Scott was NOT causing trouble.

No, really, he wasn't(not this time, anyways). Unless winking at cute guys and watching them blush counted as causing trouble.

Scott was just wandering around Chromia, since he really didn't have many kingly duties or stuff. He still wasn't sure how he had gone from being a adventurer to the king of a very colorful empire, but he was king of Chromia, and as bad of an idea it was to make him king of something, that didn't mean he wasn't going to try his best.

He walked into the town square and stopped for a moment to admire the colorful swirls for water dancing in the air. Magic may not be common in Chromia, but that didn't mean there wasn't any, and the fountain was a great example of that.

Scott watched as a rather good looking guy with brown hair tossed a coin into the fountain and turned to walk away. The man looked in his direction, and Scott winked, expecting the usual blush. He wasn't disappointed. The man hurried away, face red as a tomato, and Scott grinned. This kind of wholesome trouble is very fun. I should do this more often. Maybe with Jimmy? He seems like the kind of guy who would freak out if someone flirted with him.

Thunder rumbled distantly, and Scott looked up, expecting to see clouds above him or on the horizon, but there was nothing there. Perhaps Joel was messing around with his lighting powers again or something. Chromia was right next to Stratos, so that was probably it.

Maybe I should go check that out. Joel could be doing something interesting. Scott thought. Maybe I could cause some drama! And then slip away quietly! He sighed, knowing he wasn't going to do anything of the sort. Being a king meant upholding a reputation, and unfortunately, causing trouble did not fit said reputation.

He could still go check on Stratos, though. Teasing Joel would have to be enough trouble for now.

Scott walked towards his nether portal, this time with a purpose. A purpose that was quickly forgotten when he caught sight of the cyan-haired man with stag horns bleeding out on the stairs leading to the portal.

The cyanette rushed to the man's side, and promptly checked for a pulse. Once he was sure that the guy was alive, he tried to figure out where all the blood was coming from. Ignoring his queasiness, Scott poked the guy's chest, and pulled back hurriedly when that caused a spurt of blood to erupt from the man's chest.

Don't throw up, don't throw up, don't throw up-

He threw up.

After getting his stomach under control, Scott managed to wrap some cloth he got from his storage building nearby around the guy's chest. He had no idea how the man was still alive; he must have lost at least several pints of blood by now. A/N: and you'll never know, since I don't either. As Joel would say, LORE

Picking up the guy carefully, as to not disturb the mess of a bandage Scott had made, he carried the man to his house. Opening the door without dropping the guy was a fun challenge (not), and finally he put the man down on his bed and backed away.

Now I just have to figure out what to do with him. Scott stared at the man sleeping on his bed, just now noticing how his hair and facial features resembled his own. They were practically identical, except that the man had pointy ears and his cyan hair was longer and pulled into a short braid sort of thingy. And of course, the golden stag horns protruding from the man's head.

It was probably just a coincidence, right? Either that or his parents had more children besides him, which could be possible, since Scott didn't know his parents. He had been raised in an orphanage in some city whose name he didn't bother remembering.

Scott didn't like thinking about his childhood. He had left as soon as he was old enough to start his life of adventuring. People told him it was a dumb idea, that he'd just go back home crying in few days. He proved them wrong, didn't he?

Scott was no stranger to sleeping rough or not having enough to eat. Travelling all day was better than seeing the same old stuff all the time, and the bits of panic and adventure when he encountered something he probably shouldn't investigate was completely worth the long days of travel and hardship.

It may have cost him his eye for a while, but he got it back, so it's fineeee.

It had been a pretty bad day so far. The desert was a horrible place to explore. Too much sand and too little sparklies to liberate. He had been considering giving up and trying another area when he saw the desert temple.

Figuring his luck had finally turned around, Scott went straight for the temple and promptly ducked inside. Dodging the traps and dangers were child's play (not literally, don't send a child into a death temple), and the prize looked pretty sweet, a skull with a pink gem in one eye socket.

That is, until a few days later, when he woke up with only half his vision, and a gem in the skull's other eye socket that looked suspiciously like his own eye color, a bright blue.

It had taken him months to find someone to reverse whatever the skull had done, and even then it hadn't completely gotten his eye back, only a yellow one. But the yellow was was cooler, it made him look more dashing and let him see magic stuff, which made it easier for him to liberate things.

A sharp inhale from the bed snapped Scott out of his reminiscing, and he looked towards the bed to see the man sitting up and looking around. Ignoring the man's piercing blue eyes, which looked remarkably like his own blue eye, he began to get up and move towards the bed.

That is, until the man narrowed his eyes at him and pulled a sword out of thin air. Scott's eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly backed away and put his hands in the air to show that he wasn't a threat.

"I'm not a threat!" Scott said, hoping this man was a questions first, stabbing later kinda guy. "I was just going to tell you that sitting up and moving around is probably not a good idea, considering the giant hole in your chest that I patched up. No idea how you survived that, by the way." The man frowned and looked down, only just realizing that he was shirtless and that there were like, half a million bandages wrapped around his torso. It honestly looked more like a mummification attempt than something meant to keep his insides inside, but no one ever said that Scott was a healer.

Yes, Scott patched the guy up. He wasn't just going to drag the man all the way to his house just to let him bleed out on the bed instead of by the nether portal.

"You're in Chromia," Scott said, hoping to keep the man calm and on the bed far away from where he could stab him with that sword, which, now that he looked at it, was made of ice? Scott was regretting saving the guy more and more by the second. "I found you bleeding out by the nether portal, and I brought you to my place to, y'know, not die?"

The man's frown only got deeper as Scott talked, but hey, at least the sword went away. Scott was pretty sure that it had been made of ice, which meant that the man in front of him was some sort of magician or elementalist.

"Who are you?" the man asked. There was a slight hint of distaste in his voice, as if it pained him to speak so someone not worthy of hearing his wonderful voice.

Scott frowned back and replied, with a hint of passive-aggressiveness in his voice, "Oh, only the king of Chromia and surrounding areas. Most people call me Your Majesty, but you can just go with Scott."

The man frowned again, definitely more annoyed now. Well, if you didn't want me to be rude, you shouldn't have been rude first, buddy. "You can't be Scott." he said slowly, as if speaking to a young child.

I'm starting to think I should have left this man for dead. I can definitely see why someone would stab him. "Well, I am Scott. King Scott, actually." Scott said, doing his best to be polite even though all he wanted was to whack his guy upside the head so hard he'd become gay (or gayer. You never know, after all)."Why do you have a problem with my being Scott?"

The man got off the bed and stood up, his face forming an expression that he probably thought looked regal and imposing, but what really looked like a two year old playing pretend and trying to look as dramatic as possible.

"I am King Scott of Rivendell, Champion of Aeor, Killer of Xornoth, Champion of Exor."

Scott deliberately changed his face into a bored mask and asked, "Sorry, who?" Scott of Rivendell (he wasn't about to call this prick a king, oh no) frowned and said, "I am King Scott of-"

"I heard the first time," Scott interrupted, earning a glare from the other Scott. "There is no kingdom, city, or empire called Rivendell anywhere that I know of, and I've explored most of the known world, so if anyone would know, I would. I'm afraid you may be suffering from a disease called stupidity. I can help with that, if you'd like."

The frown turned into a full on glare, and Scott stared back at the furious pretend king. He did shift himself slightly so that it would be easier to bolt out the door and lock it if necessary, but he didn't think he'd need to.

He was right. Scott 2 closed his eyes and took a deep breath, muttering what sounded like gibberish under his breath. A/N: You shouldn't be saying those kind of words, Scott. Even in different languages (XD) "Ok, maybe we got off on the wrong foot. There has to be a Rivendell somewhere around here. I know it exists, I grew up there. Unless..."

Scott watched as the lamer Scott's eyes widened in horror, and he asked, rather desperately, "What year is it?" Scott tilted his head as he thought about it, it's been a while since he looked at a calendar.

"I'm pretty sure it's 1073 A.R, although I may be wrong. I haven't checked the date in a while." This didn't seem to reassure the elven Scoot, who asked, "What does A.R stand for?" Scott replied, "After Rapture. It's this big world destroying event that happened about a thousand years ago or so. Barely anyone survived, and they started a new calendar to commemorate their survival, or something like that."

"No-" Scott of Rivendell sank to his knees, his breath shaky. Scott, despite his wariness, went over and crouched by him, only to hurriedly back away as frost began to spread where the other Scott was kneeling. "Uh, buddy, I realize you may be having a panic attack or something, but, like, please don't freeze my house solid!" Scott said, getting slightly panicked as the frost became sheets of ice and started spreading faster.

Icy boy Scott was staring off into space, trembling slightly, and Scott could hear something begin to fall from the sky. It didn't sound like rain or snow. Hail, maybe? This was a really, really bad idea! I'm supposed to be a good king, not a king who gets his empire frozen over by a icy identical twin with a massive ego and possible trauma issues!

Scott decided trying to snap the crazy Scott out of it would probably be the best course of action. Running would be best, but Scott couldn't do that anymore. He was a king now, and he had a duty to protect Chromia (even if it was from a crazy ice guy who looked and sounded just like him).

Taking a deep breath for courage, Scott leaped forward and tackled the other Scott to the grounds, yelping as his skin froze over so fast it burned. It seemed to work, though, because Scott of Rivendell blinked and pulled away from the pile Scott had made of the two on the floor. The ice began to recede until it disappeared, and the hail outside stopped.

"Oh, f- rick" Scott said shakily, keeping himself from swearing at the last second. In his defense, the ice burns really freaking hurt. The skin on his arms was bright red, and a bit of his neck was burning in pain, so he assumed he got hurt there too. His clothes had protected him from the worst of it since it was only a few seconds, but anywhere his bare skin had touched the other Scott was burning with freezing pain.

The crazy ice elf Scott was staring wide-eyed at the burns on Scotts arm, so he assumed that the ice boy had no kind of medical training whatsoever. Maybe he is royalty of some sort. I can't imagine anyone else with an excuse for being this useless. That is, until Ice Scott seemingly regained his equilibrium and reached forward, grabbing a water bottle that had fallen from somewhere in the tackle.

Scott scrambled back, ignoring his protesting skin and muscles as he did. "I'm not going to hurt you now, I've got it under control. I just want to help." The elf Scott said. "What the HELL was THAT?" Scott demanded. "I save your life, and I get insulted, attacked, and injured in return? What kind of manners do they teach in your Rivendell?"

Scott of Rivendell winced, and said, "Those were my ice powers. I usually have control over them most of the time, but sometimes I lose control." He looked really ashamed of himself, and Scott had heard stories of people whose magics had gotten away from them, so he decided to cut the man some slack.

Slowly, Scott nodded and inched closer, letting the now sad Scott access to his injuries. Silently, Scott watched as the burns slowly faded with the help of a healing potion that he had bought from the Great Witch Shelby, in the Evermoore.

"So... why exactly did you lose control then? I told you the date, and you kind of freaked out, so I'm guessing that what I told you wasn't what you expected to hear?" Scott asked.

Rivendell Scott nodded, face turning grim. He was about to start speaking, but a buzz from Scott's pocket cut him off. Scott pulled communicator out, and Scott 2.0 scooted aorund to see the screen.

~~~

Sheriff Jimmy-

Guys there's a fish guy in my empire

Sheriff Jimmy-

He looks like me, but fishy

Sheriff Jimmy-

And he says his name is Jimmy too!?!?!

God Joel-

There's a puny short guy here

God Joel-

Says he's the king of somewhere called Mezeala

Mayor Lizzie-

There's a really tall blue fish lady in Critter City who says her name is Lizzie too

Mayor Lizzie-

She says the Mezeala guy is her husband

Scott Major-

I've got some moody dude who says his name is Scott

Scott Major-

Dramatically declared himself king of somewhere called Rivendell

~~~

"It was not dramatic!" Drama king Scott protested. "It was regal, and majestic, and-" Scott laughed, surprising both himself and the other Scott, who had probably never been interrupted in his entire royal life. "It was VERY dramatic. You looked like you were acting in a play or something." Rivendell Scott looked outraged, and went to say something, but Scott stopped him as more messages showed up on the screen.

~~~

Oli the Great Bard-

How come all of you have copies of yourself and I don't?

Archeologist Pix-

You don't have a copy of yourself, Oli?

Oli the Great Bard-

No >:(

Archeologist Pix-

We should all head to the Treaty Point.

Archeologist Pix-

Bring your copies. It may help us figure out what's going on.

Great Witch Shelby-

I'm on my way!

Warrior Princess Katherine-

Coming!

Sun Princess Gem-

See you there!

Sausage of Sanctuary-

ahi vamos! :D

~~~

Scott closed his communicator and got to his feet, pulling the other Scott up with him. "Guess we're going to Treaty Point." Scott said. He could tell that the other cyanette wanted to ask something, but he kept quiet. Scott sighed, and explained, "Treaty Point is a sort of central area for all the kingdoms, where the rulers can all meet to discuss big stuff, like copies of everyone showing up in their empires." 

    Rivendell Scott nodded, and they both set out towards Treaty Point, with Scott leading the way, since he knew where it was.

A/N: And there's chapter 2! Wow, this is so much longer than I have though. To explain quickly, the season 1 emperors did not appear all at the same time, but more of one at a time, with Scott being one of the first, thus giving time for all this action and drama, and Lizzie being one of the last, explaining why there's such a short time before the messages in Lizzie's POV, and so much time in Scott's.

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