A World Deep in Disorder
Chapter Fifty-Two: Zalthyr's Story
Sorry I haven't written in awhile. This will be a one-chapter saga on Zalthyr, stating his past, along with Zyalia's, in full detail, or at least as fullest as I can. I'm aiming to improve the quality of my writing, and this story still has quite a ways to go… so…
DISCLAIMER (somewhat): I need to make a new one, now. I own the characters, what they look like, and what the transformations look like. Also, others own their own characters. I also own a good amount of attacks and weapons featured. However, use of chakra by the sheikah, use of coins, and the super smash characters that the transformations are based on, I do not own. I own the plotline and setting, too.
…It all came down on him at once…
Zalthyr was mad… at two people. Of course, he was mad at Alex… livid even. His blood now boiled at his very name, which took the only one he had ever really cared about from his life. Secondly, he was mad at himself. He should've been there to help Tess, and not let her be so reckless to prove herself. Zalthyr chose now to close himself off completely from his emotions. This was the first time he felt emotional pain. Never had it happened before, despite his bloody past. He only wanted his revenge.
"Kirth… I ask permission to go after this Alexzander Frost…" Zalthyr stated. Kirth stared back at him. "You seem determined… this is quite rare. I'd say yes, and even if I said no, you'd do it own your own. Problem is, he's a slippery one. We've lost track of him, and he could be anywhere in the human plane of existence. Problem is, even though it's one of the smaller of the six planes of existence, it's still made up of countless upon countless universes, multiverses, dimensions, and the like. It could take centuries to find him… and everything's been destined to blow up in another twenty years according to Almerion… so if such is true, don't even waste your time." Kirth explained.
Zalthyr nodded. "But, milord… couldn't you, yourself stop the end? You are a god, after all." He stated. Kirth's eyes hardened, intensified. Something that was weird to Zalthyr… not even he had seen Kirth's eyes like this before. "The end of everything is actually a terrifying being known as Wrath. He's an entity far above everything; even the gods. When he comes, there will be absolutely nothing safe from his rage, and even the dead plane of existence will be beyond destroyed. This is all just according to Almerion, but hell, knowing how freakishly accurate that religion is, I wouldn't doubt it to be true." Kirth explained.
This freaked out Zalthyr a lot, although his face remained taciturn. His eyes, however, had a flicker of fear. A being above the gods? How is that possible? And with enough might to toss everything below even nothingness? Doesn't seem possible, yet the only one he looked up to believed it to be true.
Zalthyr simply sighed, bowed to Kirth, and left for the balcony. He looked onto the horizon. It was the dark black and blood red sky with vicious bolts of lightning striking down, and the scent of destruction looming in the air. That which would normally cause panic to people actually was pleasant like a sunset to Zalthyr. He realized that with the end coming in two decades, he didn't even have the time to get revenge. He began reflecting on the past.
He never knew who his parents were, nor where his great powers came from. He was the strongest being next to the very four gods, themselves. He had parents… once, but he never remembered much of them. They were both weak humans with power that was mediocre at best. However, how they could bear such a powerful child was a mystery to them. Zalthyr grew up, not caring about his parents, or the world around him, either. He showed no response to anything. However, one day… he learned of his power…
The twelve-year-old boy with white hair and green eyes looked down at his hand. It was glowing with black flames. His parents, astonished, let out a cry of shock; as their son turned to them, showing, for the first time ever, a smirk. He then transformed into a fierce deity-like transformation, and cleaved both of his two parents in two, with but a single swing of his greatsword. "…How useless. Come, sister… we have a new life ahead of us." Zalthyr stated. His sister, who was eight years old at the time, with long black-ish red hair and green eyes, turned to him, and sighed. "Was such necessary?" She asked. "It sure was fun. Whatever, let's go." Zalthyr replied.
In but a single day, the three nearest villages went up in smoke by their hands. Zalthyr looked upon the burning ashes of the village he effortlessly destroyed to test his power. "…That was boring." He stated. "Everything is to you, brother." Zyalia replied. Just then, a figure enveloped in darkness with eerie purple eyes emerged from the flames in the village. "Brother… it looks like you missed one." Zyalia stated. "How sloppy of me." Zalthyr replied, transforming into his fierce deity form, and rushing forward at the figure. Suddenly, his blade was stopped. "What!" He asked in shock.
Just then, he was thrown backwards, and, although not hurt badly, was thrown out of his transformation. Zalthyr and Zyalia were speechless. Someone had just bested Zalthyr. "…I've been watching you two… and the two of you hold incredible strength… power that has been buried deeply in your bloodline for a long while, but never unearthed… until you two. What say you two work for me…? I'm quite interested in your powers, and coming with me will be… an interesting life." The figure stated.
Zalthyr thought about this for a bit. He must know more from the one who bested him. He wanted to get even stronger than he already was, which was preposterously strong. "Sure… but first of all… who are you?" Zalthyr asked. "My name is Kirth, the death god." Kirth stated.
Zalthyr recalled these events quite well. The four gods… Kirth was indeed, the god of death. Fletcher, in fact, the god of light. Kevin, the god of darkness, (which is commonly misconcepted for evil. In reality, light can be evil, and dark can be good, although good and evil are actually just viewpoints, if you think about it.) And finally, Kyle, the god of power. Power and Death were considered the greater two, while light and dark were the lesser two. Was this being called Wrath really far stronger than them all? Everything was destined to fall by that being's hands, though. Zalthyr had no choice now, but to wait… would he be caught in Wrath's megapocalypse of fiery obliteration that none could escape, or would he meet his end sooner? Only time would tell for Zalthyr.
End of Chapter/Saga/Mini-Saga-ThingyWell, I hoped you all liked that. I'm trying to get back into writing, but please give me some time. Reviews boost inspiration, so please do so.
Until Next Chapter,
-Biggoron