The valley embraced Jormund in its quiet solitude, surrounded by the towering peaks of a mountain range. The crystalline artifact, clutched tightly in his hand, seemed to pulse with a subdued glow, a testament to the unknown energies it harbored. The distant palace, visible against the grandeur of the mountains, whispered secrets of a world yet unexplored.

As Jormund emerged from the cocoon of grief, he took in his surroundings. The clearing, bathed in the gentle hues of the land unkown atmosphere, held an inexplicable allure. His senses heightened, and the air seemed to crackle with the unfamiliar magic of this fantastical realm. The moment of reflection shattered when distant wing flaps reached his ears, a sound both majestic and foreign.

His gaze turned to the sky, where three massive shapes glided towards him. The dragons, their scales reflecting the colors of the unkown land's vibrant spectrum, descended with a grace that seemed to defy the laws of physics. Jormund's eyes widened in disbelief; he had never seen or imagined creatures of such magnificence. The dragons, adorned with powerful wings and fierce features, cast a spell of awe upon him.

A voice shattered the silence, the words sending a tremor through Jormund's consciousness. "Look, there's a scavenger left!" The dragons, he realized, were speaking. The term 'scavenger' hung in the air, leaving Jormund in a state of confusion. Did the dragons just refer to him as a scavenger?

The dragons touched down with an air of authority, closing in on Jormund cautiously, as if afraid he might vanish if they moved too quickly. The term 'scavenger' irritated him, and the mild shock he initially felt turned into a simmering bad mood. He had no intention of being belittled by creatures he had never encountered.

As the dragons approached, Jormund, still holding the crystalline artifact, hatched a mischievous idea. His dry wit surfaced, and he remarked, "Well, aren't you a charming welcoming committee?" The dragons, their eyes narrowing in confusion, halted their advance. Dragons, according to Jormund's knowledge, were not supposed to understand human speech.

"I-It can talk!?" one of the dragons stuttered, the others mirroring the wide-eyed astonishment. Jormund seized the opportunity, responding with another jest, "Surprised, aren't you? Scavengers aren't supposed to have a way with words, I suppose."

The dragons, still processing the anomaly before them, exchanged bewildered glances. The leader, larger and more imposing than the rest, finally spoke, "Enough banter. Queen Scarlet wants scavengers for her arena, and you're coming with us."

Jormund's mood soured further at the mention of the arena. He couldn't fathom the purpose of such a place, but it didn't sound like a welcoming prospect. The dragons noticed the crystalline artifact, and the leader pointed a talon at it, demanding, "Hand over whatever shiny trinket you're holding. Queen Scarlet might like it."

Jormund couldn't let them take the artifact. He quipped, "Oh, this old thing? I'm afraid it's not for sale or trade, even to dragons." His response was met with narrowed eyes and low growls from the dragons. The tension in the clearing escalated.

The dragons, realizing that banter wouldn't suffice, lunged towards Jormund. The leader's powerful jaws aimed for him, while the others circled, utilizing their wings to create gusts of wind. Jormund, his humor momentarily set aside, dodged and weaved with an agility born from survival instincts.

Faced with the dragons' relentless assault, Jormund decided to reveal only a fraction of his abilities. Hypergenesis responded to his unspoken command, manifesting limbs that nullified the force of the dragons' attacks. A dragon's talon met with an unseen force, repelled by an invisible shield.

The leader growled, "This scavenger has tricks," as the dragons adjusted their strategy. The skirmish continued, Jormund defending himself without fully revealing the extent of his Stand's abilities. His nullifying shield deflected talons and gusts of wind, but it strained against the relentless assault.

In the end, however, the limits of Jormund's endurance became apparent. The nullifying shield weakened, and a well-timed strike from behind sent him sprawling to the ground. The crystalline artifact slipped from his grasp, and darkness claimed his consciousness.

As Jormund succumbed to unconsciousness, the dragons, triumphant in their capture, exchanged satisfied glances. The leader declared, "Queen Scarlet will be pleased with this one," as they prepared to carry both Jormund and the precious artifact to their queen's palace.

Jormund's eyes fluttered open, and a groan escaped his lips as he slowly regained consciousness. The harsh reality of his surroundings greeted him—the vast arena of the Skywing palaces, surrounded by towering pillars. He was perched on one of these pillars, a solitary figure amidst a sea of chained dragons. Each dragon was bound not only to the pillar but also to each other, creating a complex web of restraints. It was a well-designed death trap, a testament to the cunning intellect of the dragons who ruled this realm. Jormund couldn't help but marvel at the efficiency of their methods.

The realization that he was the only one not chained to the ground struck him. A logical precaution, he supposed, considering his inability to fly. However, it wasn't long before his attention was diverted to a more pressing matter—the absence of the crystalline artifact. Panic surged through him, and he let out a loud "Nooooooo!" His outburst echoed through the arena, resonating off the pillars.

His Stand, Hypergenesis, responded to his anger, instinctively reinforcing his fist as it collided with the smooth surface of the pillar. The crack that appeared in the stone marked the tangible result of his frustration. Dragons around him stirred, disturbed from their slumber by the disturbance.

On a neighboring pillar, a blue dragon woke up groggily, eyes widening as they focused on the furious scavenger before them. The dragon's reaction followed the pattern Jormund had become accustomed to—he was called a scavenger once again. "A talking scavenger?" she muttered in disbelief, as if questioning her own senses.

Jormund heard every word, and it only intensified his already angered mood. He clarified with a scowl, "I'm not a scavenger. My name is Jormund G. Joestar."

The blue dragon blinked, uncertainty still lingering in her eyes. "I-Im Tsunami, a Seawing" Tsunami introduced herself. Jormund noted that he was encountering dragons of different tribes, each with its own unique features.

"A Seawing, huh?" Jormund responded, his curiosity piqued. Tsunami seemed to anticipate the next question and asked, "What exactly are you then, if you're not a scavenger?"

Jormund was about to answer when a Skywing approached. "Hey, Scavenger! You're next to die in the arena!" the red dragon announced with an evil grin. That only deepened Jormund's irritation at being labeled a scavenger once again. This time, however, it was coupled with the ominous declaration that he was next to die in the arena.

Unfazed by the gravity of the situation, Jormund decided to employ his coping mechanism—a wit and dry joke. He pretended not to understand, turning around to peer into the distance as if searching for the intended recipient of the message. "Are you talking to me?" he asked in a pretentious, dumb voice, drawing a snicker from Tsunami.

The Skywing, far from amused, swooped down with a low growl. Annoyance etched across his draconic features, he seized Jormund and brought him down into the heart of the arena. The descent was swift, and as they neared the arena floor, Jormund braced himself for whatever challenges awaited him.

The arena was vast, the pillars surrounding it casting long shadows as the crowd of dragons watched eagerly. Jormund stood in the center and the skywing guard threw a sword in his direction, catching it and feeling a mixture of apprehension and defiance. His surroundings were alien, and the creatures around him were equally strange. He clutched a sword in his hands, a weapon he considered more symbolic than practical. The dragons seemed to have a fascination with such primitive weapons, perhaps underestimating the potential threat he posed.

A voice echoed through the arena, resonating with authority. It was Queen Scarlet, the imposing Skywing monarch known for her ruthlessness. Her scales gleamed like burning embers as she addressed the crowd, her eyes fixed on Jormund.

"Today's entertainment is something special," she declared with a sinister grin. "An odd scavenger has found its way to our realm. Let's see how well it survives in the claws of our arena."

The dragons below erupted into a chorus of excited roars and cheers. Scarlet's eyes fixed on Jormund as she continued, "Claws up, fire ready, fight!"

Jormund glanced at the overused sword in his hands, its edges worn and battered. He couldn't help but feel a wave of annoyance at the situation. "Really?" he muttered to himself, questioning the absurdity of the ordeal.

As he scanned the arena, four other scavengers emerged, armed with a motley collection of primitive medieval weapons. They eyed Jormund with a mix of curiosity and hostility. The dragons, unaccustomed to the presence of talking scavengers, looked on in disbelief.

Jormund, unimpressed by the situation, raised an eyebrow and directed his complaint towards Scarlet. "This is ridiculous. You expect me to fight with this?" He gestured disdainfully at the sword in his hand.

The dragons' jaws dropped at the sound of a scavenger talking, a sight entirely foreign to them. Scarlet, however, responded with a dismissive chuckle. "If you want to survive in my arena, you'll have to make do with what you get, odd scavenger."

As the trio of scavengers charged towards Jormund, their crude weapons raised high, he discarded the overused sword with a contemptuous toss. Hypergenesis, his Stand, materialized in a swift and subtle display, its metallic limbs extending in a blur of red and silver.

The first scavenger swung a rusted axe at Jormund, who, with a swift movement of his Stand, nullified the force of the blow. The scavenger stumbled forward, disoriented. Before they could recover, Hypergenesis struck with precision, delivering a silent, lethal blow to the side. The first scavenger crumpled to the ground, defeated without uttering a word.

The second scavenger, wielding a worn-out club, rushed in with a roar. Hypergenesis intercepted the club's swings with ease, its limbs moving almost imperceptibly fast. In a fluid motion, Jormund's Stand disarmed the scavenger, seizing the club and rendering them weaponless. The second scavenger, bewildered by the speed of the attack, retreated in defeat.

The third scavenger, armed with a makeshift spear, hesitated as they saw the swift defeat of their companions. Seizing the opportunity, Jormund multiplied the force within Hypergenesis without revealing the full extent of his Stand's power. As the spear-wielding scavenger lunged forward, Jormund's Stand intercepted the attack with a subtle but potent nullification of force. With a quick and calculated move, Hypergenesis retaliated, sending a powerful shockwave through the scavenger's body. The force was overwhelming, and the third scavenger crumpled to the ground, defeated in eerie silence.

The dragons in the arena watched in a mix of awe and confusion. Jormund's Stand had dispatched the scavengers with speed and precision, leaving them to wonder about the mysterious power at play. Jormund himself wasn't entirely sure if the dragons could comprehend what had just transpired, but he sensed an unspoken tension in the air.

Queen Scarlet, though surprised, couldn't resist a sly smile. "Well, odd scavenger, you're proving to be quite the enigma. But there's one challenge left before you."

As the defeated scavengers retreated, a mysterious figure stepped forward—the scavenger with whom Jormund felt a peculiar connection. The unspoken understanding between them hinted at a confrontation that transcended the physical, setting the stage for the grand finale in the arena.

The tension in the arena reached its peak as Jormund and the mysterious scavenger locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between them. Dragons watched in awe and confusion as the two figures walked toward each other, ready to unleash the powers that lay dormant within them.

As they closed the distance, the mysterious scavenger, with a determined glare, unleashed their Stand. A creature of shadows and ethereal energy materialized, resembling a mythical creature of darkness. Its long clawy limbs stretched wide, a manifestation of untamed power.

In the midst of the stand off, the scavenger's Stand disappeared, leaving Jormund momentarily confused. Without warning, the shadowy creature reappeared behind Jormund, launching a surprise attack.

Jormund, reacting on instinct, turned to face the unseen threat. The scavenger's Stand struck with ferocity, catching Jormund off guard. Shadows coiled around Hypergenesis, attempting to suppress its metallic form.

As the surprise attack unfolded, Jormund knew he had to adapt quickly. Hypergenesis, pushed to its limits, fought against the shadowy onslaught. The scavenger, seizing the element of surprise, pressed the advantage, aiming to overpower Jormund's Stand.

Hypergenesis broke free with a booming "Amplify Zero!" and the fight escalated into a fierce clash, and the dragons watched in astonishment as the two Stands engaged in a battle of titanic proportions. The arena became a battlefield of swirling energies and unleashed forces. Hypergenesis cried out "Amplify Zero!" each time their limbs collided, remarking the activation of the stands power.

The scavenger's Stand, fueled by determination, sought to overwhelm Hypergenesis. Jormund, however, displayed a level of finesse and strategy. The battle drew out, with each Stand trying to outmaneuver the other. Shadows clashed with metallic red, creating a dazzling display of light and darkness.

Amidst the chaos, the scavenger's Stand hesitated for a moment, creating a brief pause in the relentless clash. Jormund, sensing an opportunity, called out to the scavenger. "Hold on! We don't have to fight like this. There's got to be another way for us to get out of here."

The scavenger, torn between the desire for survival and the potential for an alternative path, glanced at Jormund. Shadows wavered around its Stand, reflecting the internal struggle within its mind.

In that brief moment, the arena seemed suspended in time, the clash of Stands temporarily halted by the possibility of an unexpected truce.

The dragons, still struggling to comprehend the spectacle before them, witnessed the extraordinary clash of supernatural forces. The very foundation of the arena seemed to tremble under the power of these otherworldly beings.

The scavenger, still driven by the primal instinct for survival, listened to Jormund's words. Shadows flickered around its Stand as it considered the potential for an alternative to the brutal confrontation.

However, as the dragons held their collective breath, the scavenger, succumbing to the relentless drive for survival, shook its head. Shadows deepened around its Stand, and the arena returned to the chaos of the full clash.

Jormund, understanding that reasoning had its limits, prepared for the final confrontation. With a feint, he lured the scavenger into a vulnerable position. Seizing the opportunity, Jormund unleashed an amplified punch directly to the chest. "Amplify 5!" The force multiplied by Hypergenesis struck with deadly precision.

The scavenger staggered back, a look of shock and disbelief in their eyes. The amplified punch, a culmination of Jormund's stand abilities, proved overwhelming. The scavenger crumpled to the ground, defeated, and the dragons, still grappling with the revelation of Stands, watched in stunned silence.

The dragons, still processing the events that had unfolded, looked upon Jormund with a mix of awe and fear. The secret of Stands had been revealed in a battle that defied explanation, leaving the dragons to ponder the extraordinary power that had been unleashed before them. The leap into the unknown had not only unraveled the mysteries of Stands but had also left an indelible mark on the dragon arena, forever changing their understanding of the world around them.

The resonating sound of Queen Scarlet's voice signaled the end of the peculiar battle. "Enough excitement for one day! We have our winner, the odd scavenger!" Scarlet's words carried a mixture of amusement and cautious acknowledgment, hinting at the unusual power displayed by Jormund.

Breathing heavily, Jormund was escorted back to his pillar by the vigilant Skywing guards. The eyes of every dragon in the arena followed him with a blend of awe, fear, acknowledgment, and newfound respect. The unexpected display of power had left an indelible mark on the dragons' perception of the scavenger from another world.

As Jormund settled back onto his pillar, Tsunami, the blue Seawing, approached with a barrage of questions. "What was that power? How did you do it? And what in Pyrrhia's name is a 'stand'?"

Jormund, still catching his breath, did his best to explain. "It's called a Stand, a manifestation of one's fighting spirit. It's a power unique to some individuals, like me. I can summon mine, called Hypergenesis, and it has special abilities."

Tsunami, intrigued but still puzzled, continued her inquiries. "But why are you here, and what's the purpose of that strange power?"

Jormund sighed, realizing he had to reveal more about himself. "I come from another world, and this power is a part of me. It helped me survive in many situations. As for why I'm here, it's a long story involving mysterious ruins, a crystalline artifact, and a friend who's no longer here."

Tsunami, genuinely curious, asked, "Speaking of the artifact, have you found it? And how does it look like?"

Jormund took a moment to describe the crystalline artifact, its intricate patterns, and radiant glow. "Have you seen it somewhere around here?" Jormund asked. Tsunami thought intently before answering, "No, but if someone has it, it would be Queen Scarlet."

"Who's Queen Scarlet?" Jormund inquired.

Tsunami explained, "She's the queen of the Skywings, ruling with strength and fire. If someone possesses the artifact, it's likely her."

"Why is the artifact so important?" Tsunami asked.

"It's not just an artifact; it's a key. A key to my origins, my past, and possibly a way back home," Jormund explained, emphasizing the significance of the crystalline object.

"What about you, where do you come from?" Jormund curiously asked.

Tsunami took a deep breath, ready to share her origins with Jormund. "I grew up as part of the Dragonets of Destiny, a group of five dragonets prophesized to end the war in Pyrrhia. I was born in a cave at Jade Mountain, and our lives were intertwined by destiny."

She continued, "There was Sunny, a cheerful and optimistic Sandwing, always spreading warmth wherever she went. Starflight, a Nightwing with a vast knowledge of scrolls and a heart full of curiosity. Glory, a Rainwing who could change her scales' colors, a master of camouflage and agility. And Clay, a sturdy Mudwing with a gentle heart, loyal and protective."

Tsunami's eyes reflected the bond she shared with her friends. "We were destined to bring peace, but things took a dark turn. Queen Scarlet captured us, disrupting our plans and shattering our dreams. Now, we're trapped here, forced to fight in the arena."

She paused, a mix of determination and sadness in her gaze. "I miss them. I hope they're okay, wherever they are. We had plans to escape, to change our destinies. Now, it seems like you and I share that common goal."

Jormund listened intently, feeling the weight of Tsunami's words and the shared desire for freedom. The unspoken understanding between them grew stronger as they faced the challenges of Pyrrhia together.

Jormund, intrigued by Tsunami's tales and the world he found himself in, leaned forward slightly. "Tell me more about Pyrrhia. What's this world like, and how does it function?"

Tsunami took a moment to gather her thoughts. "Pyrrhia is a vast continent inhabited by different dragon tribes. Each tribe has its unique characteristics, abilities, and territories. There are the Skywings, who rule the skies with their strength and fire; the Mudwings, sturdy dragons with a connection to the earth; the Sandwings, adapted to the desert with their fire-resistant scales; the Nightwings, known for their intelligence and ability to see in the dark; the Rainwings, masters of camouflage and able to change the color of their scales; and the Seawings, like me, who thrive in the water."

She continued, "The tribes often have conflicts, and the war has been ongoing for years. Queen Scarlet, the ruler of the Skywings, is a fierce and powerful queen who holds a significant influence over Pyrrhia."

Jormund processed the information, his mind trying to grasp the complexities of this dragon-dominated world. "And these dragon tribes, do they all live separately, or is there some form of cooperation?"

Tsunami nodded, "Mostly separate. Each tribe has its own territory and leaders. Cooperation is rare, and conflicts arise over territory, resources, and sometimes just because of long-standing grudges. The Dragonets of Destiny, my friends and I, were supposed to change that by bringing an end to the war, but we got caught up in Queen Scarlet's schemes."

As Jormund absorbed the information, a sense of the intricate and sometimes tumultuous nature of Pyrrhia began to form in his mind. The challenges ahead seemed daunting, but the shared goal of escape created a bond between him and Tsunami that transcended the differences of their worlds.

Jormund pondered for a moment, his thoughts weaving through the possibilities of their alliance. With a determined glint in his eyes, he turned to Tsunami and spoke, "Tsunami, your world is tangled in a war, and I want to help. I'll assist you and your friends in ending the conflict, and in return, I ask for your help to retrieve my artifact and uncover its origins. Together, we can navigate the challenges of Pyrrhia and my own unknown past."

Tsunami considered Jormund's proposal, weighing the potential of an ally from another realm against the common goal they shared. After a thoughtful pause, she nodded in agreement. "We face a formidable task, but alliances are forged in unexpected places. I accept your offer, Jormund. Let's work together to bring an end to the war and discover the truth behind your artifact."

With an unspoken understanding and a newfound determination, they sealed their pact. The alliance between Jormund and Tsunami marked the beginning of an extraordinary journey, where the threads of their destinies intertwined against the backdrop of Pyrrhia's turbulent world.

Jormund yawned as he noticed the sunset. "That battle surely drained my energy out of my body, lets discuss our escape plans further tomorrow morning." He suggested which Tsunami agreed with a nod. They both layed down to catch some sleep.

"I couldn't save you Professor Alexander, but I will save the Dragonets of Destiny and Pyrriah for sure." were Jormund's last thoughts before he fell asleep.

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A/N: I finaly had the motivation to bring this story I carried to paper. I was pondering a long time over the plot of a crossover for WoF. Creating blueprints and discarding them again but made a decision at last.

Now there is my first Crossover right here :D

I hope you all will enjoy Jormunds adventure through Pyrriah.