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.