(A/N) basically just an idea I had while watching the movie for like the billionth time. Sometimes some things that seem so small and insignifigant can be so important and you'd never know it. Oh, one other thing, I never played the game so I don't know of all the things that happen there, part of this might go against that . . . . so if you played the game and watched the movie then ignore what you know from the game. If you've only seen the movie then yippie!

Oh, and as a second note, if you've read this before you'll notice the prolog is like completely different. That's because I wasn't quite happy with the first one and tried editing it to my liking and still didn't like it. So I completely flipped it changing it from Quorra's point of view after the movie to Flynn's point of view before the movie.

Copyright: All original tron and tron: legacy characters belong to Disney ( Tron, Clu, Flynn, Quorra, Gem, you know the list goes on). All refrences to games and the like in the real world belong to their respective owners (whenever and wherever they appear). All characters I create (Syrus, Pelanor, Garth, the like) belong to me.

Summary: My name is Syrus

I was created strictly by the users for a game of their design. My purpose was to entertain the users by combining my abilities with several other programs similar to myself, but the creator tells me that that game was never meant to exist. My purpose has changed. I am now a leader of a great army, a militia of warriors living to protect our home, even at the cost of our lives. We lived in Tron city at the time, a city that was blossoming towards perfection. But we soon found perfection came with a terrible price. Now everything I know is falling apart. Every friend I ever had is being derezzed or sent in or disappears completely. The army is being transformed into something I cannot stand beside. And the one person I have ever seemed to have a connection with, something beyond programming as well as my understanding, faces death for a crime she could not prevent, her creation.

My name is Syrus and this is my story. Remember it well user. Remember me.

Not the Games

Prolog/chapter 1

Threatened

For the world above it's been three years. Three long, long years since I founded Tron city. For me that time was long enough. For every program on the grid, who knows. Time passes differently for them as it does for me. Even I can feel it when I'm on the grid. Seconds seem long, sometimes stretched to a painful length, but at the same time days could pass without my ever being aware of it. I commit myself to coming down here once every few days for as long as the portal will allow me to stay. It's not an easy obligation, but with a little hardened will it's something I can manage.

Yet every time I come down here I'm amazed at what I end up seeing. Clu was the program I created to watch over the system while I was gone, and he did it with amazing precision. I could be gone for only a few days and on my return a whole new sector of city could be built if he saw fit. And Tron, for the most part was satisfied just being a simple function, but he never stopped being my friend.

Then, three years after Tron city started to thrive, we hit our first bump. A program came from outside the city, its power supply nearly depleated. We offered it shelter and returned it to full power. When I returned I found our kindness was not returned.

The program we gave aid was a virus, plain and simple, and any program that touched it became infected and went rouge, a danger to all. Tron and a few other programs were doing all they could to stop the spread and drive out the threat, but only when I joined them could they succeed.

It was at that time that it was decided that something should be done to prevent this from happening again. Clu was the first to make the suggestion that would become the right course of action: The city needed someone to protect it against all threats. If the world of users had several different branches of military specifically for the protection of their people why then could the grid not have their own?

I resolved to make an army for Tron City, one that would fight loyaly and bravely to the end, but how to go about doing it I wasn't sure. To create one or two programs on my own was effortless, but dozens? Alone it could not be done, not all at once. And so I devised a plan that would allow me to use Encom to create the programs that would become the grid's guardians.

It was just before I left that Tron approached me. I thanked him for his leadership in the short war against the virus, but I had known him for long enough to know something was wrong or, at least, bothering him. When he asked he said:

"Flynn, we've been friends for a long time, and you've known my function even before then. I'm a security program, I do my portion of protection for the system and I fight for the users whenever I have to."

"But?"

"But fighting is never something I wanted to do. I'd rather just monitor, plan, process, watch. Not fight."

"So why are you telling me this now?"

"Because I know you're going to do as Clu said and create an army for the system." He raised his hands, "I'm not saying I'm against it, not in any way, but if I know you then you're going to ask me to teach them, train them, and take them into battle. I would rather be a sort of medium between them and Clu, a rank above them, but never surpassing him."

"Then who do you suppose is going to lead this crew?" I asked

"I don't know. Choose one of the programs out of the army itself. Make him gifted, stronger, faster, smarter than the rest. Have him lead them."

I stood for a moment more then put a hand on his shoulder. "I'll think about it." I told him then left the grid knowing I had been there much longer than I should have been.

As I rode home I had a while to think about what Tron had asked for. It wasn't much, just a position that required him to be somewhere he wanted to be. And to be honest, I had never heard a program ask for something for themselves before. It was as if everything I asked them to do became their way of life. Because of that fact alone I would honor his request and choose a program from the new army to lead them. I wasn't sure exactly what gifts I would give him, but what wisdom and knowledge I had would be among him.

The gift of logic, of reason. A gift that allowed a program to think like a user. That would be my gift to him. I only wondered what effect that gift would have on the system.

(A/N) Extremely short, I know. Never wrote something in first person before. Extreme difference from the first try. If you [i]really[/i] want to see the other one I don't mind if you drop me a line or tell me you want to see it in your review or something. I know it says prolog/chapter 1 but that's only because I want chapter 2 to be the next chapter to make things less confusing . . . Please review and thanks for reading! I do hope you enjoy reading my work as I do writing it! Oh, and one last thing. I think I'm going to start doing a trivia bit from each chapter, that'll be next

(Chapter Trivia!) Turns out if you do the math a mili-cycle is about 8 hours, like Flynn said in the movie. Naturall 1000 mili-cycles, since milli means 1000, would be a single cycle. Right? So one cycle would be 8000 hours which divides out to be 333.33 days. So basically a cycle is a little more than two months shorter than a year! But as far as I can tell programs are immortal (as far as age is concerned cuz we all know they can die) and don't sleep so I don't think that bothers them much.

Hope you enjoyed the remade prolog better than the other one! Read, review, carry on to the next chapter!