"Your boy managed to get the last artifact," Strife paused his work as he turned to look at the old turtle who walked into his office and sat in front of him, her head pointing at the wall and her eyes closed from the world around her.
"So he has..." Strife said to himself as he set his pen down on the table.
After news reached him that Storm Island finally collapsed and that all the citizens had been safely evacuated to the now quickly growing Hedgehog region of Kings Landing, Strife held himself back from taking a week off to go and check on everything, something that he, fortunately, didn't need to do.
As soon as the news reached The Storm King, he contacted the Storm Base of the region and passed along a set of orders, that have seemingly managed to secure the people.
But that is unimportant right now, What is, is that Strife still needs to tell The Storm King the truth behind his family, his father and grandfather, the source of the Storm Magic that crumbled the Island into the sea, and so much more.
"You will have to tell him eventually, Saturn," The Turtle smirked at the cloud's reaction.
"He is not yet ready," Strife told the turtle as lightning crackled beneath his eyes as he glared at the ancient General.
"As far as I see, he is more than ready to learn about your Magic," Kasa said as she slowly turned to look in Strife's direction.
"As long as I live, I will not bring upon him such a fate-" Strife started speaking, only for the turtle to interrupt him.
"You will tell him after Farasi is his, or I will tell him myself." Kasa gave him an ultimatum.
Strife seethed as streaks of burning white lightning flowed through his arms before he exhaled deeply and let go of his rage.
"Curse you and your Eyes," He said, watching on as Kasa left his office, her walking stick creaking under the weight she put on it, "And do not call me Saturn," Kasa paused at the heat he spoke with.
"That name died long ago,"
Kasa snorted, her eyelids opening a crack to reveal the golden orbs in their place as she looked down at the Cloud.
"He doesn't look dead to me," And with those words, she tapped her walking stick on the floor, and a small storm of sand enveloped her, blocking anythings view of the elderly Turtle.
And after ten seconds of sand, she was gone, leaving but a pile of sand inside the office of the Storm Cloud.
"Your Majesty! We're so sorry for letting the Unicorn get past us! Come on Castor! Kneel!" Fizzlepop Berrytwist scowled at the loud cries of the bald cat begging on her knees to that strange creature.
"We're sorry," The furred cat said in a tired tone, a large bladed wheel on his back, shaped like a sort of Chakram.
"Do not apologize for failing at your job," The Creature said as it looked at the two cats beneath it, "Merely do better next time," A small smile spread on his face as he stared at them, "This means a Month of Cleaning Duty to the both of you, and increased Training, Jason, jot this all down," Those words caused a hopeful smile on the bald cat to shatter, leaving tears flowing down her face as she slammed her paws onto the floor.
"Of Course Your Majesty!" The White creature saluted before rushing to grab the tools to note everything down.
Fizzlepop scowled as the Taller creature, this Storm King, stopped in front of her, looking down at her from his spot above her.
Looking at her horn.
"And what do we have here? A Unicorn..." The Storm King asked as he squatted in front of her, out of reach of her legs but still close enough for his long arms to grab a hold of her if need be.
"If you're going to kill me just get it over with," Fizzlepop spat at him, causing him to take a half step back and place a hand over his chest, acting offended.
"Kill you? Why would I kill you?" He asked her, "Is it because you injured my soldiers? Or maybe Is it because you tried to steal my treasure? Or perhaps it is because you tackled me into a Grootslang pit?"
Fizzlepop glared at him from her spot, tied to a wooden post on the ground.
"I don't want to kill you, no no no." He shook his head, "You managed to avoid my Argonauts, You managed to barge into my camp mostly unharmed, You managed to climb out of the Pit on your own," He once again squatted in front of her.
"I don't want to kill you," The Storm King told her, A wide smile on his face, "I want you to join me," He offered her a hand.
"What do you say?" He gave the hand a little shake, prompting Fizzlepop to look at it.
She scowled at the hand, "I'll join you," She bit out, "If you promise to find a way to fix my horn," She glared up at him, making sure her broken horn was front and center in his view.
"Fix your horn?" The Storm King asked out loud, silence following the question for a few seconds as the entire camp turned to look at him before...
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! That's all?!" He laughed.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! You could have asked for riches! A High position in the military! Your own mansion! AND YOU ASK FOR A PROSTHETIC?! HAHAHAHA!!!"
Fizzlepop looked at The Storm King in shock as he laughed at her request, taking her life's work and summing it down as if it was nothing important.
And perhaps he was right, A Unicorn asking a King for a Horn is almost as comical as it sounds.
"FINE! HAHA!" The Storm King smiled widely and grabbed her hoof, shaking it up and down before grabbing the crystal sword on his back and unsheathing it, slicing off the ropes and tying her down with a flash of blue light before sheathing the sword back on his back.
"Welcome to The Storm Empire, Medea, I'm expecting great things from you," He said with a thin smile as he stood up from his squat, his body blocking the sun and casting a shadow over Fizzlepop.
Making it seem as if she struck a deal with The Devil Himself.
"In order to prove your loyalty, I'll be giving you a very important first job," He told her, and Fizzlepop slowly stood up.
"Anything," She told him, "If I'll be getting my Horn, I'll do anything,"
Perhaps those words were an incorrect choice, seeing as how The Storm King's smile spread so wide it almost split his face.
"Very good," He whispered as he looked down at her, the atmosphere his body portrayed switching in an instant, from a Nice and Funny King for the Cats to the Devilish Businessman when he promised her a horn, To what he is now.
"But first, What do you know about the Pearl of Transformation?"
Cold and Dark, Less like a person and more like a Blizzard of living snow.
A Snowstorm?
A Storm King? Yes, that name seemed fitting now that she saw it.
He Truly is A King who is A Storm.
and unlike Canon Storm, he'll be a man of his word. It might not be a real horn, but it's a horn if he can work the kinks out. I bet he show her prototypes and let her test a few out would make her more loyal to him even to the end.
I also feel like the Storm King, in that Tempest could have demanded so much more than just the repair of her horn. Such a small request for her service to him. Just a minor plot thing. Shows how little Fizzlepop truly thinks of herself. She was carrying around a whole lot of baggage around...
Do you really want to name her after the witch of betrayal?
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It's the New Storm King we're talking about here, he's not really the best at naming stuff.
A squad that finds treasure? The Argonauts.
Bases for his Storm Kingdom/Empire? Storm Bases.
A Doctor who's also part of his Argonauts? Asclepius.
A Unicorn? Unicorns are wizards or something. What's the closest thing to a Wizard in Greek Myth? A Witch. Is there a Witch on the Argonauts? Medea. Name acquired, No further thinking required.
The Storm King is the type of dude to get a legendary spear that can control the weather, shoot lasers, and telekinetically control matter like a Garry's Mod Phys-gun, and he'd call it something simple like "The Storm Spear," or "The Spear of Thunder,"
The Storm King is a very basic guy.
Oh I came here because of the title
But I keep coming back for the excellent writing
and the references of greek mythology.
Truly this is such a Treat~
And with a prosthetic so much pain and suffering for the Storm King will be avoided.
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Oh! That’s way better. I thought, “hee-sa-wee-ack.”
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He-Saw-We-Ack also works I guess.
Why am I laughing at this? I know you're a genius, but this writing is something else!
It’s so interesting seeing the King become a strange reflection of what would be called “good ruler” in this world
The virtues mandatory to reach such heights of power outweighing the evil ends sort of deal~
And then it turns out that it is impossible to make a new unicorn horn. After all, if there is no such technology in Equestria - the most magical country in the world, then this technology is not available anywhere. No one in the canon has ever returned the horn to the Tempest. So I sincerely don't understand why the main character decided that it would be easy and what will he do when he finds out that the unicorn’s horn cannot be returned?
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And how does the main character find out about her, provided that in the original King Storm and no one else knew about her except the hippogriffs themselves? And why should she heal injuries? As far as I remember, there is no evidence that she can heal such severe crippling injuries (plus I suspect that the horn in which all the magic of the unicorn is contained is more difficult to restore than, say, a leg), moreover, where does the main character have such confidence that she will help?
Live footage of the glorious leader:
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Well, I wonder if he will give her an artificial horn?
Well that's the problem isn't it? A unicorn horn can't be replaced with some cheap prosthetic. Depending on this AU and biological rules, it could be specially-grown bone integrated to their nervous system to living tissue woven in arcane viaduct pathways.
But a promise given is a promise he will now fulfill...