A World Deep in Disorder

Chapter One: The Dark Age begins…

A/N: Well, without further ado, it's about time I got on this probably highly anticipated story. Enjoy, my friends. I know I was supposed to wait until June, but… SCREW waiting! It's close enough!

DISCLAIMER: Refer to the Sneak Preview's Disclaimer.

Inside the ruins of the coliseum, right after the massacre, which took place in A World Embroiled in Chaos', second chapter…

Kirth looked in satisfactory at the empty stadium. Only he and his generals, not to mention his second in command, remained. He decided to let his rogues loose into the world, so they could go around freelancing, destroying all the modern towns that the humans spent so much effort and money in building, and killing all as they went. Kirth just unleashed the Dark Age upon the world, and he couldn't be happier.

"Ahh… don't you love the smell of fresh blood in the morning?" Kirth asked. "Technically, it isn't morning. It's like one in the morning… and that blood was spilled at midnight… it's beginning to get a bit crusty." Kevin, by far the youngest of Kirth's generals, stated. At only eight years, it was strange to find one that young working for darkness, especially since the powers of transformation came into effect at the age of seven. (I don't need to put a description, do I? It's the Kevin from last story). Kirth looked down at his young general. "You're a satanic little child, aren't you? Killing so many people… only a year after he obtained his powers… well done, Kevin." Kirth stated, patting Kevin on the head. "Don't… touch…me." Kevin stated. "Yep. He's a satanic little bastard. I like him." Kirth remarked. The others all laughed, save Yirek.

"Yirek? Haven't been in the best of moods, lately?" Zyalia asked. "…Not really. I'd like to be alone, now." Yirek replied. "Oh, don't mind him, Zyalia. He's just cold like that." Orgoth stated. "I wonder…" Zyalia stated.

"Eeeheeheeehee! That was fun! Let's do it again!" Meyrg exclaimed. "…Well, we can't. Not yet. We kind of just slaughtered everyone in the stadium, and unless you can resurrect them, they aren't coming back." Tirios stated. "Aw…but it was so much fun…" Meyrg stated. Meanwhile, Zalthyr was off in the corner, sulking like he usually did. "…"

"Oh, come on, brother, at least talk once in awhile!" Zyalia said to her older brother. "There is no need for talking unless necessary. We've done what we came here for: Recruiting more followers, while slaying the resistance, and stirring up chaos in the world. All we need now is to wait for Kirth's orders…" Zalthyr said, in the cold, quite, and emotionless voice he always used. "You're so boring." Zyalia commented. Zalthyr just sighed, and moved away from his 'annoying little sister.'

Kirth decided to pull out his black crystal ball. "So… I let them loose a half hour ago… time to see how they're faring." He stated, as images appeared in the dark sphere. He looked into it, smirked, and put the crystal ball of onyx away.

"Heh… the rogues, with my head assassin at the spearhead, have already taken down the first town, and slaughtered all who were in it." Kirth stated. Some of the other generals let out sly grins. Those who didn't were Yirek, (because he isn't enjoying this) Kevin, (because at this point in time, he was almost as emotionless as Zalthyr) and Zalthyr (because Zalthyr shows difficulty expressing any type of emotion.

"Say, boss… I mean, your godliness… why haven't you appointed me as the spearhead?" Tirios asked. "Simple. I asked the head assassin to become a general, but for some reason, he declined. He's actually a whole lot stronger than you and Meyrg. He's in the same level of power as Yirek, to be honest." Kirth stated. The others nodded, except for Meyrg and Tirios. Not only did they have to live with being less powerful than an eight-year-old, but also they had to live with the fact that a non-general was stronger than they were. However, they did posses terrible, and highly-feared power, nonetheless.

Kirth sighed to himself, and smirked. He was really enjoying this. However, his eyes suddenly widened. "Zalthyr…" Kirth stated, sounding somewhat alarmed. "What is it, milord?" Zalthyr asked. "…I've just sensed an enormous power… it would appear that the other greater god has just got the ability to use his transformations…" Kirth stated. "What shall I do?" Zalthyr asked. "If we don't kill him while he's young, he may prove to put a few hitches in our plans. Send for my top assassin." Kirth stated. Before Zalthyr even replied, a figure appeared on the top of the stadium's great walls.

"You called, master?" The figure asked. He was in his sheikah form. He had two long scimitars at his side, and was clothed in all black. His eyes were seemingly black, and his hair was a dark brown color. Kirth looked up at his head assassin. "Ah, Ace, my head assassin, your efficiency pleases me. I have a new assignment, one of much higher importance than any I've ever given you before." Kirth began. "I'm listening." Ace replied. "The only one who could possibly threaten my power has just received the ability to transform. Go to Alizano town to the north, and assassinate him before he grows up, and becomes a true threat to me." Kirth stated. "As you wish." Ace replied, bowing a little, and then running off so fast it appeared as though he vanished where he stood. "Now that's the type of personality I want to see from all of my followers." Kirth stated. Ace now ran full speed toward Alizano town, a small and peaceful town in the northern region of the supercontinent, with intent to kill the one other, besides Kirth, who possesses blood type X.

End of Chapter

Well, I hoped that you all liked it. Below I'm going to give a few descriptions to stir up some memories. Hope they'll help. Besides that, I'll see you all next chapter! (Note: This is still not the official beginning. I have another story I'm working on, and I'm not going to start consistently updating this until school gets out).

-Biggoron

Blood Type X: The blood type that can only belong to the greater gods. Only a maximum of two can have this blood type at a time in existence. This signifies that the person has greater eyesight, reflexes, strength, hearing, etc, than all other humans, and also signifies their absurdly strong transformations.

Tirios: The weakest of Kirth's generals. He was slain at the hands of Alyssa in chapter 8 of A World Embroiled in Chaos.

Meyrg: The second to weakest. Crazy ass name due to the fact his parents were high when they named him. Slain in chapter 18 of the previous story by, once again, Alyssa.

Kevin: One of the main characters from the last story, the lesser god who bested Fletcher. This is him as a somewhat satanic eight year old, being the youngest person ever to join the silver rogues, one year after his transformations came into use.

Yirek: A character you should remember. Was positioned at the southern coast in the last story, but switched sides.

Orgoth: The next to strongest general. Big, burly, and stationed in the mountains of the west. Died at the hands of Ben chapter 52 of the previous story.

Zyalia: Zalthyr's younger sister, and Kirth's strongest general. Commanded rogues in the desert of the east. Died at the hands of Harris in chapter 55 of the previous story.

Zalthyr: Remember him? You should. Zyalia's older brother, and the second in command of all the rogues. Never shows any emotion. Died at the hands of Alyssa in the final chapter of the previous story.

Kirth: Ok, no reason why you shouldn't remember him. The lord of all silver rogues, and the greater god of darkness. The epitome of evil, Kirth commands unlimited power. However, it was in the final chapter of the previous story that Kyle took him out, in exchange for his own life, as well…

Hopefully, that'll refresh your memory…