Great Wyrm Chronicles: Giganton

Chapter 24: Ku

Ku was lurking around Chaos' army, scavenging for scraps of food for consumption. Ku's subspecies, the Archarracs, had been the first race of Monsters created by Chaos. They had no peculiar or powerful abilities or traits, but they made do.

As time went on, however, Chaos saw less and less value in them. The Archarracs had no intimidating attributes, no powerful or helpful abilities, and no chance of growing to that status, so he killed them. Every. Last. One.

Or so he thought.

Not too far out of Chaos' sight was Ku. Ku was the last ever Archarrac, and if found it would be killed on the spot without a minute of mercy. Somehow, someway, Ku had managed to survive all this time with no assistance from Chaos, a feat enviable for most Monsters, let alone the Archarracs.

However, Ku couldn't live much longer off the scraps of Chaos' army and Chaos himself. With the growing power of The Rebellion, the army had resources cut, thus less and less was scrapped and put to the trash pile that sat behind Chaos' castle.

The dwindling pile had been Ku's main source of food for hundreds of years, but with its decreasing mass, it was less reliable. Ku had two options of what to do. Ku could try to join Chaos' army as a lowly minion, and most likely be obliterated in an instant. Or, it could find the Rebellion, joining them and hoping to overthrow Chaos, possibly dying in the process.

Neither were ideal options, but they were the only two that offered Ku a chance of survival, and survival was necessary to continue the legacy of the first species of monsters. Ku contemplated its choices for a moment, choosing between joining the Rebels or rejoining Chaos. It was clear in its mind which was the better and safer option. Joining the Rebellion.

So Ku prepared. It sifted through the pile of scrap and trash for any useful item, beyond anything considered food by even the most desperate of creatures. In the massive pile of junk were the metal corpses of Semacs, various destroyed gems and minerals from Chaos' destructive anger, and various scraps of discarded items from the army of Chaos.

Ku looked the part of a Monster. It had sickly plum skin, and five eyes with pure black irises covered the Archarrac's face. Two pairs of eyes were stacked in the middle of Ku's face, and a singular one looked out from its forehead. Why Chaos had chosen this design as his first Monster? Ku hadn't the faintest idea.

With both of its clawed hands full of as much food as possible, Ku gazed with its five eyes out to the barren wasteland that stood in front of Chaos' palace. It was quite the contrary sight, the grand and beautifully shining palace surrounded by such a hopeless and lifeless wasteland as if the palace were a beacon of beauty amongst the ugly sand and harsh weather.

Ku began to do the thing it did best, it crawled. It crawled south of Chaos' palace, it crawled into the wasteland, it crawled away from its creator and to its new home, and it crawled toward the people who stood against Chaos despite the challenge.

Crawl it did, into the harsh sun and deafening winds of the hopeless desert wasteland. The burning grains left blisters and markings on its plum palms as it crawled on all fours through the unrelenting desert.

It felt like hours in the relentless rays of the blistering sun. The hot air beat down in waves of pure, unadulterated heat. Just as the sweat on Ku's head and the hot grains were becoming unbearable, there. Ku saw something. That something was the Rebels' Bunker, constructed at the start of the Rebellion. Through heat and hardship, the bunker prevailed, keeping the Rebels safe from the pure heat coming from the cruel sun.

Ku suddenly felt hope swell up in its very soul. As Ku felt hope inflate its heart and soul, it looked up with its five eyes to see seven figures in the distance. Those figures were the four Survivor Gods–Marythiya, Quichitell, Po-Tah, and Ataxia–and the three Guardians they had recruited to the Rebellion They were Bael Winnoroth, Cecilia Everfire, and Raak. The seven figures looked at Ku, seemingly ready to kill it just as any other monster.

"Ku ... rebel," Ku said weakly. It had heard Mortal speech uttered by Chaos, Dimour, and the sons of Chaos, and attempted to replicate it, hoping to convey the point that it wanted to join the rebellion. "I ... first ... Monster ... Chaos ...say ... I ... no ...use...." Ku crawled to the entrance of the bunker.

Its words were slurred, trying for the first time to use human speech, but it was doing it well enough to get the Survivor Gods and Guardians to understand. The Survivor Gods led the Monster inside the bunker.

When they opened the bunker door, Ku wasted not a second to claw and crawl its way down the sand-covered steps and into the cool bunker. The plum-skinned monster let out a distorted sigh of comfort when it rested its body against the cold metal flooring of the bunker.

"That thing is a monster... yet it's part of the prophecy. The Guardians are the zeroes and the unexpected," Exoia remarked, his eyes going up and down the Monster that was lying against the metal floor like a tired cat, its five eyes drooping or closed.

"This means we have all the Guardians. We have the power to defeat Chaos. We have the Guardians, we have the Humans and Humanoids, we have the Gods. We may not have three of the Reigning Gods, but this is our best chance of defeating Chaos. Now, who's with me?" Ataxia gave a small speech and questioned everyone in the bunker. The Mortals, the Gods, the Guardians, the Survivor Gods, everyone in the rebellion responded with a fist pump into the air. Now was the time.