A World Deep in Disorder

Chapter Three: Change

Kyle/Alyssa saga chapter I:

…Three days later…

…Alizano Town… A small town far to the north. Nothing abnormal happens hear… it is the ideal peaceful town, surrounded by the densest amounts of forest possible, with pristine rivers flowing through the town every here and there… The houses, here, are nice. Very nice. Each one looked like a millionaire's private home…

A seven-year-old Kyle walked down the stairs into his living room, where his parents were on the couch watching the TV-wide eyed. On the TV, it showed skyscrapers in the south collapsing, and the more laid-back country towns were burning. People were dying, and modern civilization, as they knew it, was vanishing, collapsing into a pile of smoldering rubble. A reporter was talking on the TV.

"As you can clearly see, this new organization, the Silver Rogues, as they are called, is destroying all of modern civilization. They first appeared at a massacre at the grand stadium, and expanded their range of destruction outwards. Within the first twenty-four hours, all of the world's leaders and government were destroyed. These Silver Rogues are said to number over four billion, and are lead by the greater god Kirth…" The reporter was saying, before an explosion rocked the camera, and the TV turned to nothing but static.

"Kyle…stay here…your mother and I are going out for awhile…" His father stated, with a look of pure fear in his eyes. Kyle's parents then promptly left the house together. "…Weird…they haven't looked at me that before…" Kyle muttered to himself, after his two parents had left the house. He could only wonder what his brother was up to…he'd been going out on the streets a lot for a nine-year-old.

…At the town hall…

The whole of the adult body of Alizano had gathered at the town hall. After Kyle's mother and Father entered, the meeting began…

"I'm sure you all have heard about that bloody greater god, Kirth, and his silver rogues, who've been causing destruction all over the world. There is no doubt that the destruction will spread here…we need to create an army as soon as possible, in the case we must defend ourselves." The speaker, Lord Amelgard, as he was called, stated.

Though all the houses looked grand, none matched the status of the Lord's. He was the richest man in the northern region. His manor was absurdly large, and was modeled after a marble temple on the outside, though the inside was quite modern, indeed. It was situated at the northernmost part of the village, on top of a large hill, and surrounded by a big wall. The man himself was a billionaire. He had bright red hair on his head, and in his elegant moustache. He wore a large cloak of gold and red. His skin was rather pale; he had dark blue eyes, and appeared to be in his early forties. Of course, seeing how it was Lord Amelgard speaking, everyone was giving him their attention.

Everyone began to talk amongst themselves. "Of course… we need one to lead our army… and I vote it be Lord Michelus." Lord Amelgard spoke, and everyone looked toward Lord Michelus, who was standing alone by the doorway.

Lord Michelus was a huge man around his mid-thirties. Fact is, that he and Lord Amelgard were both these ages at the time of the evolution, making them both the most respected people in the village. Lord Michelus was very muscular, and had dark brown hair, and steel blue eyes. He wore a silver coat, casual jeans, and normal brown shoes, not to mention that his eyes were covered by stylish black shades. Now, of the two lords in the village, Lord Amelgard was more respected for his fortune, while Lord Michelus was more respected for his fighting skills.

"Does it have to be me? I told you a long time ago, that I gave up fighting…" Lord Michelus stated. "Really? Is your giving up of fighting more important than the lives of everyone in the village?" Lord Amelgard asked. "…My wife lost her life because of battle." Lord Michelus said in a creepily serious tone. "…And I will not enter it again, understand?" He then added.

Lord Amelgard seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then paused, and came up with a clever idea. "You know… your nephew… has the blood type of X, does he not?" He asked, while smirking. Lord Michelus sighed to himself. He knew where he was going to go with this, and he wasn't liking it. "…Kyle? …Yes…" Lord Michelus stated.

Lord Amelgard made an evil grin. "Of course, you do realize that he's a freak, just like Kirth… he shouldn't even be considered of the human race!" He began, causing Lord Michelus to roll his eyes under his shades. "…Everyone knows this, inside and outside of the village. You, being the only one who sticks up for him… it's the only reason we haven't already killed him…before he can become an overly powerful freak like Kirth. The entire human race hates him already, and it hasn't even been a week after the coliseum incident. Everyone can tell he's a greater freak just like Kirth…just by looking at the unnaturally fierce intensity of his eyes... the eyes of a greater god. We can all have him killed if we wished… if you don't lead our new army!" Lord Amelgard exclaimed.

"Leave him out of this! Just because Kirth's plunging the world into chaos, doesn't mean Kyle will, too!" Lord Michelus replied. "No… you say that now, but he'll soon become a being of ultimate power who'll only want more, and get more through destruction alone. Everyone knows this, so the freak needs to die." Lord Amelgard stated. Lord Michelus paused. "…You're all fools… but you leave me with little choice." He said, finally giving in. "I'll lead your army." He then added.

"Good." Lord Amelgard stated, with a triumphant smirk upon his face. "We will begin immediately." He then added.

Meanwhile, a nine-year-old Josh was outside of the meeting place, looking in through a window in the roof. "Heh… it's true everyone wants to do him in… but it would be cool if I got the powers, instead… I'm the older brother… so I should've had the blood type X…" He grumbled to himself, jumping off of the roof with lots of agility, and going back to his house.

Meanwhile, Kyle was bored, and watching the TV. "This just in. Traema town has just fallen at the hands of a bunch of Silver Rogue Assailants. More news, after the break." The reporter said.

Kyle looked up at the ceiling. 'Hm… Traema town is only four days away from here…' He thought. He then decided to shut off the TV, and go into the basement, the personal training gym that his father built. Transforming into his Young Link from, the only form he could currently use, seeing as how it was only three or four days ago that he acquired his transformation powers, he took out his sword, and began to slash at the various dummies set around the area, and using his bow to shoot down various targets, as well. He knew that this training would gradually make him stronger. What he didn't know, was that, in addition to his own skills, the forces inside him, the dormant force of the greater god, signified by the blood type X, and his somewhat supernatural-looking eyes, was slowly, but surely, awakening, as well…

End of Chapter

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Until Next Chapter,

-Biggoron