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Chapter 3 - Chapter 3 — When Heroes Collide

 

Scene 1: North Village — Hero Meets Hero 🏔️

The fat Hero of the West, Valmira, finally reached the North Village 🚶‍♀️❄️.

Her carriage was gone.

Her guards were half-conscious 🤕.

Her dignity leaked like a broken bucket 🪣💧.

Villagers rushed toward her in panic 😰.

"Hero of the West! What happened?!"

Valmira raised both hands dramatically to the sky 🎭.

"A DEMON attacked me!" 😡🔥

The crowd gasped 😱.

Murmurs spread like frostbite.

Then the North's chosen hero stepped forward.

The skinny fifteen-year-old boy 🧒❄️.

The one who had received the god's blood 🩸✨.

He bowed shyly.

"H-hero of the West… w-welcome…"

Valmira squinted at him 👀.

Then laughed.

"You?" she scoffed 😏.

"You're the Hero of the North? You look like you'd faint lifting a spoon!"

The boy's shoulders drooped 😔.

"I-I'm still learning…"

Valmira grabbed his cheeks and squished them like dough 🤏😈.

"Your god must be short-sighted."

The villagers winced 😬.

The North Hero whispered, trembling,

"W-what brings you here…?"

Valmira straightened her tiara 👑.

"To meet you. To propose an alliance."

Then she screamed,

"But everything is ruined because some giant lunatic kidnapped my sister!" 😡🔥

The priest stepped forward nervously 😰.

"Giant…?"

Valmira turned feral.

"THE ASSHOLE ONE!"

"THE HUGE ONE WITH AN AXE AND A SHIELD!"

"HE TOOK MY SISTER, EMBER!" 🤬🪓🛡️

The priest staggered back as if struck by lightning ⚡.

"…King?" he whispered.

The village fell silent 😶❄️.

Everyone knew that name.

Valmira stomped her foot 💥.

"Send your hero! Send your warriors! I demand action!"

The North Hero swallowed hard 😥.

This was his first crisis.

And instead of a monster…

or a demon…

It was King.

The boy who burned the village 🔥.

The one they feared.

The one who walked away wrapped in flames.

Scene 2: Winter Forest — The Kidnapper and His Captive 🌲❄️

Deep in the frozen forest 🌲❄️, King sat calmly.

And Ember was tied to a tree.

Again.

"You barbaric snow-ogre!" she screamed 😡.

"Untie me! My sister will kill you!"

King sat on a fallen log, sharpening his axe 🪓, calm as a man peeling fruit 🍎.

"Your sister can't even kill a mosquito without farting," he said flatly.

"Calm down."

Ember shook the ropes wildly 🪢.

"I WILL ESCAPE. I WILL BITE YOU."

King didn't even look up.

"Try it," he said.

"I'll bury you."

Ember froze 🧊.

"…."

King smirked 😏.

"Good. Then stop moving."

She pouted, eyes red, cheeks puffed 😤.

"Why did you kidnap me anyway?"

"Kidnap my sister if you want trouble!"

King paused.

The axe glinted ❄️✨.

The forest held its breath 🌲😶.

"Your sister annoys me," he said simply.

"You annoy me less."

"And she's heavy. You're easy to carry."

Ember's jaw dropped 😱.

"That's it?!"

"And you attacked first."

"You destroyed our carriage!"

"It was ugly."

She screamed again 😡, kicking the tree.

"You're INSANE!"

King stood up.

He towered over her like a walking winter storm 🌪️❄️.

"And you scream too much."

He placed one massive hand on the tree beside her head ✋🌳.

Not touching her.

Just reminding her how small she was.

"Try to escape again," King said quietly,

"and I'll dig a deeper hole and bury you."

Ember gulped 😨.

"…F-fine. I'll stay tied."

King nodded, satisfied 😌, and sat back down.

In the distance, wolves howled 🐺🌙.

Snow drifted.

Ice cracked.

Two worlds moved apart:

A village preparing for chaos 🔥.

And a forest holding its breath.

Scene 3: Ice Bears ❄️🐻

The forest wind shifted 🌬️.

Branches rattled 🌲.

King paused mid-sharpening.

His eyes narrowed 👀.

Ember felt it too.

Something cold.

Sharp.

Watching.

"W-what is that…?" she whispered 😰.

King didn't answer.

He grabbed her ropes in one motion.

"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DO—"

He tossed her upward.

Not far.

Just high enough that she landed on a thick, snow-covered branch five meters above the ground 🌳❄️.

The ropes snagged perfectly.

"WHY DID YOU THROW ME?!" 😡

"Stay there," King said.

Then—

ROOOOAAARR 🐻❄️💥

The forest exploded with sound.

Two colossal ice bears emerged.

Fur like frosted steel ❄️.

Eyes glowing pale and hungry 👁️✨.

Ember froze.

Not from the cold.

From terror 😱.

"Th-those things kill hunters—"

King raised his shield 🛡️.

And his axe 🪓.

The first bear charged.

King met it head-on 💥.

Shield slammed into its jaw.

The impact shook the forest 🌲💥.

The beast lifted off its paws for a heartbeat before crashing down.

The second bear lunged.

King twisted, axe slicing across its leg 🪓❄️🩸.

Frosty blood sprayed.

From above, Ember clung to the branch, knuckles white 😰.

She had never seen fighting like this.

Not in the West.

Not anywhere.

King didn't fight like a man.

He fought like a storm given flesh 🌪️.

The first bear slammed him into a tree 💥🌳.

"King!" Ember cried.

Too late.

He was already moving.

He ducked, chopped into its ribs, twisted, and ripped icy flesh free 🩸❄️.

The second bear leapt.

King dropped his shield.

Grabbed it mid-air by the throat ✋🐻.

Slammed it into the ground.

The earth cracked 💥.

"Is he… human?" Ember whispered.

One final swing.

One roar.

One explosion of frost and blood ❄️🩸.

The first bear fell.

The second tried to crawl away.

King approached slowly.

Placed his hand on its head.

"Rest," he murmured.

SNAP.

Silence.

Ember stared down, shaking 😨.

"…You're terrifying…"

King wiped his axe clean on the snow ❄️.

"Good. Stay afraid. Saves time."

He looked up at her.

"Now get down."

"I CAN'T!" 😱

"Then I'll cut the tree."

"NO NO NO WAIT—!" 😨🌳🪓

And the forest listened.

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