A World Deep in Disorder

Chapter Thirty-Six: Another New Story

Well, nothing much to say. Special thanks to all reviewers so far.

DISCLAIMER: Refer to chapter nine's disclaimer.

Harris Saga Chapter I:

Many tales circulate around a highly respected and world-renowned warrior named Harold. Having won many battles against the silver rogues, he had enough of the fighting, and handed his position of Clanmaster to another's capable hands, and retired to a private manor in an oasis of the desert region with his wife, to start a family, just the two of them, their growing son and daughter, and two nephews whose parent, Harold's brother, had died. Therefore, Harold decided to take care of them.

Time passed, and the children grew. Harold's son, who he named Harris, was now twelve. His daughter, whose name was Alicia, was now eight. The two nephews, Harris and Alicia's cousins, were Jase, who was thirteen, and Austin, who was the same age as Harris. This is their story…

A twelve-year-old Harris sat down, and watched his two cousins spar, like they usually did. This was Harris before his ancient martial arts, and before he wore his signature mask. What did his face look like behind the mask? I'll leave that up to your imagination.

Jase and Austin were in an intense, but friendly sparring match… still. These could sometimes last for hours. Jase was in his sheik form, which was Jase's normal face, which had brown hair and blue eyes, and was wearing a blue shirt with a red crying eye emblem on it. Austin was in his Samus form, which was simply a red chozo (Is that right, Metroid fans? I'm not all that much a big Metroid player…) suit, and Austin's face was unidentifiable behind the visor.

The two seemed to be, for the most part, on par. The only difference was that Jase was usually one or two steps ahead of Austin. Austin would shoot a missile; Jase would appear behind Austin and throw a kunai at him. Austin would use his grapple beam, and Jase would jump over it and pin Austin to the ground. Austin would use his really big charge-up shot, and Jase would throw needles at him right when the charging was almost completed. It was pretty much a big series of things like that. …And if Austin were to wait for Jase to make the first move, Jase would make it too fast for him to deliver a block or a counterattack. This, however, did not prevent Austin from trying, and he sometimes got a good hit or two in on Jase. However, it was Jase who came out on top each and every time.

Austin curled up, and began dropping bombs, but Jase disappeared from below, and reappeared above Austin, and smashed him back down to the ground as if he were but a volleyball. "That's game." Harris sighed from the sidelines. The two transformed back into their human forms. Jase, as expected had brown hair and blue eyes. Austin was practically the spitting image of his older brother, but had a younger face, and his hair was a tad lighter. He was also a bit shorter than Harris, who was a bit shorter than Jase.

"Hey, Harris, want to spar later?" Jase asked. "Sure." Harris replied. "Good… at least you can't tell who's gonna win matches when you two spar." Alicia, who was also watching on the sidelines, said. She had semi-short blonde hair, and brown eyes. "Oh come on! Matches between Jase and I aren't that boring are they?" Austin asked. Alicia shook her head. "You're good, but not as good as Harris and Jase, who are both on par." Alicia said. "I guess that much is true…" Austin sighed.

"Hey, sis, how come you never participate?" Harris asked. "I'm weak. Any of you could accidentally kill me in a sparring match." Alicia stated. Jase, Austin, and Harris simply shrugged. "Whatever. You're just afraid." Jase said. "Damn right I'm afraid." Alicia replied. "…Not only that, but there have been reports of silver rogues wandering these areas… so you three should be careful. No doubt that they'll get thirsty, and come to this oasis. Then, they'll get suspicious of this manor…" Alicia explained. "Silver rogues, eh?" Austin asked.

Jase grinned. "Hey Harris… I have an idea." He said to Harris. "…I'm listening." Harris replied. "Instead pf the traditional sparring match, what say you to a little contest?" Jase asked. Harris nodded. "Sure." He said. "The three of us go find the silver rogues. Whoever gets the most kills wins? Whaddaya say?" Jase asked. Harris nodded. "Sounds like fun." He said. "Indeed. Count me in." Austin added in.

…Later that day…

Harris, Austin, and Jase had found the silver rogues walking around in the area. The three were hiding behind a conveniently placed boulder that randomly and miraculously appeared in the desert. "Seventeen… eighteen, nineteen, twenty. There are twenty. Most kills wins. Ready?" Jase counted, and then asked. The other two nodded. Harris transformed into his most powerful and reliable form, his Mario form, while Jase and Austin turned into their favorite forms, too: Sheik and Samus.

"Three… two… one… GO!" Jase exclaimed, and the three were off like lightning. The first five or so rogues that were killed didn't even have time to know what was attacking them, and were killed without even being able to transform. The others transformed, but between missiles and energy shots from Austin, the quick maneuvers of Jase, and the fierce and fiery skills of Harris, they didn't last long. At all. Twenty rogues lay dead in the desert that day.

"So… what are the totals?" Jase asked. "I didn't win… but I got five…" Austin stated. "I got seven…" Jase said. "Eight." Harris added in. "Damn it! Only one off!" Jase exclaimed. "Looks like I win this round." Harris smirked. "Guess so." Jase admitted. Austin looked up at the sky. It was getting dark. "It's getting late, and the desert isn't the best place to be at night… we should head back to the manor." Austin said. The other two nodded and agreement, and they all headed back home.

…Meanwhile…

Zyalia was sitting on her throne inside of her mighty stronghold in the far reaches of the eye of the eternal sandstorm, her long black-red hair flowing behind her head. She was the third strongest of the silver rogues, meaning that she was extremely powerful, and held very high command over all the rogues. Only her older brother and Kirth himself surpassed her abilities.

It was then that a slightly above average silver rogue entered the room. "Your gracefulness, I regret to deliver you bad news…" The rogue said. Zyalia rolled her eyes. "This better not be concerning the scroll of Averis…" She said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "It is… the twenty rogues that we sent to the site of the scroll have been slaughtered. The only person who could've done such a thing is Harold, the legendary warrior." The guard explained.

"Damn! Hopefully he doesn't know about that scroll… the thing's one of a kind, you know. It was a scroll made by a special ancient tribe who once ruled the world long ago, long before the age of evolution, by their legendary martial arts alone. Do you know that scroll is the only known record of their techniques? Imagine what one could do by combining those techniques with the transformations? Kirth wants it badly, and has instructed me to retrieve it… and it's buried in that area… if the excavation team's dead… then Harold must know about the scroll, and want it for himself… that's it. Gather up any rogues here and nearby. I will personally see to it that Harold and his family falls!" Zyalia exclaimed.

End of Chapter

How is it? A good way for another saga to begin? Let me know in a review, please.

Until Next Chapter,

-Biggoron