A World Deep in Disorder

Chapter Forty-Four: New Lands

Well, I'm giving myself a bit of a break. The promise is fulfilled, meaning that the golden week is ended. Chapters won't be as rapid, and expect more on weekdays than weekends.

DISCLAIMER: Refer to Chapter Nine's Disclaimer.

Frost Saga Chapter I:

There lies a place that not many know about. To the far north, one hundred miles north of the great supercontinent, lies an archipelago of which little is known. There are many islands surrounding a larger island, which could be classified as a small continent, known as Demindor. It is a very ancient city, and houses the last known prophets of the thought-to-be-long-dead and abandoned, not to mention all-seeing, religion of Almerion.

On one of the islands surrounding Demindor, called Velenada, lies a small town named Corithide. It is in this town that a legend was born…

A ten-year-old boy was walking down the paths on the outskirts of Corithide. He had Jet Black Hair with silver highlights in it and lightning blue eyes. He was wearing black cargo pants, and a black T-shirt. Even for his young age, he was pretty muscular. His name was Alexzander Frost. Even though he was young, he was the strongest fighter in Corithide, thus making him the village's protector.

Of course, the elder prophets at Demindor were prophets of Almerion, meaning that they were all seeing. After all, the Almerion prophets of old predicted every single event from the future of their time, to when most of them would die out, until the very battle of the gods, and the descending of Wrath into the world, where everything will end by his omnipotent rage.

Now, these prophets, while not as powerful in seeing the future as their ancestors who lived at the dawn of time, were still not to be trifled with. They've predicted something rather disturbing. The silver rogues, (or the black army, as the people of the Demindor archipelago know them as) have been ignoring this island's very existence for awhile. Now, however, they suddenly display interest in the island, and its vast treasures.

The citizens laughed at this. Their island was surrounded by an impenetrable force of nature… the rogues couldn't get through… not in their lifetime! (Which is a long time, mind you, because humans aren't prone to aging after twenty-five).

Unfortunately, Rogues have indeed, passed the tornado that has forever surrounded this lost archipelago, and has hidden it from the outside world. Too late for the elder prophets to do anything but tell the people to listen to them next time, the rogues landed on Velenada, and both seized and destroyed Corithide's neighboring town, Imiel. Their next stop? Corithide. The elders prophesized this, and the people, who now listened, prepared. They sent their town protector far out from the village, to go and intercept the rogues.

…And so, ten-year-old Alexzander Frost simply waited, watching the ocean in front of him, while sitting on a boulder. Soon enough, the rogues would come around this path, and Alex would be ready to destroy them. He transformed into his secondary form: A blood red falco with a lightning blue jacket, and black cargo pants. Instead of the usual blaster that the falco forms had, a beam saber rested at his side.

Kneeling down behind the bushes… he waited for his chance to strike…

…Five minutes away…

The siege force of the island, ten silver rogues, and a standard squad leader, were walking around the corner of the island. "This island really is a nice place… too bad we have to pretty much blow it up." One of the rogues said. The leader sighed. "There aren't much of us, but the people of this archipelago are prophets, not fighters. It'll be easy, just like that last town. Besides we're only destroying the island as a warning to those of Demindor, itself. They must surrender their treasures and ancient lore to us, or far more rogues will come to obliterate the place… it's orders from Zalthyr, orders that actually came from Kirth, himself." The leader explained. The rogue nodded. "I guess I get it now…" He said. Suddenly, there was a scream, and blood flew everywhere.

"What happened?" The leader asked. One of his rogues, not even given a chance to transform, lay dead on the ground. A blood red falco jumped out at him with a beam sword, and decapitated him in a single stroke. The rest of the rogues transformed and looked at Alex-Falco.

"Who are you?" The leader asked, transforming into a mighty Ganondorf form. "You're the ones invading the islands. Why should I have to give my name if you don't give yours?" Alex asked. "Fuck it. ATTACK!" The leader asked, as the nine remaining rogues rushed at Alex, who ran at a speed in which afterimages appeared behind him. With a wide swing, he decapitated two rogues at once with his beam saber, and then used it to disembowel a third. Six more came at him. One was a Roy, and slashed Alex with his sword, only for Alex to turn his reflector on, causing the blade to bounce off, and embed itself in the rogue's skull. Five more. A rogue transformed into a Marth form, and attacked Alex, who sliced through the blade with his beam sword, and stabbed it through the guy's face. Four more. The remaining four rushed him at once, all from different directions, forming an X, with Alex in the middle. One was a Link, one was a ganondorf, one was a Captain Falcon, and the last was a Young link. Alex smirked, and jumped high into the air.

The rogues didn't realize this until too late. The Link stabbed the young link through the face, and the young link ended up stabbing the link through… in between the legs, causing the link to simply die of severe pain. The ganondorf and captain falcon's fists collided with each other's skulls, thus killing each other at once. All of this was accidental. Alex then landed back in the center, looking at the corpses. He especially felt bad for whoever it was in the Link form. Then, looking forward, he realized that something wasn't right. The leader wasn't there, anymore. Suddenly, he felt a great pain in his back. The leader snuck up behind him, and withdrew his sword (that cool blade that it sometimes shows ganondorf swinging around when he wins, but never actually uses). With four slashes that couldn't be seen by the naked eye, he made a deep wound that looked like a II in Alex's back. Alex groaned in pain, and turned around.

"You'll regret doing that." He stated, dodging under the blade, and shoving his beam sword straight through the leader's heart. The leader coughed up blood, fell down, and died. Alex transformed back into his human form. "My name… is Alexzander Frost." He then muttered to the corpses who were beyond hearing. Walking away, he muttered: "That's probably gonna be a scar…"

End of Chapter

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Until Next Chapter,

-Biggoron