The Big Six: War of The Kingdoms Part Two

ROTG, HTTYD, TANGLED, BRAVE, AND FROZEN X-OVER

Timeline: After The Big Six, War of the Kingdoms Part One

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Prologue: Remember the Start

Zika's POV

I stand at the towering window of my castle, surveying the turmoil below. The guards, my guards, are herding my people back to their homes. Their futile resistance against my authority brings a smile to my face, a twisted sense of satisfaction that comes from absolute control.

But as I watch, I can't help but remember the war that sparked a year ago. It was supposed to be a quick victory, a swift assertion of my power. Instead, it's a thorn in my side, a constant reminder of the resistance that's stronger than I anticipated. Doubts seep into my thoughts, casting a shadow on my confidence. "Can I maintain control?" I mutter to myself, the words echoing in the empty room. "And what about my son? Is he ready to rule?"

My worries are interrupted by a knock at the door. A familiar knock. "Hans," I sigh, recognizing the rhythm. He's been trying to catch my attention for a while now. Tonight, I decided to let him in.

"Zika," he greets me, his voice husky.

"Hans," I reply, stepping aside to let him in. I lean in, pressing my lips against his. He's taken by surprise, his eyes wide. But then he relaxes, returning my passion with his own.

I pull back, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. "Surprised?" I ask.

"A bit," he admits, his breath ragged. "But I'm not complaining."

I chuckle, letting my robe slide off my shoulders. My nightgown is revealed, simple yet elegant. His eyes widen slightly, but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he closes the door behind him, sealing us in the room. I can't help but wonder if tonight will be as unpredictable as it started.

…

As Hans sleeps beside me, I lie awake, staring up at the ceiling. I wondered if I would ever be able to find true happiness, or if the weight of my responsibilities would crush me completely. My thoughts then wandered to the time this whole thing began.

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Six years ago

I stood at the entrance of The Courts of Darkness, waiting for my husband, Cyprus, to return from battle. My heart is pounding with anticipation and fear. I watched as the other warriors arrived, their faces tired and bloodied, but none of them were Cyprus. As time passes, my anxiety grows, and I begin to fear the worst.

Finally, I see Ryker approaching. His face is solemn, and my heart sinks. Without a word, he approaches me.

"Zika, I'm sorry," he says softly. "Cyprus...he's gone."

My world shatters at those words. My husband, the love of my life, is dead. The pain is overwhelming, and I feel as though the ground has been pulled out from beneath my feet. Tears stream down my face as I struggle to process the news.

Ryker puts a comforting arm around me, and I lean into him, letting him support my weight as I struggle to keep standing.

Just then, I heard a familiar voice call out.

"It's ok, I've got her."

I looked up to see a face I hadn't seen in years. Grimmel walked over and knelt by me.

"Grimmel, is that you?"

"It's me, little duck."

I smiled past the tears at hearing my childhood nickname, but the sorrows continued.

He takes one look at me and quickly moves to my side, helping me up and leading me toward the doors of the Sinister Three's chambers.

As we walk, my grief turns to anger. I feel a fire burning within me, fueled by the loss of my husband and the injustice of it all.

"Why, Grimmel. Why did this have to happen to me?"

"I don't know Zika," Grimmel said as he sat me down next to the Chamber entrance.

"It's my turn," I say fiercely to Grimmel. "I'll make them pay for what they've done."

Grimmel nods, his expression grim. He understands my pain and my need for revenge. I looked down at the stubs that used to be my hands.

"Time to fix this."

As we enter the Sinister Three's chambers, the air is heavy with tension. We know that danger is lurking around every corner, but we press on, determined to find the Red Potion and seek revenge for Cyprus's death.

I'm so tired of pretending

Where's my happy ending?

I followed all the rules

I drew inside the lines

I never asked for anything that wasn't mine

I waited patiently for my time

But when it finally came

He was gone

As we walked into the Chamber, some of the Three's servants approached us, trying to stop us. Grimmel whistled and two dragons appeared growling at them. Some of them ran away from us. Others just looked at us scared.

And now I feel this overwhelming pain

I mean it's in my veins

I mean it's in my brain

My thoughts are running in a circle like a toy train

I'm kinda of like a perfect picture with a broken frame

I know exactly who to blame

I never thought of myself as mean

I always thought that I'd be the queen

And there's no in-between

'Cause if I can't have that

Then I would be the leader of the dark

And the bad

Now there's a devil on my shoulder

Where the angels used to be

And he's calling me the queen

I began searching for what I was looking for. Grimmel stood watch as I did.

Being nice was my pastime

But I've been hurt for the last time

And I won't ever let another person take advantage of me

The anger burns my skin, third-degree

Now my blood's boiling hotter than a fiery sea

There's nobody getting close to me

They're gonna bow to the Evil Queen

Your nightmare's my dream

Just wait until they fall to my wicked schemes

I never thought of myself as mean

I always thought that I'd be the queen

And there's no in-between

'Cause if I can't have that

Then I would be the leader of the dark

And the bad

Now there's a devil on my shoulder

Where the angels used to be

And he's calling me the queen of mean

The queen of mean

The queen of mean

I pulled aside a curtain and there it was. The potion bottle stayed on a pedestal. The black and red liquid swirled inside the bottle.

Something's pulling me

It's so magnetic

My body is moving

Unsure where I'm headed

All of my senses have left me defenseless

This darkness around me

Is promising vengeance

I pointed at the bottle. The servants hesitated. But a quick hiss got them to move. They brought forth a bowl and poured a small amount of potion in.

The price that I'm willing to pay is expensive

There's nothing to lose

When you're lonely and friendless

So my only interest is showing those Kingdoms

That I am the queen

And my reign will be endless

I put my hands into the potion. The pain was immediate, as two claw-like hands came out of the stubs. I felt the power build as I took my new hands out of the bowl

I want what I deserve

I want to rule the world

Sit back and watch them learn

It's finally my turn

If they want a villain for a queen

I'm gonna be one like they've never seen

I'll show them what it means

Now that I am that

I will be the ruler of the dark and the bad

'Cause the devil's on my shoulder

Where the angels used to be

And he's calling me the queen of mean

The queen of mean

I want what I deserve.

I flexed my new fingers, testing their strength and power. It felt so good to be able to have hands again.

But just then, guards appear, blocking our path. They threaten us with their weapons, but I feel no fear. I am fueled by anger and determination.

"So, here's the thing," I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "I've done this. The whole 'threatening people' bit, the intimidation. I've been there. And I just don't care anymore.

I slam my hand onto the nearby wall, digging my new claws into it and scratching it as I moved closer.

"Some people have a bad day. I've had a bad life. If I want something, it's taken from me. If I win a fight, I lose the war."

I approached the nearest guard and showed him my claws. His eyes were full of fear.

"Threats only work on someone who has something to lose. But me? I've already lost it all. And you can't be any good at this, because you just let yourself get distracted."

Just then a Deathgripper dragon came up from behind the group of guards and hissed at them.

"So... what'll it be?"

The guards hesitate for a moment, clearly taken aback by my boldness. But then, one by one, they lay their weapons down and surrendered.

I summoned the red power in my new hand and smiled triumphantly.

"What have you done?" one of the guards asked.

"I'm taking what should be mine," I said. "You all serve me now. I am the new master of the Courts."

With a snap of my finger, they all bowed to me.

"Now bring me the book of the Three. I have some changing to do."

A servant ran off. Grimmel walked over to me.

"You changed. It suits you."

I nodded. "I have, to protect my child."

"Wait. Your child?"

I rubbed my belly. "I was going to tell Cyprus after he came back. But now that he's gone, I have to make sure my child completes his destiny."

"Which is?"

"To rule the Kingdoms as King."

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Present Day
Zika's POV

I rise, the cold air of the room kissing my skin, only a bedsheet draped over my form. I move to the window, my gaze drawn to the chaotic scene below as if it's a masterpiece of turmoil painted just for me. I'm lost in the whirlpool of my thoughts, the world outside merely a reflection of the war raging within me.

Behind me, the rustle of sheets breaks the silence. Hans approaches, his presence a comforting warmth. He embraces me from behind, his arms cocooning around my waist. His words, a mere whisper, dance in the space between us, "You know, we could rule this kingdom together."

Pulling away, I turn to face him, my countenance solemn. "Hans, you need to leave," I assert, my voice echoing the firm resolve of my heart.

His face reflects surprise, a question forming in his eyes. "Why?" he inquires.

"Because my heart will always belong to Cyprus," I confess, my voice steady, my resolve unbreakable. "He may be dead, but he will always be a part of me. And I need to win this war against the Big Six so my son Ivor can be king."

Understanding fills his eyes as he takes my hand, those blue depths holding nothing but sincerity. "I understand," he murmurs, his voice soft as a summer breeze. "And I will do everything I can to make sure Ivor is crowned king."

Gratitude washes over me, warmth blossoming in my chest. I lean in, pressing my lips to his in a kiss filled with a thousand unspoken words. "Thank you, Hans," I whisper, my voice thick with emotion.

We share a moment, a fleeting eternity before he pulls away. "I should go," he concedes, reluctance tinging his words.

I nod, watching him dress and move towards the door. "Goodbye, Hans," I murmur, my voice a soft echo in the now-empty room.

"Goodbye, my queen," he replies, his voice a soothing balm before he disappears, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

As I return to the window, the chaos below seems a little less daunting. For the first time in what feels like forever, a flicker of hope ignites within me. With Hans by my side, I know we can conquer this war and secure Ivor's future. The future of my kingdom.

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