Prologue


AN. Hello there! And welcome to my new project.

First things first, this is a Mortal Kombat Fanfiction, as you can clearly see, but, why did I just call it project. Well, that is pretty simple! I am writing this because I need to practice my English, so if you see any grammar mistakes going forward…please let me know.

Second of all, why did I choose to make this fic on Mortal Kombat and not on, let's say… Star Wars? Simple, because I am extremely hyped for the new MK 1 game that is coming this September and also because I enjoy the universe and characters.

And finally, what will this story be about? Now this needs a little bit of context… So, I grew up with the MK 9, and then playing 10 and 11. That meaning that this story will be in that timeline.

Also, one character that I used to play a lot was Mileena. For different reasons in each game.

All of this being said, you could say she is one if not my favorite characters from the game. But the way she was written always kind of bugged me, because most of the time she was just the clone sister of Kitana and the sex symbol of the game, nothing more, nothing less. And that is a wasted opportunity if you ask me. Look at it this way, Mileena was always a victim of circumstances, from being a monster in her sister's eyes to a tool in her father's eyes, and just a replacement of Kitana in Outword's eyes.

Now, that in all honesty sounds just sad. Also keep in mind that Mileena just wants to be loved and recognized as her own person. That's why she does what she does in MK9, because she wants the recognition and love of her father, while also wanting to prove that she is better than her sister. In MK10 she inherited her father's throne, lost it, and fought to get it back, and then died. Finally, in MK11, after beating the tower, you get a cutscene of her perfect timeline…in which she rules along her parents, has a wife and a kid. (Truly evil, I know right?).

NOW, this fanfiction will take place after she was defeated and captured by Devorah but before she was executed. The rest of the details will be in the story. There will be an OC in this story, so keep that in mind.

And before I forget, I don't own Mortal Kombat an most likely never will, but I own my OC.

All of this being said I hope you will enjoy this story, and let's get into it.


Outworld


There she was, the once great empress of outworld, Mileena Khan, tied down like an animal and awaiting her death sentence. Why was this happening? After everything she has done for this realm…fighting for its glory along her father and taking care of it after his demise at the hands of the elder gods.

The sleepless nights spend managing the aftermath of the invasion, the memorials for the soldiers that fell in battle, and the policies that allowed Outwords citizens to be more than just soldiers or dead meat for her meals.

After all of this work…She was still overthrown by that Osh-Tekk, betrayed by her loyal subjects and thrown in the dungeons to die in her own misery. If not for her few supporters, she would have stayed there for the rest of eternity.

Outworld made it clear, if the cheers for the new emperor were to be believed, she was not needed anymore. And yet… she resisted, fighting to reclaim her rightful place on the throne. With what little supporters she had she brew an uprising, but the odds were always against her.

After the first battles it became clear that there was no chance of winning… The fake emperor had the help of Earthrealm on his side, along with thousands of Osh-Tekk soldiers. Most of her army and allies were slaughtered during those battles, leaving her to make a hard decision.

Continue her quest for the throne alone or doom an entire species along with her. The answer was simple… So, she disbanded her army and went on alone only with the few that had insisted to fight alongside her. Tougher they found an amulet that could change the tide of this conflict but even that was not enough to bring her the victory.

And here she was now, alone, facing her inevitable death. Her allies either betrayed her or died in battle. The tarkatans… the ones that didn't follow her in this unwinnable war, were found and slaughtered like animals… by "the o so great" emperor, Kotal Khan.

"The mad Emperess finally facing justice for her crimes" - said a deep voice bringing Millena back from her mind

"Justice?... is that what your people call genocide, General Kotal?"

"That is Kotal KHAN to you… As for your accusation, Outworld doesn't need those monstrosities roaming its lands."

"Those 'monstrosities' were part of Outworld before your pathetic Osh-Tekk even touched it's lands"- she responded looking straight at Kotal fury evident in her voice.

"That may be so…But that doesn't make them healthy for this land. They are unpredictable demonic half-breads, that know only of combat and blood shed, only a drop of their blood would be enough to contaminate anything and turn it into a monster such as them…You being the perfect example"- said the emperor with extreme disgust being clear in his voice.

"Say what you want about my appearance but we both know who the real monster is…"

"ENOUGH OF THIS PATHETIC SHARADE!"- he exclaimed in a booming voice

"On that we agree…Now, give me my death, so that I may join my father in the afterlife."

"You are not worthy enough to die by The Emperors hand"- and with a simple nod of the head, his second in command, stepped forward.

D'Vorah, a pathetic Kytinn bug, the reason for the death of so many tarkatans and their leader, was making her way over to her, ready to end everything. But for some reason she decided to speak, maybe just to enjoy her suffering a little more.

"This one has a question for this lowly hybrid. May that be allowed?"- she said turning towards her emperor

"Very well…But make it quick, we have wasted enough time here already."- came an answer from behind.

"This one wants to know…Are there any last words coming from the fallen empress before her death?"

Then came the laughter…not just from the bug before her, but from every single Osh-Tekk in the room. Mileena for once in her life… was truly humiliated. She kept her head in the ground, face hidden behind her hair, just so that no one, could see the stray tears running down her face. And once the laughter stopped a hand touched her face, forcing her to look up.

"Does the mad empress, not have any last words? This one wonders?"

Millena didn't even try to fight her at this point. She just looked at her executioner, with empty eyes, waiting for her death…Only to notice the amulet, that was once in her possession, attached to her heap.

While her knowledge of the amulet's power was scarce at best, she knew a few of its secrets. The amulet alone could destroy almost anything if enough of the user's spirit was channeled into it, but that was not it's only function. Instantaneous realm to realm travel was also an option and it could even be done while in close proximity with the amulet without touching it. A short incantation was required for it to work, but she managed to learn it in case of emergencies.

This was it, her small ray of hope, a way of getting out of this situation alive. The procedure was extremely dangerous, though, for many reasons, but none of them mattered to her now. This was a small chance that she may get away and live to fight another day.

So, she, Mileena, True Empress of Outworld, made her choice.

"I only have a few words bug, so listen closely…"

Silence descended upon the room as everyone waited for the last words of the Mad Empress.

"Chikara… ai… Kazoku"

And with those words, Mileena, The Mad Empress, was no more.


Somewhere in the forests of Earthrealm


The woods of the majestic "Fire Forest". A place full of wonders and beautiful sceneries, known for the golden leaves of its ancient threes. Legends say that this place was once the home of the gods themselves. A sacred place where mere mortals came to either praise the gods or even converse with them in the pursuit of knowledge.

In this very woods stood, meditating, the lone figure of a man. He was dressed in a simple dark blue kimono held together by a mere belt of the same color, his face and hair covered by a straw hat. Next to him, on the ground, stood two swords, the sheet of one of them was white decorated with pink flowers all of which had an impeccable gold finish, while the sheet of the other sword was a simple dark brown, with only a crow symbol gracing it.

"What do we have here?" came a voice from behind the man

"May I be of any help to you stranger?" responded the man, in a calm and collected tone

"That depends old man… I was wondering if you could help me by filling this bag with everything that you have on you, including those fancy swords"

Faced with this situation the swordsman simply continued meditating, ignoring the bandit behind him. Action that must have annoyed the bandit because in the next second a sword was freed from its sheet and pointed at the back of the swordsman head.

"Do you have problems with your hearing old man… I said everything you have in the bag…NOW!"

"Hmmm…hmmm… one is behind me, while the others are hiding near… One in the front behind the three, two on my left behind the rock being, the only ones to bear a bow and arrows, three on my right hiding in the grass and the rest are above in the branches of this great three"

The words of the swordsman seemed to pause the actions of the bandit, which was now slowly backing away, with an increased amount of caution, preparing for an attack that never came.

"Young one, it seems that you will not sheet your blade and leave."

"Why should I, old man? You said it yourself, you are surrounded and we have the advantage of range on our side."

"I see… then I will be forced to defend myself." Came the sad voice of the swordman

"It wouldn't be fun otherwise old man" said the bandit readying his blade once again

"Our choices have brought us here young one… So, I wish to give you and your friends one last choice: leave now and continue your life in peace or stay and face the consequences of your actions"

There was no answer to the swordsman's words, because the bandit clearly tiered of all his nonsense struck first aiming to kill. But that strike only hit air.

Confused the bandit looked around only being able notice that one of the man's swords was missing, before he felt himself being cut in half from the side.

"I see that you chose death young one…" said the swordsman to the now dead bandit.

Next came the rest of the bandits, the ones form the grass and the ones form the branches, all attacked at once. One had his hands and head cut off in a single swing, another was stabbed through the hearth while the rest were cut in various other brutal ways.

At this display of violence the bandits from the rock shoot arrows at him but they would never meet their target, because faster that the eye could see, the swordman was next to them cutting them down as well.

And so, only one bandit remained, too afraid to even move as the swordsman was coming towards him.

"Please… Spare me…"- the bandit said trying to beg for his life, falling to his knees. But soon enough he was also cut down.

Once the bloodshed was over, the swordsman sheeted his blade and went to pick up his other sword that laid on the ground in the same place he left it. After fixing both swords to his hip he looked over at the bodies scattered along the forest floor.

"Such a shame… Blood should not be spieled in such a sacred place. May the spirits forgive this needless bloodshed" the swordsman said with his hands clasp together in a prayer

Leaving the place where the battle took place, the swordsman continued on his way through the forest, only to be stopped by a green light igniting the sky, and from that light, a figure was plummeting down towards the ground.

Without thinking he dashed forward using the trees in his way in order to gain height and finally be able to catch the figure, before landing on the ground.


AN. And that was it for the first chapter of this fanfiction. I hope you enjoyed it and I wait to hear your opinion in the reviews! Until next time!