a second later, from behind his back, five long sharp blades surrounded the officer's head. A current of air ruffled the regent's short grey hair. In the sun's light the blades shimmered softly.

"You want to menace me! A human wants to menace me! Now I will make a proposal to you! Either you get lost right now or you'll get the shortest haircut a marine's ever seen!"

Suddenly, the officer made a shrill noise, feet clattering was heard and the pointed ears of the king pinned back against his head in nervousness. An anxious yell filled the palace shortly after, a young woman with long black hair being pushed into the throne room. It was the same woman that had carried the bundle when the king had told her and the others to leave.

There was the click of a gun being prepped and soon a soldier was holding a revolver next to the woman's temple.

"Look, I got your wife! Get your hands off our chief!"

The palace's guards opened their mouths but no words were heard. Instead, they hissed in a manner that scared the soldiers. Through the back of their armours catlike tails broke through, their pupils narrowing to slits within their yellow iris. But as they prepared to attack the marine officer stamped his foot down.

"Call them back! I don't think you can get to me before the bullet goes through her head, no matter how fast you are!"

The king nodded to his guards; an instant later they were normal again and staring malignantly but powerlessly at the humans.

"Perfect! And now remove those things from his head or so help me I'll…!"

The soldier cocked the gun, against which the young woman twitched. He saw the fear in her black eyes and, unwillingly, the king let down his blades. The officer backed up to a safe distance before he gave the sign to set the young woman free.

Crying, she dashed into her husband's arms and clung to him. He soothingly kissed her forehead.

"Where is he?" he asked quietly.

The soldiers wanted to take the guard's weapons. They resisted, but the king nodded and so they gave in.

As she had calmed, the queen answered him so quietly that the humans could not hear it.

"The nurse has him, she's hiding."

Relieved, her partner sighed. As the marine had confiscated all weapons beside his, the officer once more spoke to him.

"Yet again! Where is the One Piece?" He drew and cocked his gun as he walked forwards, resting the pistol straight between the young man's eyes.

"I told you, it's not here! That's the truth! I wished we had it, then you could take it and leave us alone!"

The marine officer wasn't satisfied. To him, this strange man was lying. It was hidden somewhere on this isle; he was sure of it!

"We will turn everything on this isle upside down if we have to! And as your race is not bringing us any benefit, we've got permission from those above to kill anyone that stands in our way! And you know what?" He pressed the pistol's muzzle on the regent's forehead, whose proud look was still unbroken. "We'll start with you both!"

The officer then pulled the gun aside and shot at the young woman's head. Blood spouted from behind and she collapsed in her husband's arms, already dead.

"What had she ever done to you!" the king hollered to the officer. Again his pupils narrowed to slits, the hairs on his nape rose up as he pricked his ears and arched his back.

"Nothing. She was just some ugly creature that didn't deserve to live!" the marine replied.

This was too much for the young sovereign. A long black cat's tail broke out of his coccyx and whipped furiously.

All the marines heard was the sound of those strange blades and hurriedly looked around. The king was too fast for their eyes so the soldiers fired in circles, covering their leader. First they hit nothing, then a cry of pain rang out and the young aristocrat fell forward and banged his face on the floor. He remained lying down as his tail twitched before disappearing. At his right leg, a gleaming blood puddle slowly spilled out onto the marble.

Seeing an opening, the officer used the chance to shoot into the young man's other leg, causing him to writhe in agony.

"So, you damned beast, try to run away now!"

The young man tried to stand up but he couldn't hold himself steady. He crashed down to the floor once more and the officer rammed his thick marine-issue boot into his stomach and than face. But even when his victim was spitting blood at his feet, the officer wasn't satisfied. He cocked his gun. But all it did was click. It had no more ammo, so he grabbed one of his people's handguns and pulled the trigger.

The soldiers were already leaving the palace when one noticed a movement on the ground. They turned around and saw that the man their captain had shot was trying to drag himself to his wife's corpse.

"Sir! He's still alive!" one exclaimed.

Their leader backed up slowly.

"I know! That's the point of a stomach shot; this scum shall bleed to death, slowly! Well… remove those strange claws from him!"

The marine soldiers hesitated briefly, fearing the wounded man still had enough energy to kill them, but endured.

"And what will we do with them, sir?"

They turned to their officer, following him as he left.

"We'll sell them, of course!"

Therewith, the marines left the palace and devoted themselves to the search for the One Piece. Meanwhile, the young king crawled up to his wife and put his arms around her. Beneath them, a ruby lake of blood shimmered. He then kissed her and closed his lids, surrending to his destiny.


A pic of the young king, I made up from a Kuro screenshot can be foundat my nickname Semiramis-Audronother Kurofanarts of me are there, too.