Alright, laugh it up you bastards that lurk within the eldritch algorithm of YouTube, Netflix and the internet in general, you win. You wore me down enough to break me. Are you happy? You better be, considering what you've just unleashed upon the world.

Creativity: You can't say you didn't see this coming. Not you, readers, you definitely couldn't have seen this coming.

Author: Alright, some context as to how this madness began. I discovered a YouTube channel called Eldena Doubleca5t via a little video series called "what your favorite ship says about you" after finally getting sick of how many times the RWBY episode kept popping up in my recommended feed. After watching that video and finding it HILAROUS (Go check this series out, it's a riot), I decided to watch them all, including one about She Ra.

Creativity: You can probably tell that it's about here that the algorithm smelled blood.

Author: Smell blood it did, and soon I was finding She Ra this and She Ra that all over my recommendations. Then I happened across a video by a content creator I already regularly watched, who had made a She Ra episode, and thought "oh, what's the harm?"

Creativity: Yet more blood was drawn.

Author: More and more videos hounding me, another content creator I watch does a video on it and THEN Netflix decides "Yep, we're gonna promote the SHIT out of this to this guy!", probably because I really like animation and pickings were feeling a bit slim at that point. So, I finally caved to the algorithm yet again and three binge sessions later, here we are…

Creativity: May we reiterate, you goblins who run the algorithms, that you have unleashed this upon the internet at large and that you must live with it… Thou hast been warned…

Author: So yeah, probably to my eventual regret, this is now happening. I have no clue if this will continue, considering I already have Limit Breaker, Venom: Resurgence, Before: Kingdom Hearts and a Star Wars project all happening right now, but I need to get some of this out of my system before I can get anything else done.

Creativity: As previously stated, THOU HAST BEEN WARNED!

And with that out of the way… Actually, Ima pass on the grandiose this time because despite having laid out the process for how this happened, I'm still processing it all.

Creativity: Here's chapter one of Fist of the Sky.

The morning sun had just begun to creep over the mountains of Etheria, and yet Charra had already been up for half an hour before the first rays had even broken through the horizon. The moment she'd woken up, she'd gotten dressed in her short-sleeve tunic, baggy knee-length pants and long black cloth strips she wrapped around her forearms. She'd also tied back her long, black hair with a white strip of cloth to keep her hair out her vivid green eyes.

Charra had lived alone in the mountains of Etheria for quite some time. It was coming up on fifteen years now, if she remembered correctly. She stood 5' 9'', had heavily tanned and weather-beaten skin and a muscular physique borne from fifteen years of intense martial arts training and living in the mountains.

Charra stepped out of her home, a small cabin made of wooden logs that she'd constructed herself and made her way over to a large circle of dirt that had been tamped flat by many years of use for training. After ten minutes of meditation, she had begun doing some basic stretches before moving into some more complex ones. From there, she moved on to performing several katas, doing twenty repetitions of each one before moving onto the next. Each punch and every kick were well practiced and executed without flaw. Not a muscle was out of place. Finishing her final set, Charra performed a back-hand spring before leaping 15 feet into the air! As she reached the top of her arc, Charra performed a front flip and began her rapid descent before striking at the ground with a punch upon landing! The impact sent a rush of air out around her, causing the long grass around the edges of her training area to suddenly rustle. After straightening out and bowing to the land, she grabbed a towel she'd left hanging from the railing of her front stairway and wiped her brow.

"Close, but not quite there yet." She muttered to herself. She'd been trying to perfect that strike for a few months now, but she always came up short. Oh well, there was always tomorrow.

By now, the sun had risen, its rays causing her skin to shine from the sweat that clung to her, though it was somewhat hampered from all the dirt the sweat picked up from training. After taking a moment to towel off her arms, shoulders and face, it was time to get to the morning chores. Charra made her over to a pile of unchopped wood behind her cabin and grabbed several pieces before placing them near a large stump and grabbing an axe she'd left near the stump when she'd come outside for the day's training. The next hour or so was spent splitting logs and then carrying a portion of those split logs to a stockpile she had next to the cabin, while some were brought inside for her fireplace.

With all that done, it was finally time for breakfast, something that Charra's stomach wholeheartedly agreed with. Then there'd be what smaller chores needed to be taken care of around the house, then a trip to the river to clear the grime from training and the aforementioned chores.

After heading back into her cabin, Charra made her way over to the woodburning stove and got a fire going while grabbed an old frying pan, some butter and a few eggs she'd purchased from a nearby village before setting about frying up breakfast. After the eggs finished frying, Charra went and grabbed a loaf of brown bread and cut a few slices before quickly scraping some butter across them and bringing the slices over to her table, where her eggs were waiting. As she ate, she felt a vague pang of frustration and disappointment. She still hadn't quite found that level of consistency she preferred in eggs.

"Well, always tomorrow." Charra commented to herself as she popped the last piece of bread crust in her mouth and tended to the dishes from breakfast before looking around her cabin. It was practically pristine, considering she'd done a top to bottom scrub-down of the cabin the previous day, so there wasn't much that needed to be done on that front. She'd restocked on firewood, her pantry was looking good, what was left to do? And what was that smell?

Oh right, that smell was her, somewhat fresh from morning training. And probably her clothes as well. Nothing a trip to the river and a bit of soap wouldn't fix.

After grabbing said soap from a cabinet, she grabbed another towel, as well as a change of clothes and piled it all into a wooden basket before striding out of her cabin and walking down a natural pathway into the forest behind her cabin. She trekked for about fifteen minutes before she finally reached a large stream that ran through the mountains. It was cold, but fifteen years of using it for washing, bathing, and otherwise using it had conditioned her to not notice it anymore. In fact, she'd rather come to enjoy the chilly water. After removing the clothes, she waded into the mountain water, ignoring the goosebumps that sprang up from contact with the chilly air. After she was deep enough into the stream, she set about scrubbing the dirt, grime and sweat she'd accumulated from training before dunking herself under the water to rinse off and returning to the shore to dry up and pull on fresh clothes before doing her best to clean the dirty clothes, but there was only so much a dunk in a cold stream could do. She'd probably have to wash them tomorrow, considering her wardrobe was starting to look a bit devoid of clean clothes.

After everything was back in its basket, Charra made her way back down the path to her cabin before dragging a small wooden tub out from underneath her cabin and pulling it over to a cauldron that was suspended over a fire pit.

"Better to get it done now, while I have nothing better to do." Charra muttered to herself before she went behind her cabin to a set of rain barrels and grabbed a large wooden bucket that was hanging near those barrels. After collecting enough water from the barrels and pouring it into the cauldron, she got a fire going beneath the cauldron and retrieved a clothes horse from under the cabin while the water warmed up before she began transferring the hot water into the tub until it was full enough, then went inside to grab the soap she used for washing clothes, as well as grabbing the cloth hamper she stored clothes in need of cleaning. Once she'd brought everything outside, she dumped the clothes into the tub and got to work.

The work took longer, but soon enough all the clothes had been cleaned and were hung on the clothes horse. After dousing the fire under the cauldron and disposing of the water in the tub, she did what cleaning up she needed to take care of and looked up at the sky. It was about two hours past midday, by Charra's estimate.

"Well, what to do with the rest of my day now…" Charra wondered aloud. She could go fishing, do more training, she hadn't done any forest runs for some time so that could be interesting, there was just so much to choose from.

"Hmm… Maybe I should recheck to make sure I'm not running low on anything. There could be some stuff I should go foraging for…" Charra muttered to herself as she went inside and started going through her cupboards, cabinets and stores. To her simultaneous satisfaction and disappointment, she was sufficiently stocked up on just about everything, and what wasn't stocked up was luxury items she only occasionally used to treat herself with.

"Hm… Guess I could go to the village… No, it's too late in the day for that." Charra thought aloud as she sat at her table and pondered what to do with the remainder of her day. Eventually, she settled on focusing on the other half of her training and reached under her bed to pull out a large chest before retrieving the key out from under her pillow. She always hid it there when she was training or otherwise shouldn't keep it on her person. She carefully unlocking the chest and tilted back the lid to reveal a collection of old scrolls and leather-bound books. After a few minutes of consideration, she lifted three books from within the chest. The first one was larger and heavier, while the other two were much smaller and thin. Embossed in a silvery material across the cover of the larger book was a strange sigil, while the other two had no such decoration. Her hand hovered over one of the smaller books (this one showing much more age than the other one, bound in black leather and having yellowing pages), considering opening it for a few moments before opting to choose the larger one. After opening it, she began leafing through the pages until she found the one she was looking for and started reading. And she kept reading for quite a long time, right up until her stomach started to incessantly growl in a reminder that she'd missed lunch and that the sun was just about to begin the process of setting.

After filling a pot up with water and setting it on her wood-burning stove, she started it ablaze once more and grabbed some dried venison, roots and other greens that grew in the mountains or were otherwise purchased before placing it all on her small countertop. After all the peeling and cutting was done, the water was boiling, and she added the meat, roots and greens to the pot and stirred it a few times before retrieving a few spices from her cupboards and adding them to the stew in progress.

As she tended to the stew, she hummed a tuneless song to herself before she looked over at the books again. Specifically, her eyes lingered on one of the small ones. It was the old one again. Once again, she considered walking over to it and opening it to the first page, but instead she just hung her head, closed her eyes and took a deep breath before putting all but the other small book away. This one wasn't leather-bound like the other books. This one was wrapped in wood and cloth, with a single red ribbon for a bookmark. That one was her personal journal and she always wrote in it after dinner, so it made sense to leave it out for now.

After tending to the food for another half hour or so, she checked the contents of the pot and after testing it, decided that it was ready and ladled it out into a bowl before cutting herself some more bread and lazily scraping some butter across it. She then carried her plate of bread and the bowl of stew back to her table and ate in silence. The light had dimmed significantly, so she lit a lamp that hung over the counter, as well as a few candles. They flickered in the growing darkness as she finished scraping the bottom of the bowl before carrying it over to the sink and taking care of the dishes before grabbing a quill and inkpot and opening her journal to its current page. After a few moments of consideration, she dipped the pen in the inkpot and started to write. She wrote for what felt like hours, though she was indeed hunched over that table, writing for about two hours. By the time she looked up from her writing and out the window, the sun had long since set and the many moons of Etheria were hanging in the sky. Charra had heard stories about the stars. Her master had told her stories about them when she was little. To imagine that the sky had once been filled with tiny pinpricks of light along side the moons… It sounded enchanting.

Those were happy times when she had been so young; Learning the art of combat from a true master of the form, the excitement of what new thing he'd teach her the next day, the legends and fairy tales he would tell her before bed…

Charra hadn't realized that she'd stopped writing until she realized that there was a massive blot of ink on the page where her quill had been sitting for a few minutes now.

"I should probably get ready for bed." Charra muttered as she closed her journal and rubbed her eyes before walking over to the sink and brushing her teeth before splashing some water in her face and walking over to the candles to blow them out. She walked over to the lantern and did the same, then turned to head over to her bed. However, she couldn't help but noticed that it was strangely still slightly lit in her cabin. At it was growing brighter by the second… Looking out her window, Charra's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as she saw a fireball descending from the sky towards the mountains! She watched, mesmerized as it approached evermore rapidly until it struck the ground with a thunderous BOOM! The ground shook and shuddered from the impact and a small gout of flame rose into the air. After being shaken (literally and metaphorically) out of her stupor, Charra rushed to the front door of her cabin and pulled on the pair of hiking boots she kept around, though rarely ever used, and ran out into the night towards the column of smoke in the distance. She at least needed to make sure that if there was fire, it didn't spread. The mountainous forests were pretty damp, so that was in her favor, but she still didn't want to take chances.

As she scaled boulders, vaulted over fallen branches and sprinted through the undergrowth, Charra wasn't sure what she was going to find. No meteors had struck Etheria in ages, so she had no idea where this one could have come from. Perhaps it would be some sort of valuable mineral, or even just something interesting she could put on a shelf in her cabin. However, what she instead found was not what she was expecting at all.

Resting in the middle of a crater that was about twenty feet in diameter and three feet deep was a large, spherical pod. It was mostly silver, but there was a single red disk on the front that was mostly transparent. There were small flames scattered about the crash site, but nothing close to foliage and it was all dying slowly. Charra approached the pod with apprehension before peering in through the window and her breath caught in her throat. Inside the pod was a bawling infant!

Frantically searching for some method of opening the pod, Charra finally found a button that caused the pod to open with a hiss and a puff of vapor. From there, she reached in and scooped the baby out of the pod before hurrying out of the crater. The infant hadn't ceased crying since she pulled it from the crashed machine, but that was slowly changing.

After taking a quick glance at crash site, she was relieved to see that the small pockets of fire had all but died down already, but she still kicked some dirt over them for good measure. Once she was satisfied there wasn't any danger of a forest fire, Charra hurried back to her cabin, re-lighting the lantern and candles so she could take a closer look at the infant.

The baby was female and already had a full head of hair, and lots of it. It was black, long and wildly spiky. Her eyes cracked open a bit, to reveal that her iris' were completely black in color. However, there was one trait that was far more eye-catching than the wild mane of hair, and that was the brown monkey tail that was currently curled around Charra's arm.

"Where did you come from, little one?" Charra muttered as the onyx orbs looked up into her own green eyes. The infant burbled a bit and began slowly reaching up with one hand. Charra let the infant grasp one of her fingers and was surprised to find that the little one had a surprisingly strong grip for her age. Even the tail that was coiled around her arm had a firm grip.

Charra sat down on her bed, the baby still resting in her arm, eyes looking around at everything in wonder.

"What do I do with you?" Charra wondered aloud. She didn't know how to raise a child. She wasn't equipped to raise a child either! And yet, she wasn't sure what else she could do. There was a nearby village, but she still didn't feel right just handing the baby off to someone else, especially considering…

"Sigh… I guess things come full circle in the end." Charra murmured, a hint of sorrow in her voice, but there was also a ghost of a smile playing at her lips.

"I suppose its time I take the roll of master." She stated as the infant's gaze turned back to Charra. Charra felt the infant's strong grip again on her finger and smiled a bit at the girl in her arms.

"Master named me Charra because he saw 'a fire that would burn through any foe' in me… What do I see in you…?" Charra wondered as she looked into the infants eyes. After a few minutes, she smiled. The baby laughed a bit.

"I think I know what master meant now. I see the strength of the mightiest steel in you. I think I'll name you… Ferah."

And that's where we're ending it for now.

Creativity: Wait, wait, what? When are we gonna get to the actual show?!

Author: It's called 'getting the readers invested' and that means TAKING YOUR TIME!

Creativity: I thought you were incredibly impatient.

Author: I am, but I try to not let that get in the way of writing. No matter how FRUSTRATING it may be, I try to cover my bases, dot the i's, cross the t's and keep the corners uncut.

So yeah, that's where we're leaving Fist of the Sky for now. I hope you all enjoyed this brief digression from my usual stuff, and if this is the first story of mine you've discovered, perhaps considering checking out Limit Breaker: my RWBY/DBZ story and my most popular story by a landslide. And while you're at it, perhaps consider reading Before: Kingdom Hearts for a KH fix, Venom: Resurgence if you enjoy symbiotes and post-apocalypses, or A Very Bad Idea for you're Godzilla Monsterverse fun!

Creativity: Are you done shilling?

Author: Oh leave it alone. If you want me to offer endorsements of other stuff on the site… Actually, that's not a bad idea. Give a bit of a booster to projects in early phase.

Maybe y'all can let me know if that sounds like a good idea.

Well, I think that's just about it for now. Thank you for reading, please review and we'll see you next time! Maybe… this is mostly just in the concept phase right now.

Okay, I'm gone for real this time.