Wild Kratts: Here Be Dragons (Wild Kratts X Monster Hunter)

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Parts 44
Time 2h 6m

The spawn of the Black Dread have come.
    
    They wish to plunder this land of its resources. They lust for wealth, yet nothing will satisfy them. They greedily consume more and more to fill their bottomless gullets, yet it will never be enough.
    
    I swore, by the glory of the Sapphire Star, that I would protect this planet at all costs. I destroyed the greatest cities the world has and will ever see to protect this world.
    
    Seconds? Unnoticeable. Hours? Pft. Weeks? Mere heartbeats. Years? Meaningless. Decades? Trifles. Centuries? A speck of dust in the wind. Millenia? Ripples in the shallowest of puddles.
    
    Eons. That is the unit by which I measure time.
    
    When the world was just able to support life, I was there. When the first man opened his eyes, brought to life by the breath of the Sapphire Star, I was already old. When brick was laid on brick, I was ancient.
    
    I have leveled mountains with a flick of my tail. I have brought the most powerful civilization to ever exist to its knees. I have flown to edge of the sky and looked straight into the fiery golden eye of the blazing sun. Even the sun and moon bow to me.
    
    And now you six petty little businessmen think you can strike me down? Can a speck of dust hope to defeat a great inferno? Does a twig boast of being able to put out a firestorm? Would a mouse challenge a lion?
    
    You are but dust in the wind to me. You are less than the faintest shadow. Yet you force yourselves on my notice.
    
    Very well then. Let's see how much you swagger when I give you but the slightest taste of my power.
    
    (Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this book, only the story itself.)All Rights Reserved

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The spawn of the Black Dread have come.

They wish to plunder this land of its resources. They lust for wealth, yet nothing will satisfy them. They greedily consume more and more to fill their bottomless gullets, yet it will never be enough.

I swore, by the glory of the Sapphire Star, that I would protect this planet at all costs. I destroyed the greatest cities the world has and will ever see to protect this world.

Seconds? Unnoticeable. Hours? Pft. Weeks? Mere heartbeats. Years? Meaningless. Decades? Trifles. Centuries? A speck of dust in the wind. Millenia? Ripples in the shallowest of puddles.

Eons. That is the unit by which I measure time.

When the world was just able to support life, I was there. When the first man opened his eyes, brought to life by the breath of the Sapphire Star, I was already old. When brick was laid on brick, I was ancient.

I have leveled mountains with a flick of my tail. I have brought the most powerful civilization to ever exist to its knees. I have flown to edge of the sky and looked straight into the fiery golden eye of the blazing sun. Even the sun and moon bow to me.

And now you six petty little businessmen think you can strike me down? Can a speck of dust hope to defeat a great inferno? Does a twig boast of being able to put out a firestorm? Would a mouse challenge a lion?

You are but dust in the wind to me. You are less than the faintest shadow. Yet you force yourselves on my notice.

Very well then. Let's see how much you swagger when I give you but the slightest taste of my power.

(Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this book, only the story itself.)

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