Frozen fight

The golden rays of the sun filtered through the jungle canopy, dappling the forest floor in warm hues."Ice? Here? But it's summer," Paragon muttered, its dragon tail twitching.

There was many animals standing and listening to gold horn speach as he bring as many animal as he can

Gold Horn stamped a hoof, his golden antlers gleaming brighter in the sunlight. "If this is true, we cannot stay here. We must move deeper into the jungle, away from this frost."

"But the deeper jungle is unknown territory," a rapteagle said, its voice trembling. "We don't know what lies there."

"We also don't know what this frost will bring," Gold Horn replied, his tone firm. "Would you rather wait here and risk becoming part of the ice?"

The animals murmured in agreement, fear rising among them. Gold Horn reared onto his hind legs. "Gather your young, take only what you need. We leave at once!"

As the animals began to move, a chilling wind swept through the clearing, sending shivers down every spine. Paragon glanced toward the edge of the jungle, where a faint mist began to roll in, glistening with icy crystals.

"The frost is closer than we thought," the fox said, its eyes narrowing.

Gold Horn led the way, his antlers glowing like a beacon. The group moved quickly, their footsteps hurried and tense. The deeper jungle loomed ahead, dark and dense, its towering trees like silent sentinels.

Suddenly, a loud crack echoed through the forest. The animals froze, their ears pricked. Paragon flew up to get a better view. "Something's coming!" it called down.

From the mist emerged a towering figure—a bear-like creature, its fur shimmering with ice. It growled, its breath visible in the cold air. The alpha mutant polar bear had found them.

Gold Horn stood his ground, his antlers glowing brighter. "Go!" he shouted to the others. "Get to safety! I'll hold it off!"

"No, you can't!" Paragon said, flying to his side. "We'll face it together."

The animals ran, moving deeper into the jungle as Gold Horn and Paragon prepared to confront the icy threat. The blizzare roared, frost spreading with every step it took.

The jungle wasn't safe anymore, but neither was running.

Blizzare stepped from the shadows, his massive figure cutting through the frozen mist. The air grew colder as his deep, resonant voice broke the silence, he started singing at front of paragon and gold horn

**"You said you're a king, but you lie in the shade,

Out of shape, unafraid.

The moon cuts its path through the sky,

By night or by day, it doesn't obey,

And neither do I.

You took my friend, I hope you can run,

'Cause I'm gonna be the last thing you see before you go, bye bye,

There you go, bye bye.

Climb every tree, across land and sea,

I'll make you go, bye bye,

I'll make you go, bye bye.

Everything in my clutches, bye bye,

Everything the light touches,

The circle of life is a lie,

A pretty way to say,

There are predators and prey,

That circle of vultures up high,

They keep stealing glance,

They don't like your chance, and neither do I.

I'll not be surprised,

if you run but can't hide,

'Cause I'm gonna be the last thing you see before you go, bye bye,

There you go, bye bye.

Climb every tree, across land and sea,

I'll make you go, bye bye,

I'll make you go, bye bye."**

Gold horn shouted "stop it!, who are you and what do you want from us?" Blizzare replied "I'm here to avenge my friend Gorrevil it's your end gold horn!"

The battle raged on beneath the stormy skies, the ground beneath them trembling with each strike. Gold Horn faced Blizzare, his golden horns glowing as he prepared to launch another powerful attack. The fierce warrior, his muscular form rippling with energy, charged at Blizzare with all the force he could muster.

But Blizzare was far from ordinary. With every attack Gold Horn made, Blizzare effortlessly countered. The beast's icy aura flared, sending shards of ice flying through the air, freezing the ground beneath him. His massive form seemed impervious, and despite his size, his movements were precise and deadly.

Gold Horn could feel the odds turning against him. He knew he was no match for Blizzare alone. And then, as if the earth itself had heard his thoughts, Hipeon appeared from the shadows, charging forward with his neon power crackling around him. With a mighty leap, he joined Gold Horn, ready to fight.

"I won't let you face this alone!" Hipeon declared, launching a neon-infused attack at Blizzare's side. But Blizzare barely flinched, his icy powers surging as a frost-covered barrier rose around him, easily deflecting Hipeon's attack. With a swift motion, Blizzare launched a blast of ice that sent Hipeon crashing to the ground, his neon glow flickering.

Gold Horn roared in defiance, but their situation grew dire. Suddenly, the ground trembled, and from the distance, Zekrin and Giratus arrived. Zekrin's body, a blue zebra equipped with technical guns, released a barrage of bullets as he rushed forward, while Giratus—his body covered in cactus and sharp spikes—charged with a storm of spines and spears in tow.

Together, they attacked with fury, but Blizzare's power only seemed to grow. He raised his arms, and ice formed around the battlefield, creating a frozen storm that sent Zekrin's bullets ricocheting harmlessly off his icy shield. Giratus swung his cactus-covered body, launching spikes at Blizzare, but the ice master retaliated with blasts of freezing winds that froze the spikes mid-air and shattered them.

Blizzare's voice rumbled like thunder. "Is this your best? You're all just ants beneath my feet."

One by one, they fought valiantly, but the power of Blizzare was insurmountable. His icy blasts froze Zekrin's technical guns, rendering them useless, and encased Giratus in ice, his sharp spikes no longer a threat. Even Hipeon, who had regained his footing, was overwhelmed by a sudden surge of icy power, his neon energy struggling against the cold.

As the battle reached its peak, the creatures and warriors were cornered, their strength waning. There was no escape. Blizzare's ice powers were absolute. Gold Horn, battered and bruised, could feel the weight of defeat pressing down on him.

With a final, devastating roar, Blizzare raised his arms, and the sky above them seemed to freeze over. Gold Horn, Hipeon, Zekrin, and Giratus lay defeated, unable to move, unable to fight back. The oppressive cold of Blizzare's power swirled around them, a constant reminder of their helplessness.

"None can escape me," Blizzare snarled. "This is your end."

But just as the words left his mouth, a sudden shift occurred in the air. A dark cloud loomed overhead, blocking out the already dim light. The first drop of water hit the frozen ground with a quiet hiss, and then, as if nature itself had decided to intervene, the rain began to pour down in torrents.

At first, Blizzare didn't notice. His attention was fully on the defeated warriors before him. But as the rain intensified, a change started to occur. His ice powers, once so commanding and destructive, began to falter. The freezing winds slowed, the shards of ice in the air began to melt, and the coldness in the atmosphere started to dissipate.

Blizzare's eyes widened in disbelief. The rain—his natural enemy—was falling in torrents, and with every drop, his power weakened. The ice that had enveloped the ground and his enemies melted away as the rain washed over him, turning his ice to water. The strength in his limbs started to fade, and his once fierce aura now flickered.

"No…" Blizzare growled, taking a step back as the rain fell harder, drenching him in its icy grip. He felt his powers slipping away, his control over the battlefield crumbling. The world around him seemed to grow warmer, the cold retreating from his every step. His icy form began to crack and break, the chill that had once been his weapon now his greatest vulnerability.

Gold Horn, Hipeon, Zekrin, and Giratus, still dazed and barely able to move, looked up in shock as the rain poured down around them. Their strength slowly returned, and they staggered to their feet, confusion mixing with hope.

Blizzare, now frantic and desperate, growled in frustration. The rain was his weakness—his ice was no match for the natural force of water. His form began to melt under the pressure of the storm, and with one final roar of defiance, he turned and fled, his once unstoppable presence retreating into the mist.

"I'll be back," Blizzare hissed, his voice filled with rage as he vanished into the storm.

The rain continued to pour, and the jungle was quiet once more. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Gold Horn, Hipeon, Zekrin, and Giratus found themselves safe, though exhausted. They had narrowly escaped death, thanks to the unexpected intervention of the rain.

"We... we did it," Hipeon panted, his neon glow flickering as he slowly regained his strength.

Gold Horn nodded, still breathless. "For now."

The jungle around them seemed to sigh in relief as the storm continued to rage, washing away the remnants of Blizzare's icy terror. But they knew, deep down, that this wasn't the end. Blizzare would return—stronger, angrier—but for now, they had survive.

The rain had stopped, and the jungle was alive again. Gold Horn, Hipeon, Zekrin, and Giratus were sprawled on the wet ground, their strength slowly returning. Around them stood Jack, Brock, Rick, Wekin, and Kriti, the human adventurers, who had arrived after the battle. Above them, Paragon, the tiny macaw-dragon, tilting his head curiously.

"So… that was intense," Jack said, scratching his head as he looked at the four mythical creatures.

"'Intense' is an understatement," Zekrin grumbled, trying to shake some water off his guns, which had been jammed by the rain. "Do you know how hard it is to fire anything when your tech is soaked?"

Hipeon, glowing faintly with neon energy, yawned. "At least we're alive. I could really go for a neon smoothie right now, though."

"Focus!" Gold Horn growled, glaring at them. "There's no time to rest. The other animals are still frozen because of Blizzare, and we have no idea how to undo it."

Rick crouched near a frozen squirrel, tapping it with a stick. "Maybe we just wait for it to melt?" he suggested.

"Yeah, sure, Rick," Kriti said with a snort. "Because that totally works with magical ice from an ice monster."

Paragon fluttered onto Gold Horn's head, pecking lightly at his golden horns. "Why don't we just use a hairdryer?"

Everyone turned to stare at the tiny creature.

"A… hairdryer?" Giratus repeated, his deep voice rumbling with confusion.

Paragon puffed out his chest. "Yeah! Heat beats ice, right? Humans have these hairdryer things that blow hot air. Problem solved!"

Brock burst out laughing. "Paragon, you're hilarious. Where exactly are we going to plug in a hairdryer? We're in a jungle!"

Paragon blinked innocently. "Oh. Right. No outlets." He hopped off Gold Horn and perched on a frozen bird, staring at it sadly.

"We need a real plan," Gold Horn grumbled. "Something that actually works."

Jack crossed his arms, looking at the group. "Alright, think, people—and creatures. What do we know about this ice? It came from Blizzare, so maybe it needs something connected to him to break it?"

Zekrin's ears perked up. "Like… finding Blizzare and convincing him to unfreeze everyone?"

Giratus snorted. "Sure, let's just ask the guy to do us a favor who literally trys to kill us and almost succeeded few hours ago. Great idea."

"Hey, it was a thought!" Zekrin shot back, glaring.

"I got it!" Hipeon suddenly exclaimed, his neon glow flaring up. "We need a torch! A giant, magical torch to melt the ice!"

Rick scratched his chin. "Where do we find a giant torch?"

"Why not make one?" Hipeon said proudly.

"You're a genius," Brock said sarcastically. "We'll just craft a giant magical torch out of leaves and sticks. Easy."

"Hey, I'm trying here!" Hipeon huffed.

As the group bickered, Paragon hopped back onto Gold Horn's head. "Or we could just wait for another rainstorm. Rain did the trick earlier."

Gold Horn groaned, shaking his head. "We're doomed."

Despite the tension, there was a growing camaraderie among the humans and creatures. They didn't have a solution yet, but suddenly a yellow rabbit with really long tail appears from the tiny cold bushes and said "oh I know a thing from which you can help all the animal who turned into ice, it's simple but very dangerous, theres a temple underwater very far from here, you need to go there defeat a creature who owns a beacon, with the help of the beacon you can turn all the animals who turned into ice to normal again, as they brainstormed (and argued), the ice-encased animals seemed less like an insurmountable problem and more like an adventure waiting to unfold.