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Blue Blood, Red Blade: Kitana by Jade Gretz

Moonlight painted the Koliseum grounds in an ethereal silver, casting long, distorted shadows that danced with an unsettling rhythm. Kitana, Princess of Edenia, stood atop the central platform, her heart heavy with a foreboding chill that transcended the night's cool air. Whispers of an unnatural curse, spreading like wildfire through Outworld, had reached her ears. Warriors, once loyal, now turned into mindless, shambling husks, their eyes glowing with an eerie blue light.

The first reports spoke of a lone Tarkatan, found ravaging a remote village. Then came news of a squad of Shokan warriors, their powerful forms animated by an unseen puppeteer. But the latest message, delivered by a trembling messenger, confirmed her worst fears. The curse had reached the sacred grounds of the Koliseum, infecting a group of fallen warriors during a training exercise.

Kitana's grip tightened on her fans, their crimson silk whispering secrets of past battles. This was no ordinary threat. This was a darkness that gnawed at the very fabric of life, twisting warriors into hollow shells, their souls trapped in an endless dance of agony.

Descending the platform, she led a small contingent of her most trusted warriors - Jade, stoic and unwavering, and Reiko, his loyalty tempered by a healthy dose of skepticism. Together, they ventured into the Koliseum's bowels, the air growing progressively colder, the silence broken only by the echoing drip of water and their own cautious footsteps.

The training grounds, once bustling with life, were now a scene of macabre stillness. Mannequins lay scattered, their straw stuffing ripped open, exposing dark cavities where hearts should have been. The air hung heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the cloying stench of decay.

Suddenly, a guttural growl shattered the silence. From the shadows emerged a Shokan warrior, its once proud form now a grotesque parody of its former self. Its eyes, once filled with the fire of competition, now glowed with an unnatural blue light, its movements jerky and devoid of reason.

The ensuing battle was a blur of steel and bone. Kitana, her movements fueled by a desperate need to contain the outbreak, danced around the lumbering Shokan, her fans deflecting its blows with deadly precision. Jade's staff cracked against the creature's skull, momentarily stunning it, while Reiko's blades found their mark, leaving crimson gashes on its decaying flesh.

But despite their efforts, the Shokan, fueled by an unnatural resilience, pressed on. Just as it seemed they might be overwhelmed, a new sound pierced the air – the rhythmic chanting of monks. From the shadows emerged a group of Shaolin monks, their serene faces etched with concern, their movements infused with a quiet power.

Leading them was Bo' Rai Cho, his belly jiggling as he brandished his staff with surprising agility. "Kitana," he boomed, his voice filled with an earthy wisdom, "this curse feeds on negative emotions. Fear, anger, despair – they are its fuel."

Kitana, panting from the exertion, understood. Her own fear, mirrored in the Shokan's vacant eyes, was fueling the very curse she sought to combat. Taking a deep breath, she focused, channeling her grief and anger into a steely resolve. She wouldn't let fear dictate her actions.

With renewed purpose, the combined forces of Kitana's warriors and the Shaolin monks launched a final assault. Jade's staff, imbued with Bo' Rai Cho's mystical energy, shattered the Shokan's skull, its blue light flickering and dying. Its body crumpled to the ground, finally still.

But the victory was bittersweet. The Koliseum remained shrouded in the shadow of the curse, and the source remained unknown. As dawn painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, casting a somber light on the fallen Shokan, Bo' Rai Cho spoke, his voice grave.

"This curse is not just a threat to Outworld, Kitana. It is a symptom of a deeper darkness, a wound upon the fabric of reality itself. You must seek the counsel of the Elder Gods, Princess. Their wisdom may hold the key to healing this wound and stopping the spread of this insidious evil."

Kitana, her heart heavy with the knowledge of the burden she carried, nodded in agreement. The fight was far from over. The curse had awakened a darkness within her, a fear she had to confront. But she wouldn't succumb to it. She would channel it, transform it into a weapon against the true enemy.

With heavy hearts, they left the Koliseum, the rising sun painting the fallen warrior in a macabre light, a grim reminder of the battle yet to come. Kitana knew this was just the beginning, a journey that would test her spirit to its breaking point. But she wouldn't falter. She was Princess of Edenia, heir to a legacy of courage and resilience.

Their quest led them across Outworld, a land scarred by the curse. They encountered twisted souls in forgotten villages, their faces contorted in a parody of life. Kitana, drawing upon Bo' Rai Cho's teachings, learned to channel her emotions, not to suppress them, but to wield them like a weapon. Her fear became a shield, her anger a burning torch illuminating hidden truths.

One chilling encounter led them to Shang Tsung's abandoned fortress, a place reeking of ancient magic and dark secrets. Within its dank halls, they discovered a hidden chamber, its walls adorned with cryptic murals depicting a forgotten ritual, a ritual that promised immortality but demanded a cruel price – the sacrifice of souls.

A cold understanding dawned upon Kitana. The curse wasn't a random plague, but a calculated act of malice. Someone, fueled by an insatiable hunger for power, had unleashed this darkness upon Outworld.

Their investigation led them to the heart of Outworld – the Dead Pool, a vast, churning expanse of souls trapped between life and death. Here, amidst the wailing spirits, they found Quan Chi, his sorcerer's robes swirling with dark energy, his eyes gleaming with malicious amusement.

He revealed himself as the architect of the curse, boasting of his pact with a forgotten entity, a being of pure entropy that fed on suffering and despair. He offered Kitana a choice – join him, become his champion in this new order, or watch as Outworld succumbed to the encroaching darkness.

Kitana's blood ran cold, but her resolve remained unwavering. She wouldn't let Quan Chi manipulate her fear, wouldn't become another pawn in his twisted game. With a defiant cry, she unleashed a storm of energy, her fans blurring into a crimson whirlwind.

The ensuing battle was a clash of light and darkness, a dance on the precipice of oblivion. Kitana fought with the fury of a cornered tigress, her emotions fueling her attacks, but Quan Chi, fueled by dark magic and the whispers of the entity, proved a formidable opponent.

Just as despair threatened to engulf her, she remembered Bo' Rai Cho's words – to transform negativity into strength. She closed her eyes, focusing on the love for her people, the memory of her fallen mother, the hope for a brighter future.

A surge of energy, fueled by love and hope, coursed through her veins. Her blades, imbued with this newfound light, shattered Quan Chi's defenses. His screams echoed through the Dead Pool, his dark magic dissipating like smoke in the wind.

Exhausted but triumphant, Kitana stood amidst the fading echoes of the battle. The Dead Pool shimmered, the trapped souls finding solace as the curse began to recede. But she knew their victory was temporary. The entity, though weakened, still lurked in the shadows, waiting for its next opportunity.

Kitana's journey had transformed her. She was no longer just a princess, but a symbol of hope, a beacon of light in the encroaching darkness. She knew the fight was far from over, but she was ready to face it, her heart filled not with fear, but with the unwavering courage to defend her people, to protect the realm from the shadows that threatened to consume it.

And as she walked out of the Dead Pool, the rising sun painting the sky in hues of gold, Kitana knew that the true test had just begun. The darkness might return, but so would she, stronger, wiser, forever vigilant, a warrior queen with a burning torch, ready to illuminate the path towards a brighter future for Outworld.

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Blue Blood, Red Blade: Kitana by Jade Gretz

Moonlight painted the Koliseum grounds in an ethereal silver, casting long, distorted shadows that danced with an unsettling rhythm. Kitana, Princess of Edenia, stood atop the central platform, her heart heavy with a foreboding chill that transcended the night's cool air. Whispers of an unnatural curse, spreading like wildfire through Outworld, had reached her ears. Warriors, once loyal, now turned into mindless, shambling husks, their eyes glowing with an eerie blue light.

The first reports spoke of a lone Tarkatan, found ravaging a remote village. Then came news of a squad of Shokan warriors, their powerful forms animated by an unseen puppeteer. But the latest message, delivered by a trembling messenger, confirmed her worst fears. The curse had reached the sacred grounds of the Koliseum, infecting a group of fallen warriors during a training exercise.

Kitana's grip tightened on her fans, their crimson silk whispering secrets of past battles. This was no ordinary threat. This was a darkness that gnawed at the very fabric of life, twisting warriors into hollow shells, their souls trapped in an endless dance of agony.

Descending the platform, she led a small contingent of her most trusted warriors - Jade, stoic and unwavering, and Reiko, his loyalty tempered by a healthy dose of skepticism. Together, they ventured into the Koliseum's bowels, the air growing progressively colder, the silence broken only by the echoing drip of water and their own cautious footsteps.

The training grounds, once bustling with life, were now a scene of macabre stillness. Mannequins lay scattered, their straw stuffing ripped open, exposing dark cavities where hearts should have been. The air hung heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the cloying stench of decay.

Suddenly, a guttural growl shattered the silence. From the shadows emerged a Shokan warrior, its once proud form now a grotesque parody of its former self. Its eyes, once filled with the fire of competition, now glowed with an unnatural blue light, its movements jerky and devoid of reason.

The ensuing battle was a blur of steel and bone. Kitana, her movements fueled by a desperate need to contain the outbreak, danced around the lumbering Shokan, her fans deflecting its blows with deadly precision. Jade's staff cracked against the creature's skull, momentarily stunning it, while Reiko's blades found their mark, leaving crimson gashes on its decaying flesh.

But despite their efforts, the Shokan, fueled by an unnatural resilience, pressed on. Just as it seemed they might be overwhelmed, a new sound pierced the air – the rhythmic chanting of monks. From the shadows emerged a group of Shaolin monks, their serene faces etched with concern, their movements infused with a quiet power.

Leading them was Bo' Rai Cho, his belly jiggling as he brandished his staff with surprising agility. "Kitana," he boomed, his voice filled with an earthy wisdom, "this curse feeds on negative emotions. Fear, anger, despair – they are its fuel."

Kitana, panting from the exertion, understood. Her own fear, mirrored in the Shokan's vacant eyes, was fueling the very curse she sought to combat. Taking a deep breath, she focused, channeling her grief and anger into a steely resolve. She wouldn't let fear dictate her actions.

With renewed purpose, the combined forces of Kitana's warriors and the Shaolin monks launched a final assault. Jade's staff, imbued with Bo' Rai Cho's mystical energy, shattered the Shokan's skull, its blue light flickering and dying. Its body crumpled to the ground, finally still.

But the victory was bittersweet. The Koliseum remained shrouded in the shadow of the curse, and the source remained unknown. As dawn painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, casting a somber light on the fallen Shokan, Bo' Rai Cho spoke, his voice grave.

"This curse is not just a threat to Outworld, Kitana. It is a symptom of a deeper darkness, a wound upon the fabric of reality itself. You must seek the counsel of the Elder Gods, Princess. Their wisdom may hold the key to healing this wound and stopping the spread of this insidious evil."

Kitana, her heart heavy with the knowledge of the burden she carried, nodded in agreement. The fight was far from over. The curse had awakened a darkness within her, a fear she had to confront. But she wouldn't succumb to it. She would channel it, transform it into a weapon against the true enemy.

With heavy hearts, they left the Koliseum, the rising sun painting the fallen warrior in a macabre light, a grim reminder of the battle yet to come. Kitana knew this was just the beginning, a journey that would test her spirit to its breaking point. But she wouldn't falter. She was Princess of Edenia, heir to a legacy of courage and resilience.

Their quest led them across Outworld, a land scarred by the curse. They encountered twisted souls in forgotten villages, their faces contorted in a parody of life. Kitana, drawing upon Bo' Rai Cho's teachings, learned to channel her emotions, not to suppress them, but to wield them like a weapon. Her fear became a shield, her anger a burning torch illuminating hidden truths.

One chilling encounter led them to Shang Tsung's abandoned fortress, a place reeking of ancient magic and dark secrets. Within its dank halls, they discovered a hidden chamber, its walls adorned with cryptic murals depicting a forgotten ritual, a ritual that promised immortality but demanded a cruel price – the sacrifice of souls.

A cold understanding dawned upon Kitana. The curse wasn't a random plague, but a calculated act of malice. Someone, fueled by an insatiable hunger for power, had unleashed this darkness upon Outworld.

Their investigation led them to the heart of Outworld – the Dead Pool, a vast, churning expanse of souls trapped between life and death. Here, amidst the wailing spirits, they found Quan Chi, his sorcerer's robes swirling with dark energy, his eyes gleaming with malicious amusement.

He revealed himself as the architect of the curse, boasting of his pact with a forgotten entity, a being of pure entropy that fed on suffering and despair. He offered Kitana a choice – join him, become his champion in this new order, or watch as Outworld succumbed to the encroaching darkness.

Kitana's blood ran cold, but her resolve remained unwavering. She wouldn't let Quan Chi manipulate her fear, wouldn't become another pawn in his twisted game. With a defiant cry, she unleashed a storm of energy, her fans blurring into a crimson whirlwind.

The ensuing battle was a clash of light and darkness, a dance on the precipice of oblivion. Kitana fought with the fury of a cornered tigress, her emotions fueling her attacks, but Quan Chi, fueled by dark magic and the whispers of the entity, proved a formidable opponent.

Just as despair threatened to engulf her, she remembered Bo' Rai Cho's words – to transform negativity into strength. She closed her eyes, focusing on the love for her people, the memory of her fallen mother, the hope for a brighter future.

A surge of energy, fueled by love and hope, coursed through her veins. Her blades, imbued with this newfound light, shattered Quan Chi's defenses. His screams echoed through the Dead Pool, his dark magic dissipating like smoke in the wind.

Exhausted but triumphant, Kitana stood amidst the fading echoes of the battle. The Dead Pool shimmered, the trapped souls finding solace as the curse began to recede. But she knew their victory was temporary. The entity, though weakened, still lurked in the shadows, waiting for its next opportunity.

Kitana's journey had transformed her. She was no longer just a princess, but a symbol of hope, a beacon of light in the encroaching darkness. She knew the fight was far from over, but she was ready to face it, her heart filled not with fear, but with the unwavering courage to defend her people, to protect the realm from the shadows that threatened to consume it.

And as she walked out of the Dead Pool, the rising sun painting the sky in hues of gold, Kitana knew that the true test had just begun. The darkness might return, but so would she, stronger, wiser, forever vigilant, a warrior queen with a burning torch, ready to illuminate the path towards a brighter future for Outworld.

...for more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue, power girl, poison ivy and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support