A World Embroiled in Chaos

Chapter two: The beginning

DISCLAIMER: Refer to chapter one's disclaimer.

A/N: Okay, so let's get down to the actual business. Three days seems like so long, especially since I wrote chapter one before I actually subscribed. The responses to reviews WILL be given here when this stuff is posted. So… onward with the story!

The final hour of world order…

"Lllaaaddiiieessand gentlemen!Thegrandtournamentisproudtobringyouits semi-finals!Judgedbyone ofthefouralmighty gods, himself, thistournamentisthebiggestthing yet!Peoplefromallovertheglobewithskillhavecometocompeteinthis tournament,and now,we'vefinallynarrowedittothetop four!" An announcer blared through the microphone.

The entire stadium cheered. It was packed full of many spectators and competitors. Each wanted one thing: recognition from the god. There was no honor higher than being approved by one of the four gods. When the evolution began, four in specific had a god transformation, one of ultimate power, far beyond that ever seen elsewhere. These four each ruled over their own realm of the alternate exsistence of paradise, and could choose who is, and isn't welcome in it. The gods are not only admired, but feared, as they are rumored to be able to take out the entire planet, itself, or perhaps all that is known, with but a single shot. This alone drove fear and awe of them into the hearts of humans.

The god, known as Kirth, sat confidently from the highest seat in the stadium, which was more like an ornate golden throne, inside a room in the stadium, alone, where the ring could be seen from behind reinforced glass. He wore an all midnight blue colored coat, gray pants, and obsidian colored boots. His eyes were an eerie shade of purple, and his hair was simply black. He began to sip from his goblet of wine. "This should get interesting…it's almost time, too…" He muttered to himself.

"Nnnooooooooooowwww!Heeeeeeeeerrrrreeewehave it! Intheredcorneristhechampionofthe east,thecrimson fireball,theforest fire… Bbbrrrrrreeennnannn!" The announcer continued. Suddenly, a circular part of the ring descended underground, and moments later, came back up into place with a person on top of it. The guy now on the ring, who was obviously the Brennan spoken of, waved to the large mass of people, who cheered in return. Brennan had black hair, and squinted eyes of unidentifiable color. He looked pretty strong, and wore a red Japanese kimono. He then transformed into his Mario form, which looked exactly like Mario, but was a tad more muscular, with squinty eyes, and black hair.

"…Aaaaaaannnnnnnndddinthebluecorneristhekingofthe west,theicy breath,theblizzardof dispair… iiiiiiiiiiiit'sAjax!" The announcer added. Another circular segment of the ring, on the opposite side this time, descended, and came back up with another guy on it. This guy, obviously Ajax, seemed to be a buff American competitor. He was wearing a simple ice blue short-sleeved shirt, gray gym shorts, and common black shoes. His eyes were blue, and his hair was a dark brown. He transformed into his Bowser form, Which was Bowser in an ice blue colored face and shell. His hair became a darker blue, eyes remaining ice blue, and the underbelly was a brown color. The bowser looked pretty muscular.

"Noowwwwthewinnerofthismatchwillfaceoffagainstthefameddemonofthe north,whojustlastmatchnarrowlywonoverthegreatconquerorofthe south!Thewinnerofthatmatchwillrecieveblessingsofoneofthegreat gods, Kirth,aswellasanassortmentofmany other prizes! Now….get ready ….set….and…. beeeeeeggginn!" The announcer blared. The crowd cheered as Brennan took a step closer to Ajax.

"Ready for me to kick your ass?" Brennan asked, in a slightly Mario-like voice. "Not likely." Ajax replied, in a roar of a voice. "I'm the one who's going to be doing the ass kicking!" He added, charging at Brennan, who jumped over his tackle. "Is that all you've-a got?" Brennan asked, shooting a large crimson fireball at Ajax. "Not at all." Ajax replied, blowing a large gust of sub-zero degree wind into Brennan's face. Brennan's widened, as his fireball was engulfed, and the frost continued to him. He sidestepped out of the way of the blast, but it was only inches away from hitting him.

"…Interesting…fire versus ice…and a pretty even battle at that…" Kirth sighed. "…But too bad I can't stay to see the rest of it." Kirth added, finishing the wine in his goblet, getting up, and entering another room via a hidden door. Six very powerful looking humans stood in wait.

Ajax reeled backward from the huge fireball Brennan sent at him. "Give-a-up?" Brennan asked. "Never…I'm just… cooling off…" Ajax said, getting up, and withdrawing into his shell. "…. Blizzard time…" Ajax roared. He began spinning around at fast speeds, and soon ice began to spin around him. He spun faster and faster, creating a tornado, which, due to the ice, turned into a blizzard. "Wha- I can't-a see!" Brennan yelled. Soon enough, Ajax, still spinning in his shell, collided heavily into Brennan's side. Brennan reeled backwards, but caught himself in midair, and used a burning fist to knock Ajax out of his spinning state, and the blizzard receded.

"…My lord Kirth…are the preparations ready?" One of the six asked. "Yes. They are. This is the biggest of the gatherings the world will have for a long time to come…now all the fighters are fatigued, so you guys can take the entire stadium with minimal casualties." Kirth said. "So let me get this straight…" The seemingly weakest of the seven-in-all began. "…We, the generals of your army, are to take all the members we currently have, sweep the stadium, recruiting people, and killing those who refuse?" He asked. "Exactly." Kirth replied. "What do you intend to call all of your army when this is all over?" The seemingly strongest, besides Kirth himself, asked. "…The Silver Rogues." Kirth replied, with a sly grin.

Both Brennan and Ajax looked visibly fatigued. "Let's end this, shall we?" Ajax asked. "Yeah. All or nothing? Strongest technique against strongest?" Brennan asked. "Bring it." Ajax replied, beginning to inhale from within. Brennan began charging up a massive fireball. The entire audience stood in awe. "Whoa! Ican'tbelieve this"- The announcer began, but after realizing that nobody was paying any attention to him, he shut up. A huge blast of pure negative degree ice breath shot forward, while a just as large fireball of an extremely high degree flew forward. The two attacks clashed, and the entire stadium shook. When the dust cleared, both of them were back in their human forms, and unconscious, and a robed figure, one of the six generals, stood in the center of the ring.

"Silver rogues attack!" He said. Seemingly out of nowhere, thousands upon thousands of already transformed fighters, mostly foxes, falcos, marths, and sheiks, all wearing black, swept into the audience, holding some of the spectators with a dagger at the throat. "You have a choice! Pledge your loyalty to the silver rogues, the new holders of the world, or perish here!" The strongest of the six generals yelled. After that, there were many mangled cries. "What the hell is going on here? Why,I'veneverseenthismuch blood! Where's my"- The announcer blared, before his throat was sliced open by a Marth-rogue. There were some cries of surrender, and some cries of death. Blood began to seep everywhere.

The general laughed. "Bring me the ones who pledge loyalty!" He yelled at a nearby sheikah rogue, who, upon his command, began to collect those who pledged loyalty. "Take them to the base." The general said. "Right away!" The sheikah said, saluting, then throwing a deku nut at the ground. There was a small explosion, and a lot of smoke appeared. When the smoke cleared, the many who had chosen the life of chaos were gone.

Suddenly, Tamrin, the one who was going to end up winning the tournament, and the demon of the north came up to the top general. "You will stop this attack at once, or you will die." He said simply. "Why should I? That's not my decision, but the decision of master Kirth." The general said. Tamrin's face paled a bit. "…That will present much of a problem." He sighed. "So what'll it be? Death or a life of chaos?" The general asked. "Neither." Tamrin said, morphing into his sheik form, and throwing his deku nut down with an explosion, and a large puff of smoke. When the smoke vanished, all those who survived and were still in the stadium, vanished. "…That's all of them, then." The general sighed, looking at the corpses of the dead ones strewn upon the stands.

"…Chaos is chaos, and selfish desires may overpower all, but leaving corpses as they are I will not stand." The general sighed. He morphed into his Zelda form (which in his case, is more like a very powerful dark warlock), and then pointed his hand toward the corpses, which disappeared in flashes of light. "May one of the gods accept you into their realm of paradise…" The general sighed.

Meanwhile, Kirth was floating above the stadium, laughing to himself. "You may have escaped now, but it matters not." He chuckled.

So, that day, the great massacre occurred. Most of the world's population was in the grand stadium, and a third of them were killed, a third escaped, and a third joined the silver rogues, and actually became quite fond of their new life. Thus the world fell into chaos, and the escaped ones began to be hunted down, so clan were formed, and thus takes you back to all explained in chapter one….

Coming up: Twenty years later, we come to the setting of clan wildfire. They are led by easily one of the most powerful clan masters, a silent man who barely talks about his past, who, for some reason, in exchange for his greater power, has only two forms instead of three. But when he and the second in command have to leave, and a silver rogue group attacks the clan for a threat far greater than they've ever faced, what is their biggest obstacle? The rogues, or each other?

Okay, there it is. Chapter two: done. Once again, I really appreciate it if, when this is posted, that you guys are giving this story a chance and are actually reviewing it. Thank you, readers.

-Until next chapter,

Biggoron