Day One: Morning

[Orion]

The obnoxious rain was still coming down in buckets, much to the changeling's dismay. The lubricated grass made it amply easy for him to fall face first into the dirt at any time. Although the temperature had dropped due to the ceaseless downpour, that hardly worried a fighter that could endure the harshest winters and the burning deserts. Still he had no contact with any other combatants; he started to wonder if he was the only one on the island.

"Still I have found no one to fight," he spoke aloud as he ran, "so now I'm wondering if I'm the only one left on this island."

After a time of travelling, the Icer royal ran into a forest of tall, aged trees. Vines hung from miles above his head. The ground was covered in a dense layer of decaying leaves and earthworms, which he had no qualms over stepping upon. Comparatively drier beneath their shelter, Koola continued on his path, beginning to make up his own fights.

"And the awesome Koola comes out of no where.... Shooom!" He bent down, scooped up some loose leaves and hurled them into the air. "Oh, his monkey opponent can't see him! He's moving too fast for him! Look out!" The changeling's fist plowed through the trunk of a tree as he past by. It pivoted on its edge before slowly heading down. "And the amazing Koola has felled his opponent with one swift punch! The crowd goes wild!"

The changeling prince imitated the sound of an arena full of fans screaming his name, when suddenly his scouter activated. Several beeps and the appearance of an arrow on the screen indicated that there was a power level above him.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Looking up, a purple and black behemoth hurtled down towards him, his masculine scream increasing in loudness. Koola tried to dodge, but...

SLAM!

"Owww!" the vexed Icer moaned, flipping off the heavy object that flattened him. The tree trunk crashed noisily to the ground nearby. "Who the hell-- Dad?!"

King Cold sat beside his son, rubbing his arse. "Dammit! Where the hell did that tree go?!"

Koola got to his feet, helping up his father. "Why were you up in those trees? You haven't lost it yet, have you?"

"Boredom," the emperor responded matter-of-factly, brushing off his cape. "I haven't found anything to kill yet."

"Same," the prince replied with the same energy. "I'm starting to wonder if we're the only--"

"Stop moving your mouth and start moving your feet!" Cold interjected rudely, taking a running start from his son. "We aren't going to find victims if we stand around jabbering all day!"

Koola sighed angrily through clenched teeth. He hated to be told what to do. "Yes, father." He quickly took after him, the two Icers reunited, sprinting through the trees.