A World Deep in Disorder
Chapter Forty-Five: Frozenwind
Well, here's the last chapter of the day, so enjoy it. Oh, and by the way, I may have to shorten future sagas. I've calculated that at the very bare minimum, I'll have 105 chapters, not counting prologue.
DISCLAIMER: Refer to Chapter Nine's Disclaimer.
Last Time: We introduced the islands of Demindor and Alexzander Frost… now, Six years later, what will happen?
Frost Saga Chapter II:
Six years went by. The silver rogues had pretty much left the archipelago alone after that one incident. However, the elder prophets foresaw that the rogues would strike again, but this time, more powerful than before… far more powerful than before. The elders insisted that they begin what many on the mainland are doing, building clans. This could help ensure the safety of the Demindor archipelago. However, the prophet elders were displeased after they received the list of able and powerful fighters. Most of the people on the archipelago were either the unable prophets, or have adapted so much to the peaceful lifestyle that their fighting skills and powers have diminished beyond use. There were only fifteen actual able fighters, so they decided to make one powerful clan to defend the entire archipelago.
The elders chose Alex, now 16, to be the Clanmaster of the archipelago's clan, which he dubbed Clan Frozenwind. Alexzander was the Clanmaster. Directly under him was his second-in-command, a man named Johnson, who was much older, and wiser, but less powerful, than Alex. Under him were the five elites: Tammy, Clay, Mike, Tess, and Boxer. Under those five were the eight normal members, whose names Alex never really got to know, due to the fact that the normal members usually reported to the elites, who reported to the second-in-command, who reported everything to the Clanmaster.
The base of Clan Frozenwind was actually on the outskirts of Demindor, itself. Every month or so, the clan would gather before the elder prophets for any news, jobs, and predictions they might need. Of course, today was one of those days that a meeting was held…
A sixteen-year-old Alex sat in the big chair at one end of the very large table of twenty-two seats. There were ten seats on each side, and a single, larger seat on each end. On one side sat Alex and the fourteen of his clan, while on the other side sat the seven elder prophets… the lead one being in the big chair on the other end. All the elder prophets were aged because; the surviving prophets were all old like this when the evolution occurred. Remember, Almerion is the oldest and most ancient of religions.
Alex now stood (although he was currently sitting) at a height of six feet. He was also more muscular, and in addition to what he normally wore, he now sported a navy blue cape attached to white shoulder pads, and wrist guards… all of which stated his authority as Clanmaster.
Sitting closest to him were Johnson and Boxer. Johnson, Alex's second in command, was a man of twenty-five years old, and had gray hair. His eyes were seemingly black, and he wasn't very muscular, but tall. He stood at 6'2". Boxer was Alex's finest elite. Unlike Johnson, you could tell that Boxer was a big powerhouse. Standing at an even height with Alex, he possessed just as much muscle. He was tan, and had short red hair with amber red eyes, and was seventeen years old.
Next to Johnson was Tess. She was the second strongest of Clan Frozenwind's elites. Quiet, Taciturn, and nobody seemed to bother much with her, as her ways were that of a skilled assassin. She could decapitate most people if they pissed her off, so most stayed away. She only listened to orders from Alex, himself. She had short black hair, and emotionless purple eyes. She stood at about 5'8", and was twenty years old.
Next to Boxer was his girlfriend, Tammy. She was the third strongest Elite of Clan Frozenwind. She was 5'6", and had long golden blonde hair and blue eyes. Her personality, to put it simply, was a whole lot more lively than Tess'. She was sixteen years old.
On the other side of Johnson was Mike, and on the other side of Tammy was Clay. Now, Mike and Clay really can't be distinguished as the fourth and fifth most powerful elites of Clan Frozenwind. They were brothers… and twin brothers, at that. They were even in everything. Their skill, their power, their… somewhat low intelligence, their disposition toward blowing things up, and of course, their looks. Both stood at 5'4", and each had golden blonde hair. The only difference between the two was that Clay had blue eyes, and Mike had red eyes. To their other side sat the eight other members of Clan Frozenwind.
All the prophets on the other side of the table, however, looked pretty much the same. They were a bunch of darkly cloaked figures whose faces couldn't be identified. However, the lead prophet had an ornate and shining white cloak on.
"So… what's the news this month?" Alex asked. "…They will be coming… what I have predicted will happen soon…" The head prophet stated. His voice sounded like that of an old man, which he really was.
Suddenly, everyone in the room seemed to get nervous, with the exception of Alex, who was pretty much fearless, Tess, who was pretty much emotionless, the head elder, who had made the prediction, and Johnson and Boxer were not intimidated.
"How much time do we have?" Alex asked. "They'll be here before next month's meeting is set up… we don't have much time." The head prophet said. "That's plenty of time for me." Alex replied. "Are you sure? It'll be just you fifteen to fifteen hundred." The head prophet stated. Alex smirked. "I like those odds… it's what makes life interesting." He stated. A smirk could be seen from under the head prophet's hood. "Heh… this is why we chose you for Clanmaster. You excel in tactics and strategy almost as much as you excel in fighting, and your morale seems unshakable… we'll place our trust in you… please… make preparations to defend the capital as soon as possible." The head prophet explained. Alex nodded. "Don't worry… I'm not gonna let you down." He replied.
End of Chapter
How'd you like this one? Good? If I get no more distractions tonight, I may just as well whip up another one… I feel generous… I continue to belt out chapters even when the golden week's over... like I can't stop. Don't keep your fingers crossed, though, as a distraction tonight is pretty likely. (Reviews don't count as distractions, but as inspiration!)
Until Next Chapter,
-Biggoron