The Story of The Crossover Verse (+ side stories)

CHAPTER 2: The Battle Between King Crossover and Queen Sith

In the farthest reaches of the multiverse, beyond the realms of reality and imagination, there exists a nexus of worlds, a crossroads of infinite possibility. At its center, a kingdom unlike any other. A realm known as The Crossover Verse, ruled by a monarch unlike any other. His name was King Crossover, and his life was one of loneliness and solitude.

The kingdom was vast and breathtaking, with rolling hills and towering mountains, verdant forests and crystal-clear rivers. The architecture was a testament to the king's eclectic tastes, a blend of fantastical styles from countless worlds: medieval castles stood shoulder-to-shoulder with futuristic skyscrapers, ancient pyramids were nestled among modern-day cities, and everything in between.

Despite the kingdom's splendor, King Crossover found himself drawn to a humble, secluded garden at the edge of the world. It was here that he spent most of his days, tending to the flowers and weeding the soil, lost in thought and longing for companionship. The garden was his sanctuary, a place where he could escape the loneliness that threatened to consume him.

As the years passed, the king began to notice strange occurrences in his realm. Characters from countless stories and worlds would suddenly appear, seemingly drawn to the Crossover Verse. Some would approach the king, seeking his wisdom and guidance, while others would prefer to remain anonymous, content to live out their days in peace and solitude.

Despite the growing population of his kingdom, King Crossover still felt a lingering sense of loneliness. He often found himself thinking about Queen Sith, the villainous ruler from another universe who had murdered his parents and left him to fend for himself. The memories of her cruelty and the pain she had inflicted upon him haunted him, casting a shadow over even the brightest days in his kingdom.

One day, as he tended to his garden, the king noticed a figure approaching him. It was a woman, her features familiar yet distorted by the memories of his past. As she drew closer, he realized it was Queen Sith herself. His heart raced with a mixture of fear and anger, but he steeled himself, determined not to show any weakness.

"King Crossover," she purred, her voice like velvet-sheathed steel, "it has been too long."

The king remained silent, his hands still and steady as he tended to a particularly stubborn weed. He dug deep, rooting out the memory of her voice, the feel of her cold, dead eyes upon him. He could almost feel her breath on the back of his neck.

"What do you want from me, Sith?" he finally asked, his voice calm and steady despite the turmoil within. "Why have you come here, to the one place I have found peace?"

Queen Sith smiled, baring her fangs like a predator. "Oh, Crossover," she said, her voice dripping with mockery, "I have not come for peace. I have come for vengeance." She took a step closer, her presence looming over him. "You see, I am the hero of my own tale, and you are the villain of mine. You destroyed my kingdom, you killed my people, and you left me to die."

The king remained silent, his gaze fixed on the ground as he continued to pull weeds. He knew what she was saying was true, but he refused to let her see the guilt that ate away at his heart. He had been a child then, a boy who had only wanted to protect what was his, to keep his parents safe. He had never meant for all of it to happen.

"I cannot undo the past, Sith," he finally said, his voice steady. "I can only live with the consequences." He stood up, straightening his back, meeting her gaze for the first time since she had arrived. "But I will not allow you to hurt anyone else in this kingdom. This place is my home now, and I will protect it with my life."

Queen Sith laughed, a cold and cruel sound that sent shivers down the king's spine. "You think you can stop me, Crossover? You think your pathetic little garden can stand against the wrath of the Sith?" She stepped closer still, her breath warm against his cheek. "I will tear this world apart, and there will be nothing left but ash and ruin."