A World Deep in Disorder

Chapter Fifty-Three: The Next Saga

Well, nothing much to say, besides "Here's the next chapter."

DISCLAIMER: Refer to last chapter's disclaimer.

Note: These sagas are not in chronological order. Badge's Saga is three years before AWEIC, like this one will be. Harris' saga takes place nine years before AWEIC, and Alex's seven years before AWEIC, at the same time as the third portion of the Kyle/Alyssa saga, which will be the last of the story.

Ben Saga Chapter I:

The destruction of the silver rogues knew no bounds. Towns destroyed, cities obliterated. With the exception of the central region, all towns were wiped out, and clans rose in their place. However, one simple ranch survived the destruction. The rogues, their work seemingly done, have disappeared entirely, meaning a bright future for this simple ranch, which was the chief supplier of milk for the central cities.

A twelve-year-old Ben walked out of his simple house at the far side of the ranch. He was wearing simple clothes that didn't stand out very much. It was morning, and the sun was just rising in the sky. He hated the ranch life. Sure, it was where he was born and raised, but in truth, he wanted to go out and explore the world. That wasn't about to happen, though. He had to get through the painstakingly boring process of taking the milk to Grandville via covered wagon, and then going to school. After that, he'd have to come home, hand over the money he collected, (which he was only given a tenth of) and then do his chores, sleep, and start the process over. How fun… not.

Ben sighed. Such was his fate, though. He jumped in the covered wagon, which was being pulled by two horses. Ten large containers of milk were on the back of the wagon, and he pulled on the reins to make the horses move. Such began his usual six o' clock quiet trek to Grandville. The ranch was fairly close to the central region, but was actually part of the northern region. In fact, it was northwest of Grandville, and after an hour of going through the forests, he'd reach the plains of the central region. Nobody would hassle him in the plains, but in the hour of forest… well, he had to go through the same thing every day.

Suddenly, as he rounded the corner, two masked men with pitchforks riding oversized retarded-looking mules rode forward, shouting their odd war cries. "Woooeeeaaaaaahhhhhh!" They each shouted. Ben rolled his eyes. "Here we go… again…" He sighed, transforming into his Fox form. The two masked-mule-on-crack-riding-pitchfork-wielding-native-war-cry-yelling-bandits were pursuing the wagon, which was being pulled by the horses as fast as they could. In fact, the horses knew this route so well, they didn't need Ben to steer them.

Ben lay down on the back of the covered wagon, and whipped out his blaster. He shot at one, but for some reason the bandits were wearing mirror armor that made the laser bounce off of them. "So… they're getting smarter…" Ben smirked, as the bandits drew closer. This time, Ben aimed at the oversized mules, and shot them both down, causing the bandits to fall off their steeds, and onto the ground. "…But not smart enough." He then sighed, putting his blaster away.

However, after another fifteen minutes, the bandits returned. This time, even their steeds were equipped with the armor. "Interesting." Ben stated, pushing the milk back, and getting on the very back, while taking out his beam sword. As the nearest one approached to destroy the milk, Ben sliced his head clean off. The other one noticed this, and rode away. Ben smiled, and put his beam sword away. "Guess that's all for the day." He stated. Unfortunately, he couldn't have been more wrong. That last bandit was running away… to get help.

Now but five minutes away from the plains, or the safe area, Ben realized that he was once again being followed… only this time, by eight bandits, all looking the exact same, steeds, armor, and all, even shouting the same similar war cry "Woooeeeaaaaaahhhhhh!" consecutively, which, needless to say, got annoying.

"Not giving up… this is new, usually it on takes one try of shooting them down before they leave me alone… guess I have to wait to leave the forest for them to leave me alone today." Ben sighed, and surveyed his surroundings. The forest path didn't allow them to surround him, but he was outnumbered. They were all wearing mirror armor, so his beam sword was needed, but if he used that, one of the other seven could easily attack his cargo…. Unless…

Ben went to the back, and unsheathed his beam sword. Snapping his fingers, a duplicate of him appeared as a blue outline; a little trick he picked up earlier. With two of him, he was able to fend off any bandit that came near the wagon. With four bandits still following him, he made it to the plains… but the bandits still followed.

"Ok… definitely new… bandits never follow me out of the forest." Ben sighed, now angry. The four bandits had surrounded the covered wagon on all sides. "Crap… if they wound the horses, then I'll be pretty much helpless… damn, they have gotten more bold…" He sighed. As he said, two bandits were nearing the horses, while the other two were still going after the cargo.

"That's it." Ben stated. Suddenly, he began to move at speeds so fast that it didn't look like he was actually moving. If you saw it, it would look as if Ben was standing there, and an outline of him suddenly appeared in front of each bandit, and all cutting the bandit's heads off simultaneously. Ben then sighed, and transformed back to his human form. "That was definitely weird…" He sighed, shaking his head, and riding into the city, where he received his payment of a hundred coins, although he would only get ten coins for himself.

…And the usual cycle continued…

End of Chapter

Well, I'll be writing more, now. Though I'll be gone from the 23rd-29th, I'll try to write as much as I can before and after then. Anyways, expect another chapter later today.

-Biggoron

(P.S: And yes, that was quite similar to the Gorman bros. chase on Majora's mask, which I don't own).