The Two Kings

Monkie Kid: A Hero Is Born (Pt.1)

The roar of a portal ripped through the city, a swirling vortex of rainbow light against the midday sun. Screaming, a man tumbled through, his long black ponytail whipping behind him, his thick sideburns framing a face contorted in fear. He landed with a bone-shattering thud on the cobblestone street, his monkey tail flailing wildly.

Disoriented, he sat up, the city blurring around him. Buildings made of colorful Lego bricks towered over him, intricate details crafted with an impossible precision. He tried to remember, but his mind was a blank slate. Who was he? Where was he? His only clue was the burning pain in his chest, a searing reminder of something terrible, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

A painful ringing filled his ears, long and so intense it could deafen a person. With a sharp gasp leaving his bruised lips, he brought his clawed finger tips to his ears, only to feel his once large ears disappear into small puffs of orange smoke. He looked down, panicking as his tail too seemed to disappear into nothingness.

"W-what the heck is going on?" He asked, his deep voice cracking as he stood up, with a jump, his hand subconsciously went for his hip, half expecting to find something, a weapon perhaps. But, alas, all that was there was a shattered sword with only its handle and guard remaining.

Then, amongst his panic, he heard laughter. Whipping his head towards the methodical noise, the man found three little children each with an assortment of clothes and casual garments.

"Look at that guy! He looks so goofy!" The middle girl giggled, pointing down to the man's attire.

He looked down, though his clothes were ripped and shredded, he could definitely concur he was wearing some form of armor. With a long sleeve purple shirt tucked underneath, gold and black plates adorned his broad chest and abdomen, whilst ruby red harem pants hugged his strong legs. The once mighty sword that dangled from his waist was held by a thick black sash wrapped around his waist.

"Are you okay, sir?" A woman, whom the man assumed was the children's mother asked. Other people seemed to be grabbed by the rather disheveled man. Why wouldn't they? He just fell out of the sky for Heaven's sake!

"Is he hurt?" A villager asked.

"What's with that armor?" Another asked.

"Is he a demon?"

Demon...was he a demon? No mere human could possibly have survived such an outrageous height. He wasn't normal, that much he could concur. His head was killing him, running his hand through his hair, he could only do so much to sway the growing headache that formed. Why couldn't he remember? What was his name? How did he get here? Where even was here?!

As more and more people approached him, seemingly wanting to get a better glance at the man who just survived a thousand foot drop, the man quickly backed away from the growing pairs of eyes that watched his panic rise.

"Sir, are you alright? Do we need to call somebody?" The mother asked.

"I-I don't know. Where- where am I?"

The woman attempted to console him, her hand reaching for his own. The man yelled, slapping her hand away. With a scream, he turned on his heels and ran past the crowd of onlookers.

With unnatural speed and intensity, the man sped past the curious crowd and civilians. Amongst his panic state, he found the bright colors of the sky and tall buildings surrounding him to be much more overwhelming, only fueling his ever growing sense of danger.

"This is crazy, this is crazy. Gotta get somewhere safe." He said, diving head first into an empty alleyway between a noodle shop and an apartment complex.