Httyd: The Untamed (Remastered)

Abragah ll

Three hours later, I sat on the throne, overlooking the generals. Moon's previous tantrum had made me show weakness; my image had crumbled.

"What you've seen will not leave this room," I commanded gravely.

They all nodded, kneeling. I then left the hall, sighing. I remembered trying for hours to calm Moon after her outburst. She only stopped crying when I promised her anything within my power. She agreed but hadn't smiled since. Now, she followed with a forced frown. Though I knew she wasn't mad, I still felt guilty.

Elsa was beside her, trying to comfort her. I stayed silent. As we walked, I realized it was late. I heard a growl; Moon was hungry. I walked towards the kitchen, they followed. I started cooking. My own cooking tasted better than system food, and her favorites were junk food, which wasn't healthy. I brought out dozens of ingredients from my inventory, a mix of meat and vegetables, and began preparing a meal.

Thirty minutes later, I finished cooking. I set the plates on the table and sat down. My gaze shifted to Moon. She was on Elsa's lap, her tiny hands folded resolutely, her face turned away from me in a determined pout. I sweatdropped as I noticed her subtle drool. She could clearly smell the food and wanted to eat, but she was committed to her act.

"Sigh, Moon, eat now. It's getting late," I commanded, a hint of resignation in my voice.

She turned her head slowly, then lifted a hand and pointed at a particularly appealing dish. I realized what she wanted. I took a spoon and scooped up some of the food, placing it carefully on her plate. The whole time, she maintained her stubborn frown. After I finished, she still didn't move. She then pointed to her mouth. I sighed again, picked up a spoon, scooped food from her plate, and fed her.

She took a bite, and the frown on her face instantly vanished, replaced by a look of pure contentment. When she noticed that I had seen, she quickly tried to return the frown, but this time it looked like it took considerable effort. I smiled, a genuine one this time, and kept feeding her. After a bit, she started eating on her own, devouring almost all the food on her plate.

My gaze then looked towards Elsa. Her plate barely had anything on it, and she was using her utensils weirdly, scooping with a fork.

"Why are you eating so little, are you not hungry?" I asked, my brow furrowing slightly. "And why are you scooping with a fork?"

She looked confused by my questions. "This is a normal amount for a person," she answered calmly, "and this is how I was taught to use the utensils. It is royal etiquette."

I frowned. Oh yeah, I forgot. She wasn't a warrior like my generals, and she came from a long line of royalty. They were taught to eat that way. But even if they're from royalty, why use a fork to scoop up the food? The thought was irritatingly illogical. You know what, nevermind. I'll leave that to the others to find out.

I had just excused myself from dinner, the lingering tension with Moon still a fresh annoyance. Now, a few hours later, I sat in my command tent within the army's camp, facing Viggo. I had instructed him to be prepared for my arrival right after the meeting I'd held in the palace throne room just a few hours prior. News had already reached us, grim but expected: the last four desert kingdoms had somehow learned of my conquests and, in a desperate act, had united.

"My Lord," Viggo began, his voice devoid of emotion as he relayed the grim intelligence. "The kingdoms of Kemet, Dune, Mirage, and Sol have joined forces. They've combined their armies and are heading towards our position. Their total strength is estimated at 100,000 soldiers."

I leaned back, my thoughts racing. My own forces here numbered only a few thousand. A mere handful of them had seen true battle; the majority were fresh from the rigorous training program I had implemented. Against a hundred thousand, a direct confrontation was, by conventional warfare, a death sentence.

No, I decided, the thought firm, cutting through any doubt. They will battle.

My strategy solidified. I would unleash a precise Fire Breath attack, ensuring it took out at least eighty percent of the approaching army. "If they can't handle the remaining twenty thousand," I mused aloud, a cold edge to my voice, "then they might as well be useless." My warriors all boasted stats over 20, while the enemy barely commanded half that. This would not merely be a battle; it would be their crucible, proving their worth on the sands of Agrabah.

After the meeting, I took out the lamp, its dull brass gleaming in the tent's dim light. Viggo watched, his eyebrow raised in silent question. Suddenly, the tent flap burst open, and my father, with Moon still clutched firmly in his hand, barged in.

"Erik, I heard you ate without me!" he shouted, his voice boisterous. "You better make it up to me and cook me something good!"

Both Moon and my dad paused, their energy deflating as they saw my focus on the lamp. My dad's eyebrow remained raised, but now tinged with curiosity as he walked closer. Moon, however, looked purely intrigued.

"What is it?" my father asked, peering at the object in my hand.

I continued to look at it, a faint smirk playing on my lips, then answered. "This is a magic lamp. It has a genie trapped within."

They all had confused expressions.

"Daddy, what's a genie?" Moon asked, jumping off my father and running towards me. As she sat on my lap, I let her take the lamp, her small fingers tracing its surface.

"A genie is a magical creature that can grant wishes," I replied.

Their eyes all widened in unison, and they gasped. Moon's eyes glistened as she started shouting, her voice high with excitement. "Genie, genie, I want a wish!" she yelled, shaking the lamp vigorously.

Dead silence. Nothing happened. Moon's face fell, and she pouted. "Daddy, you lied to me," she accused, looking genuinely hurt.

I smirked, taking the lamp back. "It's not that simple, Moon." I then rubbed it a few times. Soon, thick, blue smoke began to excrete from the lamp, swirling and coiling, then forming into a massive, humanoid creature.

As the Genie fully materialized, everyone's eyes widened for what felt like the umpteenth time, except for Moon, whose eyes shone with unadulterated curiosity and wonder.

The Genie, contrary to my expectation based on the fairy tale, did not start jumping around and singing. His voice boomed, deep and resonant. "I am the Genie, I can grant you three wishes but there are three restrictions. You cannot wish for more wishes. You cannot wish for me to intentionally harm someone. And lastly, you cannot wish the dead back to life."

I paused and pondered. My initial thought had been to ask the Genie to teleport 8 evil people directly to me for sacrifice, but it seemed that wouldn't be so easy. Maybe I can ask Moon to rub the lamp and wish for the evil people? But since I intend to kill them, would the Genie still summon them? Would it count as intentionally hurting them?

Might as well try. "Genie, teleport before me 8 evil people," I commanded, testing the waters.

"I cannot, since your intention is to hurt the 8 people," it replied, its voice firm.

"But it is not you who will hurt them," I countered.

"Though that is true," it answered, unblinking. "I am aware of your true intentions, and in turn, that would be me intentionally sending them to their deaths."

I rubbed my chin. The restrictions seemed quite difficult to bypass. I kept thinking, running through scenarios, until my eyes widened. The last restriction, it had a flaw. It said I could not wish to bring the dead back to life. He specifically said that I couldn't wish for someone back to life. But if I were to wish for the ability to bring someone back to life, it would not be a wish to bring someone back, but a wish for an ability. And unlike the second restriction, he didn't include himself in the phrasing. That meant it didn't matter if he intentionally or unintentionally revived someone using my new ability.

I smiled, a slow, triumphant grin, then spoke. "Genie, grant me the ability to revive someone in the best condition."

The Genie was about to open his mouth to respond, but then paused. His massive eyes widened for a few moments, a flicker of surprise and grudging admiration crossing his face, before he threw his head back and laughed, a booming, echoing sound. He then smiled at me, a genuine, wide grin.

"You," he boomed, snapping his fingers with a flourish, "are the first ever, since I had been trapped in here, to bypass my restriction."

I smiled, a deep, satisfied grin, as I felt a new power surge through my body, immediately followed by a flood of intricate information entering my mind. The ability to revive someone in their best condition was now mine.

Now that I got what I want, I don't really need anything, I mused, the thought fleeting. No, that wasn't quite right. I do want something. Something that would streamline my conquests and make every journey far simpler: the ability to travel anywhere I wanted.

"I want the ability to teleport with full control," I stated, my voice firm.

The Genie, his large blue form hovering effortlessly, nodded. "Your wish has been granted," he boomed. "But the places you can teleport to are the places you've already been to."

I nodded, my mind already sifting through possibilities for my final wish. What else could I get? I continued to ponder, then noticed Moon waiting expectantly, her eyes wide and hopeful. I nodded, a decision made, and gave her the lamp. The Genie, seeing the gesture, understood and winked before dissolving back into the lamp.

I nodded to Moon. Understanding what I meant, she rubbed the lamp vigorously. Slowly, the Genie reformed, giving out the same booming speech and reiterating the three restrictions.

"Genie, I want—" Moon began, her voice brimming with excitement, but I quickly covered her mouth with my hand.

She looked at me, confused, her eyes questioning.

"Moon, why don't you tell me what you want to wish for first, then I'll help you word it," I said, my voice gentle.

She looked confused for a moment but nodded. "Well, Daddy, I want all the food I want!" she stated, her eyes shining at the thought.

I nodded. "Alright. Then say this: 'I wish to be able to materialize any food of my choosing in front of me.'"

She nodded eagerly, repeating the words perfectly. "I wish to be able to materialize any food of my choosing in front of me!"

The Genie snapped his fingers with a theatrical flourish. "Your wish has been granted! You have two more wishes remaining."

No sooner had the Genie spoken than Moon, with a triumphant grin, started using her new ability, a stream of various candies, cakes, and sugary delights appearing instantly before her. She began to eat continuously, her small face smeared with chocolate and frosting.

"Moon, control yourself," I stated, a slight sigh escaping me. Food would not affect her constitution, given her special nature, but I didn't want her to be too indulgent right off the bat.

"Do you two want anything?" I asked my father and Viggo, my gaze shifting from Moon's enthusiastic eating.

My father contemplated, stroking his beard, but Viggo stepped forward, a confident glint in his eye. "Yes, My Lord. Two things." I smirked; he was brazen, but that's precisely what I liked about him. He was upfront and had no need for deception.

I handed the lamp to him. He took it, his grip firm, and spoke out his first wish.

"I wish for the ability to understand dragons," he stated.

I rubbed my chin, then paused. "No, change your wish," I commanded.

He raised an eyebrow, a slight question in his expression.

"I mean to word it differently," I clarified. "I want all in my kingdom and territory to be able to understand each other." This was far more useful, fostering true unity among diverse peoples and creatures.

His eyes widened a little, then he smirked, understanding the broader implications. "And for my second wish," he continued, turning back to the lamp, "I want precognition."

I nodded, a silent approval. He took that as a sign and rubbed the lamp. He spoke out both wishes clearly. The Genie, ever obliging, granted them with a snap of his fingers each time. Viggo then returned the lamp to me and excused himself. I knew exactly what he was going to do. I had noticed his recent closeness with one of the Skrills in my army. He must have wanted to test out his new ability immediately.

I then looked at my father. He shook his head, a dismissive wave, and joined Moon in eating, the two of them a small, content unit amidst the tension. As I held the lamp in my hand, I thought of something. What if I had the ability to sense the talent of others? But first, I'd check the shop.

"Diastasi, show me skills that can see the talents of others," I commanded.

A blue screen popped up before me. There were a total of three skills. One only checked talent. The other checked power level. And the last one, the most comprehensive, showed talent, power, and their stats. But it cost a hefty 100,000 points.

While I was contemplating, I let Moon take the lamp, knowing she enjoyed holding it. I then continued my internal dialogue with Diastasi. The wish for such a skill was definitely worth more than the points, but those points were extremely useful for my future investments. As I contemplated, I then paused.

"I wish for you to be free!" Moon shouted.

My head immediately snapped towards her. My eyes widened. M-my wish!

I slowly stood, a cold dread washing over me, and headed to where Moon was. A man now stood in front of her, where the Genie's blue form would have been. I gritted my teeth, my shadow looming over her. She noticed, slowly turning around, and then gulped visibly as she saw my forced smile.

"D-daddy, is there something wrong?" Moon asked nervously, shrinking slightly under my gaze.

I gritted my teeth again, and grabbed the back of her collar with two fingers, lifting her effortlessly. To an outsider, it would have looked terrifying, seeing a man over seven feet tall holding a child like that. But not to me.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, my voice dangerously low.

"W-well," she stammered, tears welling up, "I was talking with the Genie when he told me he was trapped by an evil person, and ever since, he's been stuck. I felt bad and wanted to help." she said weakly, her voice barely a whisper.

I breathed out heavily, a long, exasperated sigh. And slowly, I let her down. The rage that had spiked within me cooled, replaced by a strange mix of resignation and… affection.

I turned back to the system screen and bought the skill. As I did, new screens immediately popped up, showing the stats and talent of those within my eyesight. Only three people were currently in my direct line of sight: the human who was previously a Genie, my father, and Moon. To my surprise, Moon's talent was orange. When I had bought the skill, there had been a lot of information, and from what I gathered, the rarity tiers were white, green, blue, purple, orange, gold, and black. My father, surprisingly, was a blue talent, and to my surprise, the now-human Genie was a purple talent.

I then headed back to my seat on the throne and sat down, the information about Moon's orange talent and Jin's purple talent still settling in my mind.

"Genie, now that you are free, what will you do?" I asked, my gaze falling upon the newly human figure.

He knelt on one knee, a gesture of respect I hadn't expected. "My Lord, you can call me Jin. As for what I will do next, I don't know. I have no home and nowhere to go," he stated, his voice now softer, more human.

I looked at him and contemplated his words. "Are you good at combat?" I asked.

Jin looked up, meeting my eyes. "Yes, My Lord. I am well-versed in almost all martial arts, as well as literature. If possible, however, I would prefer not to fight."

I paused, then a thought struck me. I'm technically a king, and my descendant, Moon, will need to start learning about literature and whatever these royal-born fools consider 'proper.' He'd be good for Moon. As for me, like hell I'm going to do all that.

"Alright then," I commanded, my decision made. "You will become Moon's personal attendant and teacher."

He nodded, a faint smile touching his lips, and walked to stand respectfully behind Moon. Moon looked confused, glancing from Jin to me, but I'd leave it to Jin to explain her new tutor's role.

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