Hello, and thank you for reading The Khronicles of Kamp Kombat. Before we start, I have a couple of disclaimers. First, I do not own the rights to Mortal Kombat. All I own is one game. Second, I have only played MK2 and UMK3, so this story is going to use only the characters from those games, along with the possibility of a couple more. Enjoy!
Every year, for as long as anyone can remember, the Mortal Kombat was held. Shao Kahn organized the Mortal Kombat for his perverse pleasure. He would pit people against one another in a fight to the death, and the winner was allowed to move on to the next fight. He would allow them rest, but only so that they would be able to put up a fight. The winner of the tournament would be allowed to fight Kahn himself, and usually got massacred. On the off-chance that they would beat him, Kahn was able to die and come back to life elsewhere. Kahn had the power to bring people back from the dead whom he thought would put up another good fight in the next Mortal Kombat, while also bringing new people to the fight.
Then one day, after the 102nd Mortal Kombat, after bringing his favorites back to life again, Shao Kahn disappeared into his fortress, for a reason unknown to everybody but him. The Kombatants lived fairly normal lives, had families, and lived fairly happily ever after.
Some time, centuries later, Kitana (whose race has amazing longevity) ran into Shang Tsung, who used to be Kahn's right-hand man, and received amazing powers of transformation and longevity, which he kept even after he turned good and betrayed Kahn.
"Hey Shang!" said Kitana. "Long time, no see. What have you been up to?"
"Just wandering around, practicing occasionally to keep myself in tip-top form," Shang replied. "You?"
"Finding ways to keep up on my duties as Princess of the Outworld. This is the first free time I've had in a very long time. You know, I was thinking that we should set up a sort of 'camp' for our descendants and those of the other people that fought in the Mortal Kombat, at least, those that inherited our abilities. I don't like this long silence from Shao Kahn, it worries me."
"Same here. What would they do at the camp though?"
"Well, I was hoping that you could prepare them for the next Mortal Kombat."
"Who says that there will be another?"
"It's just a feeling that I've got. Please, you would be perfect for this. With your transformation, you could become any one of the original Kombatants, and have all of their abilities."
"That is true, and a good idea. Just give me a night to let you know. Where can I find you tomorrow?"
"How about right here at 1:00?"
"That works. See you tomorrow."
"Bye." With that, the two of them continued on their original paths. Shang was headed home. When he got to his rather Spartan hut, he laid down on his cot and looked up at the ceiling. Was he ready to have a real responsibility like this? He didn't even really like kids. He sighed. He figured it couldn't hurt too badly...
I know that this seems like it mirrors Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and it will in some ways, but when I came up with the idea, I did not think about Percy Jackson at all.
Chapter 1 is should be coming soon.
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