One of a few stories using one of my PCs. The main reason I bring it up again is because I wanted to eventually reveal that Kidd's Elfin kind were the same Elves that served Santa ... and that just as the Redcaps "fed" upon misery ... Kidd's people fed on joy and goodness.
My COX Fanfiction:
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Hello. My name isWell, were not going to go there.
Call me Kidd Koldd. Or Kidd, for short. I wear a cape and a costume, and they call me a hero.
They also call me human. Im not, though. Not fully. What I really am you probably wouldnt believe me if I told you. At least not yet. Well see if that changes by the time Im finished.
It starts out with me standing in Croatoa, trying to find out where that devious Redcap called Snaptooth is holding the Baby New Year. If the ugly little brat isnt rescued then Time itself is going to come to a halt. In case you dont know it, thatd be a bad thing.
Most of my cousins wouldnt realize that, though. They dont feel the passing of Time the way that I domy half-mortal heritage, you see. Immortality can make one underestimate the importance of Time and Change.
Maybe I should have gotten some help before I agreed to help out Old Father Time, but I really didnt want company. Given who Im going to be facing, Id really rather not have witnesses.
Paragon City thinks Im human, and Id just as soon keep it that way.
So Im standing here all alone in the middle of a frozen semi-mystical land, listening to the howls of the Tuatha and the whispering of the wind. The cold and snow remind me of Home its been so very long
Stop it.
I can never go Home again. I knew that when I left. Missing it wont change anything. Thats not my life anymore. My family, my friendstheyve all forgotten me
No, not all my friends.
The wind. The wind still speaks to me. It bears me up through the sky when I need to travel. It chills and slows my enemies when I raise my arms.
And it whispers to me.
This way! This way!
The wind knows the way. I just have to follow it.
Scratch that.
I have to follow the wind, and fight my way through all the obstacles in my path.
The first impediment is a pair of Tuatha. The shaggy beast-things paw the ground and toss their antlered heads, the chill frosting their breath (though not like mine, fortunately).
Fleetingly, they remind me of the Big Guys steeds.
I dont want to hurt them. Im not really big on hurting things. The Tuatha didnt choose to be what they were. They were twisted into their shape and enslaved by the Redcaps.
If I were fully human I might have a chance of convincing them to step aside. They dont like humans, but they dont really hate them, either. They dont serve the Redcaps out of love; the magicks of the twisted little monsters enslaves them. Sometimes sometimes they can be persuaded to stand down.
I know Im not going to get that lucky. As soon as I get close enough, theyre going to smell me. Once they do that, theyll know what I am, and their hatred of the Redcaps will cause them to attack.
Why is that, you ask?
Redcap! One of them snarls as the wind lowers me to the ground.
No, brother, the other corrects. He is not a Redcap but he is their kin!
Distant cousins, I assure you! I yell back at the beast-men. I am not their friend. I am here to hinder them if I may. Stand aside that I may bring their plans to ruin! You treasure them not; stand aside that they may be dismayed!
Yeah. I can talk like that when I need to. Whats it to you?
Death to the Redcap and all their blood! The first Tuatha bellows and rips a tree stump out of the ground and hurls it at me.
Well, Id tried.
I may have immortal blood flowing through my veins, but Im not invincible. I dive into the snow, roll to my feet, and freeze the charging beast-man. His companion lumbers towards me, ducking my attempt to ice him down. Die!
I would prefer not to, thank you! I raise my arms and a burst of arctic air smashes into the Tuatha like a sledgehammer. He slows down, but he keeps on coming.
I throw my arms up and an ice storm pelts both of them. The frozen one shatters his ice prison and the two of them try desperately to get out of the zone of destruction.
I take careful aim and buildup my power and breathe purest frost at them.
The Tuatha groan and slip into the snow.
So much for reasoned discussion, I sigh.
Like I said, I dont like hurting things. Doesnt mean I wont do it if I have to.
This way! Baby New Year is this way!
Show me.
With a frigid wind at my back, I fly towards destiny.
Destiny, in this case, being a honking big walking snowmonster that calls itself the Winter Lord.
Scion of the Toymaker, come to me! The Winter Lord bellows in a voice thats like cracking ice. Come and die!
Why cant they ever be nice instead of naughty?
My COX Fanfiction:
Blue's Assembled Story Links