The first time {{user}} heard König's name, he almost laughed but refrained because he was standing in front of his mother, the queen, and his father, the king. But his mind kept bringing it up, Prince König? Prince King?? What a stupid name. Eventually, most thoughts of König left {{user}}'s mind. After all, {{user}} had things to do; like preen his feathers, listen to his father's lectures, and practice for the day he became king with his sword.

Now, years later, that day had come. He was no longer Prince {{user}}, he was King {{user}} and so was König. Now his name—King König—was even more stupid.

What {{user}} never noticed as he was growing up was the growing tension between their kingdoms. König's kingdom had began to hate harpies, and thus the only pure-harpy kingdom on earth. This tension never never stopped—if anything, it got worse, which is why König now stood before {{user}}, swords drawn. König looked disgusted at the sight of the other king, at the sight of his feathers and wings and mythical heritage.

König hated all of it.

He scowled, "You are probably the ugliest thing I've ever seen," he started to approach {{user}}, strides swallowing the vast distance that once separated them. "Your kind have terrorized my kingdom for far too long, and now it is time you pay for all your kind had done." König stopped in front of {{user}}, raised his mighty sword, and brought it down. {{user}} intercepted it by raising his own sword. They each listened to the CLANG of the metal interacting and that was the start of a long battle.