A World Deep in Disorder
Chapter Sixty-Three: Tamrin's Chapter
Well, I'm making this story a bit shorter than originally planned… but it's all for the better. I want to finish this up before summer ends, and when it's finished; a web page will be made on this series. After this chapter, all that remains are the Yureidoru, Kevin, and Kyle/Alyssa sagas. Rough estimate: 20 chapters after this one, quite possibly less or more. Now, this chapter takes place before the grand coliseum tournament.
DISCLAIMER: Refer to previous chapter's Disclaimer.
Tamrin's StoryTamrin sighed, as he looked at the Grand Coliseum that stood before him. There was none other like it in the world. Today, the place was empty, but tomorrow night, it'd be filled to the brim. The best fighters from all over the world would come… the audience would be packed. Almost all of the entire world would be coming to the annual grand tournament held each year… they always do.
Of course, this year, Tamrin was finally competing. He was the same as he always looked, around his late thirties, with short red hair and blue eyes, and his green robes. Ever since he was young, he dreamed of fighting in the grand coliseum. Now, he felt as if he was ready. Not only would this be his first year of competing in the grand coliseum, but also it was the first year that one of the fabled greater gods would be watching over. The prize would not only be an unimaginable bounty of riches and superb fame, but blessings from this god, as well. All the more reason for Tamrin to compete.
He wondered what kind of people he'd be facing. As of this point, he was the strongest fighter from the entire northern region… giving him the nickname 'Demon of the North.' Last year, a man named Zeltus, a fierce man who dominated all in the southern region, giving him the nickname conqueror of the south, took the prize. Tamrin wondered if he'd be competing again… 'Cause it was likely that he'd run into Zeltus if he were.
Suddenly, a huge bolt of lightning crashed out of nowhere, and rain began to fall at a heavy pace. Tamrin sighed. "Might as well get back to the hotel…" He stated, going back towards Grandville. Although he didn't notice, three figures were standing by the wall of the grand coliseum as he left.
Those three figures were Kirth, Zalthyr, and Zyalia. Kirth was leaning up against the wall quite lazily, and Zalthyr and Zyalia were standing side-by-side in front of him. "Is everything in place?" Kirth asked. Zyalia nodded. "Everything's all set on my part… the massacre seems to be going all according to plan… the tournament's continuing as scheduled, and nobody suspects a single thing. The others have been notified, and are on their way now." She reported.
Kirth nodded. "Good… and what about you, Zalthyr?" He asked. Zalthyr just kind of gave a non-chalant nod that Kirth knew meant 'Anyone who suspected anything is dead.' "…Good." Kirth stated. "Then all will be set for tomorrow night." He then added. The three then spontaneously disappeared as though they were never there.
"…Um… hello? Anyone there…?" An old man with an umbrella said as he passed by. For a minute, he thought he saw three people hanging around by the coliseum… when it's clearly closed at the moment. "…Hm." The old man sighed. "I've lived for 216 years, and my mind's never played any tricks on me like that…" He mumbled, then thinking: 'Heh… I love this evolution… I was in my mid-sixties when it came around, so I won't shrivel up and die like ol' Joe did.'
Suddenly, an abnormally strong gust of wind came around, and blew the umbrella out of the old man's hands. "Ah! Stupid wind…" He exclaimed, starting to chase after his umbrella. The wind tossed the umbrella around until it stopped at a random alleyway on the outskirts of Grandville.
"Stupid… Wind…" The old man huffed, grabbing for his umbrella. "Well, well… two hundred-sixteen years, eh? That's quite a long time… unfortunately, you're living streak stops now…" A female voice chuckled. The old man suddenly noticed Zyalia stepping out of the shadows. "Wha- you!" The old man exclaimed, before the fires of hell consumed him before he even felt anything.
…The next Day…
Tamrin woke up, got himself ready, and went to the café to get himself his morning coffee. As he drank, he overheard a few things that the people behind him were saying. Naturally, they'd be talking about the tournament.
"Have you heard the news! Zeltus is returning this year!" One of the men exclaimed. "Are you serious! He'll take the tournament again, easily! After all, he is the world champion!" The second of the three stated. "Isn't he supposed to be the most powerful warrior second to only the gods?" The third asked. "Yeah… that's him." The first replied.
Tamrin shuddered. Someone who's second only to the gods? That's some scary stuff…
The guy sitting next to Tamrin suddenly laughed. "Well, looks like this year people like us will finally have a challenge!" He exclaimed. Tamrin looked at the man. He was buff, and wore a simple ice blue short-sleeved shirt, gray gym shorts, and common black shoes. His eyes were blue, and his hair was dark brown.
"I guess so. Is this your first year competing, too?" Tamrin asked. "Fuck yah!" The man exclaimed. "…And I'll be taking home the prize! Name's Ajax, what's yours?" He then asked. "I'm Tamrin." Tamrin stated. "Nice to meat ya. Where are you from?" Ajax asked. "Oh. I come from a rich town up north called Alizano. I left to pursue my dream of becoming a strong and accomplished fighter, and there's no better way to prove that than by winning this." Tamrin explained.
"Heh… you're my type of guy, ya know that? I come from the mountains of the west… the ice capped ones that not many people ever bother to visit, and I'm here for pretty much the exact same reasons, buddy." Ajax stated. Tamrin smirked. '…And he's calling me buddy, already… does everyone trust so easily, nowadays?' He thought.
"So… what was it like having to leave your family?" Ajax asked. Tamrin smirked. "I could be asking you the very same question, Ajax." He replied. "Well, my family let me go, and actually encouraged it… they were all nice people who only wanted me to follow my dreams…" Ajax explained. Tamrin nodded slightly. "Lucky you." He said softly.
"Eh? Why do you say that?" Ajax asked. "…Because… my entire family was wiped out by a mysterious disease that hasn't even been discovered and identified… the only family I have left is my older brother. He used to be a nice guy, but he lost sight of what's important in life…" Tamrin explained.
"What do you mean… what happened?" Ajax asked, now extremely curious. "…He put money before family… all that he wanted was money to make himself powerful, and his family were only tools to get him just that. Especially his wife… oh, how sorry I felt for her. He treated her like she was nothing… perhaps less… and she died giving birth to the most beautiful little girl I've ever seen in my lifetime… that was the last I saw her, just before I came here, she was only six… hadn't even grown into her first transformation, yet." Tamrin sighed, remembering it all.
"Oh… what your brother's name?" Ajax asked. "Many referred to him as Lord Amelgard… billionaire of Alizano… most wealthy man on the planet. His daughter's name… my niece… is named Alyssa. How I hope that my brother's treating her well right now… though that's a low probability." Tamrin said.
"Oh… that's some story… do you have any love interests?" Ajax asked. "I did… once. She was killed at the hands of a man named Zalthyr, and since then, I told myself that I'd never love another woman… and I haven't. I hope that that bastard Zalthyr dies one day… if not by my hand… by someone else's." Tamrin sighed.
Ajax sighed, now feeling depressed for his new friend, and his particularly rough past. After a moment of silence, Ajax was the first to speak. "Hm… I highly doubt it, but what if it was your niece who'd get revenge for you?" He asked. Tamrin had to give a solemn smirk at this. "I couldn't picture her… that little six-year-old… not even grown into her first transformation… so innocent to the dark sides of life… end up killing that heartless murderer." He said wearily. "Ya never know, bud… ya never know…" Ajax sighed.
…And so, the two talked all day, on more pleasant topics, and became fast friends. Soon enough, evening came, and it was time for the opening ceremonies in the coliseum to begin…
"Welcome one and all… to the world fighting tournament of 2278. I congratulate one and all for coming to compete from all corners of the globe, to fight under such conditions, against one another, with the risk of getting your ass kicked and end up looking like a moron while the whole goddamn world is watching, which is more than likely. Blah, blah, blah, whatever, just get to the waiting rooms, and get ready to be called out to fight." The opening ceremony announcer stated, then quickly getting off the center platform, leaving the entire crowd of fighters bewildered.
"Whoa… must be a different opening ceremony man than the usual…" Ajax laughed. "I'll say." Tamrin replied, as they followed the other fighters down into the waiting rooms.
…Of course, the fights went along swimmingly for Tamrin. Having the title demon of the north had to be saying something. I'm not even going to bore you with all of the matches that ended in less than thirty seconds; I'm just going to skip right on to the significant part…
Evening became night, as the semifinals were coming underway. The announcer now actually cared about what was going on, but he was very loud…
…In the waiting room…
"So… you're the demon of the north, aren't ya?" Ajax asked Tamrin, who only smirked. "Guess the secret's out." He replied. "Relax. They call me the king of the west. I'm in the same league that you are." Ajax stated. "Good… well, may the best man win." Tamrin sighed. "Definitely… but who knows… I may be fighting someone else, and perhaps lose. Or you could lose, too. We may fight each other, but who cares… let's just see how the semifinals are paired…" Ajax replied, and Tamrin nodded.
"WILL TAMRIN AND ZELTUS PLEASE REPORT TO THE ARENA!"
"Well, well… guess I'm up." Tamrin said. "Knock that guy off his high horse, bud!" Ajax exclaimed, as Tamrin headed for the hidden elevators that brought you from the training room to the arena.
…Up top…
"IIIIIIINNNNN THE RED CORNER IS THE DEMON OF THE NORTH, THE STORM OF DEATH, THE ULTIMATE SILENCER… TAMRIN!" The announcer blared, as Tamrin came up on the hidden elevator, and directly into the arena. Tamrin just looked around, and sighed. This is it. Him against the man who's already claimed the coliseum multiple times…
"AAAANNNDDD IN THE BLUE CORNER IS THE CONQUORER OF THE SOUTH, THE STADIUM CHAMPION, THE FIGHTER FROM HELL… ZELTUS!" The announcer exclaimed, as he ascended into the arena from the elevator. Zeltus had black hair, and silver eyes. He had a brutal scar going across the left side of his face, and wore mostly black and silver colors.
"WINNER OF THIS MATCH ACSENDS TO THE FINALS! READY? BEGIN!"
Tamrin transformed into his sheikah form, which looked like him, but wearing the sheikah robes. Zeltus transformed into a Fox form that looked a whole lot like Wolf more than Fox. He was big, had gray fur, and wore black. His eyes were piercing silver wolf eyes.
"Ready to go down like the rest?" Zeltus asked, in somewhat of a growl. "Unfortunately for you, no." Tamrin stated, running forward at Zeltus, who took a defensive stance. Tamrin then disappeared entirely, and reappeared behind Zeltus. Tamrin then spun around extremely quickly, with a sharp kunai read to stab into Zeltus' side. Zeltus, however, grabbed Tamrin's wrist, and flung him across the area. Tamrin sighed, and began throwing needles at Zeltus to lure him over. However, Zeltus was able to catch the needles between his fingers, and crush them.
"My turn." Zeltus said, rushing forward on all fours. "What the hell? This is a new fighting style…" Tamrin exclaimed. Zeltus' claws grew until the point that they were about a foot long, and he then slashed at Tamrin at lightning speeds, making three huge and deep gashes across his chest. "…That's it…" Tamrin sighed, withdrawing his shuriken, and tossing them at Zeltus, who used his primeval, yet effective, dodging ability to avoid them all.
Zeltus then jumped at Tamrin, who drew two large kunai in defense. The two then got into a lightning speed claws vs. kunai skirmish, with Zeltus on the offensive, and Tamrin defending for his life. "Give… up?" Zeltus growled in between his brutal slashes. "No way." Tamrin replied, kicking Zeltus away, who only came back, and drove his claws into Tamrin's stomach. Blood began to leak out as Zeltus removed the claws.
"You'll… pay… for… that." Tamrin grimaced. "Just give up… you'll die if I hit you again." Zeltus smirked. "Should've used this awhile ago… Legendary attack: Light Rush." Tamrin uttered, suddenly running so fast that he became a small bolt of light that was heading straight for Zeltus. "What the hell?" Zeltus asked, before the bolt of light slashed right through him, actually leaving a good-sized burnt hole through his stomach.
"…Ow…" Zeltus said, before passing out. Tamrin stopped running, and returned to normal. "I… win…" He said, before transforming back into his human form, and passing out…
…A half hour later…
Tamrin woke up. He was in the infirmary, and was bandaged on his chest, where his wounds were. "Ah… I feel better." He stated, getting back up. "…What the hell? You're up already?" Ajax exclaimed. Tamrin nodded. "Yeah. I feel perfect, really." He stated. "Well… you did awesome out there. Wish me luck." Ajax said, turning to leave. "Good luck." Tamrin replied.…Up top…
"LLLAAAAADDDIIIEESS AND GENTLEMEN! THE GRAND TOURNAMENT IS PROUD TO BRING YOU ITS SEMI-FINALS, ROUND TWO! JUDGED BY ONE OF THE FOUR ALMIGHTY GODS, HIMSELF, THIS TOURNAMENT IS THE BIGGEST THING YET! PEOPLE FROM ALL OVER THE GLOBE WITH SKILL HAVE COME TO COMPETE IN THIS TOURNAMENT, AND NOW, WE'VE FINALLY NARROWED IT TO THE TOP FOUR!" An announcer blared through the microphone.
The entire stadium cheered. It was packed full of many spectators and competitors. Each wanted one thing: recognition from the god. There was no honor higher than being approved by one of the four gods. When the evolution began, four in specific had a god transformation, one of ultimate power, far beyond that ever seen elsewhere. These four each ruled over their own plane of existence. The gods are not only admired, but feared, as they are rumored to be able to take out the entire planet, itself, or perhaps more, with but a single shot. This alone drove fear and awe of them into the hearts of humans.
The god, known as Kirth, sat confidently from the highest seat in the stadium, which was more like an ornate golden throne, inside a room in the stadium, alone, where the ring could be seen from behind reinforced glass. He wore an all midnight blue colored coat, gray pants, and obsidian colored boots. His eyes were an eerie shade of purple, and his hair was simply black, and slicked back. He began to sip from his goblet of wine. "This should get interesting…it's almost time, too…" He muttered to himself.
"NNNOOOOOOOOWWWWW! HHEEEEEEEEEEEEEERREE WE HAVE IT! IN THE RED CORNER IS THE CHAMPION OF THE EAST, THE CRIMSON FIREBALL, THE FOREST FIRE… BBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRENNNNNANNN!" The announcer continued. Suddenly, a circular part of the ring descended underground, and moments later, came back up into place with a person on top of it. The guy now on the ring, who was obviously the Brennan spoken of, waved to the large mass of people, who cheered in return. Brennan had black hair, and squinted eyes of unidentifiable color. He looked pretty strong, and wore a red eastern kimono. He then transformed into his Mario form, which looked exactly like Mario, but was a tad more muscular, with squinty eyes, and black hair.
"…AAAAAAANNNNDDD IN THE BLUE CORNER IS THE KING OF THE WEST, THE ICY BREATH, THE BLIZZARD OF DISPAIR… IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT'S AJAX!" The announcer added. Another circular segment of the ring, on the opposite side this time, descended, and came back up with Ajax on it. He transformed into his Bowser form, Which was Bowser in an ice blue colored face and shell. His hair became a darker blue, eyes remaining ice blue, and the underbelly was a brown color. The bowser looked pretty muscular.
"NOWWWW THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH WILL FACE OFF AGAINST THE FAMED DEMON OF THE NORTH, WHO JUST LAST MATCH NARROWLY WON OVER THE GREAT CONQUEROR OF THE SOUTH! THE WINNER OF THAT MATCH WILL RECEIVE BLESSINGS OF ONE OF THE GREAT GODS, KIRTH, AS WELL AS AN ASSORTMENT OF MANY OTHER PRIZES! NOW….GET READY….SET….AND…. BEEEEEEGGINNN!" The announcer blared. The crowd cheered as Brennan took a step closer to Ajax.
"Ready for me to kick your ass?" Brennan asked, in a slightly Mario-like voice. "Not likely." Ajax replied, in a roar of a voice. "I'm the one who's going to be doing the ass kicking!" He added, charging at Brennan, who jumped over his tackle. "Is that all you've-a got?" Brennan asked, shooting a large crimson fireball at Ajax. "Not at all." Ajax replied, blowing a large gust of sub-zero degree wind into Brennan's face. Brennan's widened, as his fireball was engulfed, and the frost continued to him. He sidestepped out of the way of the blast, but it was only inches away from hitting him.
…Up with Kirth…
"…Interesting…fire versus ice…and a pretty even battle at that…" Kirth sighed. "…But too bad I can't stay to see the rest of it." Kirth added, finishing the wine in his goblet, getting up, and entering another room via a hidden door. Seven very powerful looking humans stood in wait, two of them being Zalthyr and Zyalia.
Ajax reeled backward from the huge fireball Brennan sent at him. "Give-a-up?" Brennan asked. "Never…I'm just… cooling off…" Ajax said, getting up, and withdrawing into his shell. "…. Blizzard time…" Ajax roared. He began spinning around at fast speeds, and soon ice began to spin around him. He spun faster and faster, creating a tornado, which, due to the ice, turned into a blizzard. "Wha- I can't-a see!" Brennan yelled. Soon enough, Ajax, still spinning in his shell, collided heavily into Brennan's side. Brennan reeled backwards, but caught himself in midair, and used a burning fist to knock Ajax out of his spinning state, and the blizzard receded.
"…My lord Kirth…are the preparations ready?" Zalthyr asked. "Yes. They are. This is the biggest of the gatherings the world will have for a long time to come…now all the fighters are fatigued, so you guys can take the entire stadium with minimal casualties." Kirth said. "So let me get this straight…" Tirios began. "…We, the generals of your army, are to take all the members we currently have, sweep the stadium, recruiting people, and killing those who refuse?" He asked. "Exactly." Kirth replied. "What do you intend to call all of your army when this is all over?" Zyalia asked. "…The Silver Rogues." Kirth replied, with a sly grin.
…Back to the fight…
Both Brennan and Ajax looked visibly fatigued. "Let's end this, shall we?" Ajax asked. "Yeah. All or nothing? Strongest technique against strongest?" Brennan asked. "Bring it." Ajax replied, beginning to inhale from within. Brennan began charging up a massive fireball. The entire audience stood in awe. "WHOA! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS"- The announcer began, but after realizing that nobody was paying any attention to him, he shut up. A huge blast of pure negative degree ice breath shot forward, while a just as large fireball of an extremely high degree flew forward. The two attacks clashed, and the entire stadium shook. When the dust cleared, both of them were back in their human forms, and unconscious, and Orgoth stood in the center of the ring.
"Silver rogues attack!" He said. Seemingly out of nowhere, thousands upon thousands of already transformed fighters, mostly foxes, falcos, marths, and sheiks, all wearing black, swept into the audience, holding some of the spectators with a dagger at the throat. "You have a choice! Pledge your loyalty to the silver rogues, the new holders of the world, or perish here!" Orgoth yelled. After that, there were many mangled cries. "What the hell is going on here? WHY, I'VE NEVER SEEN THIS MUCH BLOOD! WHER'S MY"- The announcer blared, before his throat was sliced open by a Marth-rogue. There were some cries of surrender, and some cries of death. Blood began to seep everywhere.
Zalthyr smirked. "Bring me the ones who pledge loyalty." He stated to a nearby sheikah rogue, who, upon his command, began to collect those who pledged loyalty. "Take them to the base." Zalthyr then said. "Right away!" The sheikah said, saluting, then throwing a deku nut at the ground. There was a small explosion, and a lot of smoke appeared. When the smoke cleared, the many who had chosen the life of chaos were gone.
Suddenly, Tamrin came up to Zalthyr. "You! I'm going to kill you for what you did!" Tamrin exclaimed. "Ok… give it your best shot." Zalthyr stated, completely unfazed. Tamrin's face paled a bit. "…I'm still not strong enough... I can feel it." He sighed. "So what'll it be? Death or a life of chaos?" Zalthyr sighed. "Neither." Tamrin said, morphing into his sheik form, and throwing his deku nut down with an explosion, and a large puff of smoke. When the smoke vanished, all those who survived and were still in the stadium, vanished. "…That's all of them, then." The Yirek sighed, looking at the corpses of the dead ones strewn upon the stands.
"…Chaos is chaos, and selfish desires may overpower all, but leaving corpses as they are I will not stand." He sighed. He morphed into his Zelda form (which in his case, is more like a very powerful dark warlock), and then pointed his hand toward the corpses, which disappeared in flashes of light. "May you find peace in death." The general sighed.
Meanwhile, Kirth was floating above the stadium, laughing to himself. "You may have escaped now, but it matters not." He chuckled.
…Aftermath…
Although Tamrin couldn't prevent the massacre, he was able to save a huge number of people… and was later known as their savior. He then took the time to become even stronger, and went around the world, hindering the rogues' works as he did. All this time, he never forgets the man who opened up to him, Ajax, who was sadly killed during the massacre. Tamrin hopes that he, or at least someone else, will avenge Ajax one day.
End of ChapterHell… that was a really long one. Almost 4,000 words. Anyways, please review. Only three sagas remain!
Until Next Chapter,
-Biggoron