ORIGIN OF CHAOS
Chapter One: A Hero's Beginning
The scene opens up to a far-off field miles away from Station Square. A furious blast of energy exploded in the middle of the field and two figures were blown to opposite sides. One was the golden hero, Super Sonic, and the other was the dark demon, Hell Nazo. Sonic curled into a golden ball form with Nazo doing a red version of the attack. The two thrust forward and collided, creating another explosion of energy. Meanwhile, Chaos and the small chao, Cheese, were watching the battle from a nearby hillside.
"Look at it, Cheese" Chaos said in their own language. "I never once thought I would see them battle again."
"Chao chao?" Cheese asked.
"That's right; you weren't there for the final battle." Chaos said. "Perhaps I should explain. It all began in our dimension, Parasiden."
--Flashback--
The scene opens up to a new world vastly different from Earth. Tropical forest, jungles, and plants were common throughout the world. The oceans, rivers, and all forms of water were bright and clear; not a hint of pollution anywhere. Cities were built to home the inhabitants of the world, but not a trace of technology could be spotted anywhere. It was a true paradise, which is where it got its name. The scene changes to a nighttime flourishing jungle. All was peaceful with the crickets chirping, the animals sleeping –
"SOUL DRAGON!"
"Mommy!"
And the deafening screams. A blue creature raced through the brush of bushes and trees, closely followed by transparent Chinese dragon. The blue creature was a ten year-old blue hedgehog with seven quills draped around his head that hung like dreadlocks (like Knuckles), and a green opal encrusted on his forehead. He wore a simple pair of gloves and boots. The hedgehog raced through the forest until he reached a solid rock wall of a mountain. The hedgehog ran up the wall and flipped around, causing the dragon to collide with the wall.
"Very well done, Stream." A voice called. "Though the little scare tactic was a bit unorthodox."
The hedgehog known as Stream turned to face his attacker. He was a bold, middle-aged white tiger with red stripes along his body. He wore a black slacks, black boots, black fingerless gloves, and carried a sword on his back. His right fist was emitting a glowing aura before fading away.
"You promised you wouldn't use you powers, Prowl." Stream whined.
"Your enemy will not make any promises." Prowl reasoned. "He will lie, cheat, and deceive you at every possible turn. You must prepare yourself for any possible attack."
"What attack?" Stream questioned. "The only one who thinks the world is coming to an end is you."
"Who says it isn't." Prowl said.
"If anything happens, the Guardians will protect us." Stream stated. "Everyone knows that."
"We must not rely on them." Prowl growled. "Rely too much on the strong; the weak will be left defenseless." He raised his fist, which began to emit a glowing aura again. "Now, defend yourself! SOUL TIGER!"
Prowl threw his fist forward; a transparent tiger forming from the end of it. The tiger leapt at Stream, who rolled to the side and ran up a nearby tree. The transparent tiger tried to climb up after him, but started to fade a short time later. Stream figured he was safe until he noticed a large shadow hanging over him. Prowl jumped into the air with his sword unsheathed; his features illuminated in the light of the full moon. Prowl swung down, cutting the tree branch, but Stream had already jumped away.
"Whoa! He's serious!" Stream thought as he jumped down the trees to the ground. "Well, if he can use his special power, so can I!"
Stream whirled around to face Prowl, who had just landed with his sword held in front.
"Decided to fight like a real man, have you?" Prowl grinned lightly.
"No, I just wanted to show off." Stream chuckled. "Now's my chance to reveal my special powers!"
Stream threw his hands into the air; Prowl held his sword close for safety reasons. Stream's hands began to glow bright blue; Stream's face looked anxious. Suddenly, clouds began forming in the sky above. Prowl's fist began emitting its glowing aura again when he felt a wet drop hit his nose; it was starting to rain. Prowl lowered his sword, unimpressed, while Stream looked extremely nervous.
"Uh...can I get a do-over?" Stream asked nervously.
"SOUL SERPENT!" Prowl roared.
Prowl threw his fist forward again; this time creating a slithering, transparent snake. Stream attempted to jump back, but the snake already thrust itself forward; wrapping around to pin his arms to his sides. Stream struggled momentarily to break free when Prowl stepped forward and slammed his fist into his chest. The strike was strong enough to make him cough up blood, but not enough to knock him out. For extra measure, Prowl whirled around and jabbed his elbow in the back of his neck. Stream toppled to the ground, unconscious, as the snake faded away. Prowl loomed over him, deeply disappointed.
"For a moment there, I really thought he had ascended." Prowl thought. "Perhaps, it's not his time yet."
Prowl picked up Stream and hoisted him onto his shoulders then walking farther down the forest. Unknown to him, a pair of red, gleaming eyes watched his every move. The rain that Stream miraculously conjured seemed to thrash harder every step they took. The two were forced duck down in a cave near a river; Stream finally regained consciousness. Prowl was devouring a fish him caught when he noticed Stream staring into the embers of the fire he made.
"What's wrong?" Prowl asked. "Fish not cooked properly?"
"No." Stream said, gradually chewing his food. Their was a period of silence before. "Why did you pick me?"
"Come again?" Prowl said confused.
"Why'd you pick me?" Stream repeated. "When you came to my home, you chose me out of a hundred worthy candidates. At first, I thought it was because I was special. But now, I'm beginning to doubt it."
Prowl understood where he was getting at. Long ago, Prowl was famous for being a legendary swordsman and a noble hero before the Guardians were formed. But the years were catching up to him; he needed to pass his knowledge on to another. Prowl traveled from city to city in hopes to find a worthy apprentice. He thought he would die without reassurance of his legacy. Then one year ago, he captured Stream, whom, having no family, was forced to steal food. Prowl didn't know why, but he saw something special in Stream that day. That was all he needed to make Stream his apprentice.
"It's because you're different." Prowl assured him. "You have something no one else has."
"Like what?!" Stream questioned furiously. "If I'm so special, where's my power?! Every warrior is born with a power! Prozoen had invisibility, Thilgen had telekinesis, and even you have soul manipulation! But...what do I have?!"
"That has concerned me a bit." Prowl nodded. "Normally, a warrior would obtain his power on the tenth year they were born." Stream held his head down in shame. Prowl panicked slight. "T-that doesn't mean you don't have any! Listen, I feel that your powers will come in time. You just have to be patient."
"You – really think I do?" Stream asked.
"If I'm wrong, may lightning strike me where I sit." Prowl said. A bolt of lightning crashed a few yards away from the cave. "Uh...maybe I should rephrase that."
Stream laughed so hard, he nearly choked on his fish. With reassurance from Prowl, Stream ate with high spirits, hoping the rain would end soon and they would get back to training. But while they enjoyed a peaceful meal, the same eyes that gleamed earlier stared hungrily into the cave. The unknown creature stepped forward, snapping a twig with no notice. But Prowl heard it clearly. He jumped to his feet, unsheathing his sword towards the mouth of the cave.
"What is it, Prowl?" Stream questioned.
"Quiet." Prowl hissed as he stepped closer. "Listen, I want you to promise me you will remain in this cave."
"But why?" Stream asked. "What is...?"
"I want you to promise." Prowl repeated.
"But..."
"Promise!" Prowl growled.
Stream was lost and confused. If it was a wild animal, he would have no reason to hide; he hunts wild animals on a regular basis. But this is the first time Prowl ever told him to hide. Did he know something that he wasn't telling? Stream looked ready to refuse his orders, but Prowl's stern expression quickly changed that.
"Fine." Stream sighed.
"No matter what happens, do not leave." Prowl said.
Stream nodded. With his reassurance, Prowl moved closer until he was out of the cave. The rain thrashed harder than normal, Prowl winced slightly with every drop that hit him. He search left and right; his senses sharpened for any trace of life. But after two minutes of standing out in the rain, he found nothing. Figuring it was just his imagination, he turned back to the cave. A second later, a green blur passed and knocked him to the ground.
"Prowl!" Stream screamed.
Keeping his promise, he didn't leave the cave, but watched from the mouth. Prowl was lying on the ground; his blade between the teeth of the monster that attack him. The monster was looked like a green lion, but had the wings of an eagle and the tail of a scorpion. Prowl twisted around and kicked the chimera it the chest and forced it to a tree.
"What is that thing?" Stream questioned.
"Stream, get back inside!" Prowl roared.
"But I can help!" Stream stated.
"I am your master!" Prowl reminded. "You are to obey me without question."
Stream's grip tightened on the stone wall; he was furious at how Prowl didn't trust him. The chimera shook off the first attack and made a dive at the white tiger. Prowl flipped over and landed on the chimera's back with his sword pointed downwards. Prowl thrust his sword at the chimera's back, but the beast made a sudden jerk to the left that made drop his sword. The chimera started bucking back at forth trying to dispatch its rider. Prowl eventually lost his grip, but flipped backwards to land on his feet. The glowing aura returned to Prowl's fist.
"SOUL FALCON!" Prowl roared.
Prowl thrust his fist forward; this time producing a transparent falcon from it. The falcon snatched the chimera with its talons and carried it fifty feet into the air. When the falcon disappeared, the chimera was dropped over seventy feet into a deeper part of the forest.
"That was amazing, Prowl." Stream said admirably.
"What did you expect?" Prowl chuckled.
But his laughter was quickly ended. The chimera was still alive, but they didn't realize it until it was too late. The chimera was crouching in a nearby tree and tail extended to an unbelievable length at stabbed Prowl in the back through his heart. Prowl struggled hard enough to stare at the stinger protruding from his chest. The chimera retracted its tail, allowing Prowl to fall on his back.
"Prowl!" Stream cried. Despite his promise, Stream run out and kneels down to his master. "Prowl, please don't die."
"You promise – not the leave." Prowl gasped.
"Don't talk." Stream said. "We have to find a healer."
"It's – too late." Prowl stated. "Stream, – you need to – leave."
"No, I'm not leaving you." Stream said, starting to tear up.
The chimera did not care for the sympathetic moment between the two. It jumped back to the ground and set it's sights on the blue hedgehog. It extended it tails once again aimed at Stream when something unexpected happen. The water in the river suddenly came to life in the form of a dragon. The water dragon ripped the chimera's tail with its icy cold teeth; the beast screamed in pain. The water dragon changed its course and held its jaw over the chimera's head before snapping it shut. The chimera's headless corpse fell limp on the ground, but Stream took no notice of the events that happened. At that he could take in was that his master was lying on the ground, dying.
"Prowl, please don't die!" Stream cried. "I need you!"
"You'll be fine. Just remember not to get your head stuck in a wasps hive again." Prowl laughed hoarsely.
"How can you laugh while your dying?" Stream questioned.
"I was already dying." Prowl stated.
"What do you mean?" Stream asked.
"I think it's time you knew the truth." Prowl panted. "Ten years ago, I was one of ten warriors selected to take part of an experiment. We were told it would help further the advances of our world and provide a way to retain the health of people. But that was until a year after the experiment I discovered that we weren't help our world."
"What happened?" Stream asked curiously; forgetting his master was dying.
"I went met with a friend who was also played a part in the experiment." Stream continued. "I was unfortunate to discover that he had died three days after the experiment. I was quick to discover that the others had died shortly after."
"But why?" Stream asked. "What happened to them?"
"We were injected with a vaccine during the experiment." Prowl explained. "The vaccine was actually a new virus they were developing. The virus kills the user from the inside depending on how strong their will is. I was able to strengthen myself until I was ready to pass my knowledge and skill to another. And if any chance I would die, they would carry out my mission."
"So that's why you chose me." Stream said. "But what can I do? I don't have any power."
"But you do." Prowl interjected. "I you had paid attention, you would notice that it was you who succeeded where I failed."
"What is it that you want me to do?" Stream asked.
"Find out what you can about this virus." Prowl said. "Find it and destroy it before it can harm any others. I am forbidden to reveal its location. But if you find those who created it, you will know where it lies."
"Then I shall carry out your legacy." Stream said seriously. "Tell me who it is that has committed this evil deed and I will destroy them!"
Prowl leaned forward slightly to pull the strap of his sheath over his head. He reached out for his sword, hissing in pain from moving, and pulled the blade from the ground. He sheathed it and handed it to Stream, uttering one sentence.
"The Guardians."
Using his last breath to tell Stream this, Prowl's body fell limp and his heart stopped beating. Prowl, the legendary hero, was dead. The cold, thrashing rain was more then enough to express how Stream felt. The rain mixed with his tears as they ran down his face. Stream took a moment to breath before taking the sword that Prowl handed him and strapping it to his back. He dragged Prowl's body back into the cave, planning to give him a proper burial in the morning. His only friend was dead and now Stream was left with a mission to carry out. A mission he would carry to the end of his life.
Meanwhile, the scene changes to a vast, empty corridor. The only the objects in the corridor were the four stones that floated in a circle in midair. Each stone had its own color: white, purple, light-blue, and green. All of a sudden, three creatures appeared beneath stone from out of nowhere. All of the had the same body: three claws on hands, two on feet, no mouth, and green eyes. Each was comprised of a different element. One was made of solid ice, one was made from polished black stone, and the last was all white, symbolizing wind. The white one was the only one with a sword strapped to his back.
"It's finally happened." The white creature informed. "Subject Prowl is dead."
"And it only took ten years." Obsiden said amusingly. "You sure took your sweet time, Aero."
"Now that that's out of the way, maybe we can focus on our duty." Eise said uneasily.
"Good point." Aero said "Eise, get to work on a second vein of that virus. This time, make it stronger."
"We cannot run the risk of others lasting as long as Prowl." Obsiden said. "We will run a few tests and release it into the atmosphere."
"No!" Eise exclaimed.
"No?" Aero questioned. "Are you really refusing to follow Master Zeenint's orders?"
"We shouldn't have followed them in the first place." Eise stated. "I have followed Zeenint's order's without question for years, but I must draw the line here."
"Master Zeenint will not be pleased." Obsiden informed. "If you are concerned for your life, you will continue to work on the virus."
"But releasing this virus is wrong!" Eise exclaimed. "We were born to protect the people and preserve the laws of the world!"
"Master Zeenint's word is law!" Aero shouted as he drew his blade toward Eise. It a white chrome sword with runes on the side that translated 'Master'. "If he wishes the mortals dead, then it shall be!"
With that said; Aero sheathed his blade and strode across the corridor. He passed between Eise and Obsiden, neither taking a glance at each other. Aero barely walked five feet past when Eise spoke up again.
"We used to mortal, were we not, brother?" Eise asked.
"That was ages ago." Aero stated. "What life we once lived no longer matters."
"You may have pushed away who you are, but I have not." Eise said. "Tell me, do you remember your true name?"
"I do not know how long it has been since I abandoned that name." Aero said.
Eise said nothing after that, clearly disappointed as his brother disappeared into the darkness. Both of them knew Aero left to report to Master Zeenint, him being the only one worthy of being in his presence. Obsiden disappeared into the darkness as well, returning the his patrol of the world. Meanwhile, Eise was forced to return to recreating the virus. And for seven years, Eise lived on without hope of anyone stopping them. Then, hope had arisen in the form of a blue hedgehog.
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