username: Strudel
name: Griselda
gender: female
story:
There was a time when destruction and chaos were all the world knew. A time when spirits roamed the Earth freely and the highest peaks of the great mountains in the distance glowed like burning embers. The earth was scorched and barren, and the denizens of this plane cowered in fear of the beasts that controlled the lands. There was one beast-- a king of beast and men-- that ruled over all. His tusks were sharp as a razor's edge, and his claws were steel daggers perfect for rending through fur and flesh alike. His growl cowed the fiercest of beasts, and his roar resounded through the lands-- driving fear into the heart of men.
No one dared to defy this wild king, and so he and his army did as they pleased. They destroyed villages, taking what they liked from his people. They cut down tribes of beasts in the wilds, taking only their strongest warriors into their ranks.
Not a thing could be done for it, he was the king of beasts, after all. He was pain, fire, blood, and brimstone all rolled into one. The people whispered, but never uttered his true name, for his name was a curse upon the land.
Then came a turn of the age, a thousand years after the wild king's army first took hold of the lands. The fire atop the mountains remained, sometimes spilling over, but the rains came. With the rains, the earth soaked up the water, and soon plants began to peek through the soil. The humans and kalons alike began to thrive, whereas the beasts of the land began to disappear.
Surely, it couldn't be the rains that had been their demise, it had been something else. Someone else. There were whispers of a champion who dealt with the beasts with a wild ferocity rivaling that of the dark king himself. He was said to be as slippery as a devil, as fast as a dragon-- and just as fierce as any warrior in the king's domain.
This champion ripped apart the army between himself and the king. When he stood proudly in front of the king's throne-- human slaves as witness-- he finally lowered his cloak to reveal that he was a she-- a female warrior with steely eyes that seemed to cut through the king.
No one had ever seen the king flinch, not in a thousand years, but in that moment the slaves swore they could see fear in his eyes. His armies had been cut to ribbons, his tribes of beasts had all been slain, and here stood one female kalon. The one that had done all this, destroyed his kingdom.
Some say the fight lasted but a minute, that as the king lifted his large halberd she struck him down in one single attack. Others say the fight lasted ten days and night. The only truth we do know is that the king was slain and the warrior was never seen again.
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