I DO NOT OWN THE POKEMON AND MARVEL

Chapter 3 - Overwhelming Rage

Celestia's rage upon learning of Azlan's kidnapping far exceeded Elarion's anger. "You idiot Luna, what use are you, if you can't even take care of my child," She even vented her frustration on Luna, the diligent Magical Beasts Unicorn, for her perceived negligence.

"My love, I understand your pain, but you need to calm down. I promised you that we will bring back our son. Even if the kidnappers hide in hell or heaven, we will find them," Elarion tried to calm her down. Celestia eventually calmed down, reassured by Elarion's continuous promises that they would recover Azlan.

Aragorn, too, was infuriated. Though he had given up his hopes of becoming king when Azlan was declared as the heir, he had grown fond of the young prince. Azlan's insatiable curiosity and innocence had endeared him to the entire Sylvarion Kingdom.

Preparations were quickly made for their journey. Line by line Nature Ships were arranged, their leaf-like wings glistening in the sunlight, followed by nimble Nature Bikes. And in the middle of it was a grand World Ship, its circular design resonating with Elven aesthetics, standing ready.

Inside the World Ship, Elarion and Celestia occupied the resplendent royal seats, adorned with intricate nature-inspired patterns, with Elysia and Freya nearby.

The army took a unified step forward, their synchronized movements reflecting a sense of purpose and determination, as they gracefully soared toward the distant Somtar Kingdom.

Somtar Kingdom, situated in a relatively chaotic state, despite being ruled by King Natwar, was known for its unpredictable affairs. The King Natwar was always busy in sex and wine, he had limited control over his kingdom's governance, while most of the area was in chaos.

Even now, he was busy in fucking his concubine, but he was interrupted by a resonant knock at his chamber door, "Why the fuck you are disturbing my fucking time with my concubine," Natwar shouted in anger, he was initially furious.

However, upon discovering it was his trusted Prime Minister Siddhu, he understands, it must be some important situation, that's why Siddhu has come here.

"King, its emergency, its emergency situation, please come out," Siddhu continuously shouted.

Natwar comes out of his chamber, after wearing his clothes, "Tell me, what is the emergency situation? If this turns out to be a joke, your wife and daughter will be thrown into the brothel," He shouted at Siddhu.

Siddhu, maintaining an air of urgency, and knowing the importance of the situation, he explained, "King, from our watchtower, the soldier reported a massive army is approaching towards us. They are dressed like Elves, and the only Elven kingdom near us is the Sylvarion. By their line up, it shows they are going to attack us."

"What the fuck? Why will they attack us?" Natwar shouted as he fell to the ground in shock. He didn't know why the Elves were going to attack him.

Although he has the Ice Dragon in his control, he knows the Ice Dragon will not be able to save him. Because Elves were renowned for their mystical prowess, they were acknowledged as more powerful than humans.

But then he suddenly remembered the Human-Elf Peace Accord. It was an accord sign between Human and Elf Kingdom, the terms meticulously outlined and emphasizing that no human kingdom could kidnap an Elf, nor could any Elven kingdom attack humans without valid justification.

"Well, we'll see why they've come to us. Despite their strength, they can't breach the peace agreement without a legitimate reason," Natwar stated, his voice resonating with the weight of diplomatic understanding. After remembering the Peace Accord, he was now relieved.

He swiftly summoned his ministers, and made preparations to welcome the Elf King to show he was not at fault, so the Elf King can't attack him.

The bustling sound of preparations echoing through the grand halls, to meticulously prepare for the grand reception of the enigmatic Sylvarion Kingdom. Not yet fully aware of the reasons behind their visit, he hoped that a warm welcome would help defuse the potential tensions lingering in the air.

As the World Ship, its ethereal aura casting a captivating glow, majestically approaches Somtar Kingdom, Elarion and Celestia get out from the World Shop, descend in front of the King Natwar.

Elarion noticed King Natwar was standing with his ministers, and by his gestures, it shows he was welcoming him.

"Elven King and Queen, why have you graced our kingdom with your presence? If you had given just a single word, we would have been at your service," Natwar said, his tone carrying a blend of respect and readiness to cooperate.

Elarion comes in front of Natwar, although he was angry about the kidnapping of his son, but he still wants to solve everything calmly, "King Natwar, even we didn't wish to burden your kingdom. But, our son was kidnapped by a group of slave traders. We require their information," Elarion explained.

"What! Someone dared to kidnap your son? Who has the audacity? Please give me some time; I will locate them," Natwar exclaimed, genuine concern etching his features. As a father himself, he empathized with the anguish of a kidnapped child, acknowledging that the Elves held their kin in the highest regard.

"You need not waste any time; we already know their attire," Elarion replied, then using his magic, he displayed the emblem of the Bajra Dal mace, a symbol of authority and power.

"Siddhu, find out who they are and where they can be found," Natwar instructed Siddhu, but Siddhu called Natwar to a different room.

Natwar didn't understand why Siddhu was calling him in a different room, but still since Siddhu was an intelligent minister, King followed him.

"What's wrong, Siddhu? Do you need more assistance?" King Natwar inquired.

"No, Your Majesty, but you are aware that the symbol is of the Bajra Dal, a clandestine group that often supplies Elven slaves," Siddhu informed King Natwar, he knew the symbol was the details of the Bajra Dal.

"So what? Even if they are a sizable group, it's the Elves' concern. My only task is to provide their location," Natwar responded, he didn't find any problem with this.

"No, Your Majesty, the Bajra Dal is not a large organization, but their manager is a member of the influential Vishwa Parishad Kingdom," Siddhu elaborated, his words carrying a gravity that emphasized the intricate political web entangling the situation.

Natwar was taken aback by this revelation, His legs began to waver, "What the fuck happening here?" He shouted, as he didn't know how to solve this situation.

Because he knew about the Vishwa Parishad Kingdom's might, the echoes of its power reverberated through diplomatic circles, along with its reputation for engaging in notorious activities. And they were also known for take revenge even if someone in the little Kingdom even stopped their members from doing any activities.

He realized that he couldn't simply hand over the Bajra Dal's information. "Well, we can't hand them over, then we still need some excuse," Natwar said, Siddhu nodded. After thinking about some excuses they returned towards the Elf King.

"Elf King, just now my Prime Minister Siddhu explained that in my Kingdom, there is no group with these symbols. I am feeling really sorry for your pain, but we can't help any more than this," Natwar provided an excuse, his words carefully chosen, hoping to deceive the Elves.

However, a glimpse of worry was clearly visible in his eyes. He was thinking that maybe the Elf King knows more about his kingdom, even if he knows.

And his glimpse of worry was caught by Celestia. Celestia, a master of Time Power, quickly used her time powers on the Natwar.

Natwar felt a mix of amazement and guilt as he noticed a screen materializing on the intricately crafted table, displaying the conversation between Siddhu and himself.

It exposed the complexities of his attempted deception, and now Natwar was fully exposed in the presence of the Elven Queen and King.

Elarion's anger intensified, the air around him crackling with an otherworldly energy, when they discovered that Natwar had been concealing the information. "I will give you one last time, take it as a warning. Give me the information, else rivers of blood will flow here," Elarion warned Natwar, his voice carrying a commanding weight that reverberated through the now-frozen atmosphere.

"Elf King, according to the peace treaty, you cannot attack us. You have no proof that your son was kidnapped in our kingdom; perhaps he was kidnapped in another place," Natwar retorted, his posture exuding unwarranted confidence, a veneer of assurance that he knew the Elves couldn't assault them without cause.

"The peace treaty? How laughable! Here, my son is missing, and you are concerned about some flimsy agreement," Elarion raged, his Time Power activated and it froze everyone in where they were standing. "If you had listened to me, I would have just dealt with some slave traders. But since you attempted to hide my son's information, it's time for you to learn who I am," he declared, his words echoing throughout the kingdom.

Elarion harnessed his Time Power, the very essence of time bending to his command, effectively freezing the entire Somtar Kingdom. "Haldir, go and retrieve my son. You have just one hour," he commanded, the frozen landscape serving as a testament to the unstoppable force of the Elf King.

"As you command, my King," Haldir replied, his ethereal presence briefly appearing and then vanishing. Haldir, a trusted agent of Elarion, often operated discreetly using his Shadow power, a mystical ability that allowed him to seamlessly conceal himself within the depths of shadows, becoming virtually invisible to the naked eye.

While the kingdom remained frozen, its inhabitants, trapped in a temporal stasis, were fully conscious but unable to move. It took less than 20 minutes for Haldir to deftly uncover the whereabouts of the elusive Bajra Dal and swiftly locate Azlan.

Azlan, confined to a dimly lit room, sat on the cold ground without the comfort of a bed or chair. He felt an overwhelming sense of fear, but his resilient spirit prompted him to do his best to conceal it. The harsh environment adds to the gravity of his plight.

But then he noticed the Haldir, Azlan's eyes lit up with recognition, and he knew at that moment that his father had come to rescue him. "Haldir uncle, Haldir uncle, I'm here!" he exclaimed in joy he was so much after noticing the Haldir.

Amit, the leader of the Bajra Dal and a member of the influential Vishwa Parishad Kingdom, realized his grave mistake upon seeing the Elven warrior materialize within the confined space.

"Yes, my prince, I came here for you. But wait a few moments. This scum has kidnapped many of our kind, even if they weren't from our Kingdom. Still, they share our race," Haldir reassured Azlan, his words carrying both comfort and determination as he initiated the confrontation with the morally reprehensible Bajra Dal.

Each henchman watched helplessly as their lives slipped away, the gravity of their actions coming to a bitter realization. Amit, the once-confident leader of the Bajra Dal, fell to the ground, he didn't even have time to say anything or any words came out of his mouth, his aura of authority shattered.

After freeing Azlan and the captive Elves, he returned with them to Elarion, the liberated Elves casting grateful glances toward their rescuers as they left the dark confines of captivity behind.

"My King, your command has been executed," Haldir reported, his shadowy form briefly materializing and then seamlessly vanishing, a habit he'd maintained for many years, leaving an air of mystery.

Azlan, now freed from the clutches of the Bajra Dal, ran into his mother Celestia's arms, tears streaming down his face. Celestia, enraged by Azlan's harrowing ordeal, first comforted her son, the maternal embrace offering solace in the face of the recent trauma.

"Elarion, leave none of them alive. These vile individuals dared to harm our son and withhold information," she declared with a steely resolve. With Azlan in her embrace, she flew back to the World Ship, leaving the situation behind for Elarion to handle.

"Destroy Somtar Kingdom," Elarion ordered, his voice resonating with a commanding force, and his Elven warriors dutifully carried out his command, the grandeur of their magical prowess leaving an indelible mark on the once-prosperous kingdom now tainted by the dark deeds of the Bajra Dal.

Natwar, caught off guard, never anticipated that his once-prosperous kingdom would be ruthlessly razed to the ground. Had he known the impending devastation, he would have willingly shared the details about the sinister Bajra Dal. Regret coursed through him as he wished to beg for mercy, but the relentless Time Freeze left him powerless, a silent witness to the impending cataclysm.

The entire Somtar Kingdom, a once-bustling realm, was obliterated while its inhabitants, frozen in the temporal stasis, could only watch helplessly. The destructive force of Time power proved to be incredibly potent, and those who mastered it, like the Elves, were considered exceptionally dangerous.

Elves, with their innate connection to nature, dedicated most of their lives to studying and enhancing their Time Power, making it a coveted and closely guarded secret within their mystical realm.

As the Elven army, wielding the formidable might of Time, gracefully returned to their kingdom, the world became acutely aware of the immense power wielded by someone who could manipulate the very fabric of existence.

The destruction of Somtar Kingdom, while going against the tenets of the Peace Treaty Act, served as a bitter lesson. The consequences were a stark reminder that actions, regardless of the underlying cause, could lead to irreversible outcomes.

On the World Ship, Azlan continued to cry, his tears soaking his mother's ethereal clothes. "Calm down, my dear. Calm down, I know you have hurt, but since we are here, no one can hurt you. You didn't know, after hearing that someone kidnapped you. The whole Sylvarion Kingdom has come for you, so just forget it as the nightmare," Celestia comforted him, the warmth of her embrace providing the comfort to Azlan.

"Yes, dear. Look whoever dared to kidnap you – their existence has already been erased," Elarion added, his words serving as a soothing balm as he did his best to comfort his son amid the aftermath of the harrowing ordeal.

After shedding tears of both relief and pain, Azlan, now feeling the pangs of hunger, realized he hadn't eaten anything since the incident. Celestia understanding his need, freed her breasts, allowing him to drink her milk. After drinking his fill, Azlan finally succumbed to the reassurance of his mother's embrace, drifting into a peaceful sleep.

Upon their return to the kingdom, Celestia carefully laid Azlan down in his bed, the softness of the sheets providing a stark contrast to the recent trauma. Both she and Elarion joined him, hugging him tightly, their parental embrace serving as a protective shield to ensure he wouldn't suffer further trauma in the solitude of the night.

A week had passed since the traumatic incident, a week marked by continuous acts of love showered upon Azlan by his family. Though the scars lingered, Azlan, a resilient child, felt a sense of safety and protection within the cocoon of his parents' care.

Over that week, Azlan was never left alone. His father, mother, and sisters made a concerted effort to ensure he was always in their company, determined to prevent any recurrence of such a traumatic situation. Security measures within the kingdom were increased significantly, a visible response to the recent threat that had disrupted their peaceful existence.

The news of the incident had spread far and wide, and the warning issued by Elarion was taken with utmost seriousness. It wasn't just within their kingdom; all the neighboring realms, including the Dwarven, Goblin, Ork, Giant, Human, and other Elven kingdoms, now held a palpable fear of Elarion.

The message was clear: any harm to their citizens would be met with swift and uncompromising retribution, casting a shadow of caution across the once-confident neighboring realms.

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