Kronk From Emperor's New Groove Novels & Stories

Even for a dragon. “Blaze…?” Persia called out. “Just skip him. I heard his name from Kuroyuki.” I said. The person sitting next to Blaze is the guy with the brown hair and glasses. Every time he nudges his glasses, there’s always a glint. “Name: Kronos Y Chronocock. Human. Ranked Seven. Codename: .” Am I actually imagining symbols from his words…? How scary. “Arsenal…? This means you had a lot of weapons in your hand…?”

I could dream forever and never run out of nightmare material. I look to the clock and see that it is almost 5am. My alarm will go off soon. I really don’t want to get up. Do I have to? That’s a stupid question. I do if I don’t want extra beatings from Krono. I found out Krono wasn’t actually a human years ago. Krono is a warlock and a damn good one too.

Their holograms were being projected at the table where only the Omni King, Kronos Von Spector, was the actual person there. From his right: Cyss Emperor, Alfredo El Chrome; Dwarf King, Gronta Pappy; Tiberian King, Argus Maximus; Elf Queen, Guinevere Whitehorn; Missoni Chief, Phulu; Cobalt Ocean Empire Emperor, Shima Melcros; and San Coro Empress, Cleopatra. “May I hear your opinions?” Kronos asked without starting the meeting with any formalities. There was no such time for that. Kronos was a human with ginger coloured hair and beard. He carefully shaved the beard on his cheeks so that only the area around his chin had hair. His hair was kept short and was covered by his crown. His shoulder

Arao stirred her slop with her spoon and opened her mouth to answer. “-Bloody old fool!” Kronos turned his head to see a well-toned and tall man with olive skin, shaved angular head, and an eye patch over his left eye. His right green eye was glaring at a frail elderly man who was crouched on the floor, trembling. He had a thick red beard tied into a knot. He wore a gray armored robe, gloves, and gray wool boots. By his scent of ash and salt, Kronos could tell he was from Ivaura Hydra Tribe. It looks like someone got on Kabil’s bad side again.

Krona stammered perplexed on how this boy happened to appear from what seemed nowhere. “He scaled the bloody wall!” Gravland chimed in. Another two COG's attacked, both Drykator and Krona blocked with their shields, slashed with their swords and kicked their feet from under them, both COG stumbled, tripped and fell from the ledge. Krona breathed heavily, spitting blood from a cut on his lip “Who are you?” he exclaimed. Drykator not taking his eyes from the army, spoke smoothly and evenly “I am Drykator Epsonstar, son of Durroc Epsonstar”