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                                                      Kingdom Hearts: Race of Dreams
                                                            Conversations in the Dark

                  -= World of Amăn =-
                  -= Location Unknown =-

      Buried deep within a luminous realm hidden away from the rest of creation lay a world seemingly lost to both time and space, its true name forgotten to all save for those whom remained upon it, for they knew it as Amăn. Its rugged wilds were covered by a sea of lush green growth reminiscent of northern highlands, bathed in the golden-yellow light of early evening that shone eternally over the days of the world. This green sea of woodlands was divided by plateaus of various height, the plentiful streams and rivers flowing across the surface cascading down their cliff sides in spectacular waterfalls.

      Between the streams and tributaries and the breathtaking fjords they carved into the land massive columns of stone stretched high into the sky, like the trunks of great redwoods, their flat pinnacles covered in lush wooded growth. The vibrant green nature of Amăn’s surface was cut by mountain ranges and lone angular peaks of rugged sharp stone reminiscent of the teeth of a feral beast, with pristine white snow capping the taller of them.

      Amidst this flourishing wild a single large river flowed into a small freshwater sea, weaving its way through the landscape and the almost unnatural pillars of carved stone that stretched high into the heavens. Along the beginnings of this river sat a great golden structure similar to a metallic pyramid with soft rounded edges and a flat peak. Beyond this pyramid, a city of sprawling white and pearl surrounded a mountainous crag with a great crevice at its center that led deep into the world below.

      A shimmering blue glow emanated from this crevice, the very energy of the world’s soul flowing freely upwards out of the surface like a well. From within this well of creation massive trees grew and spiraled together around Amăn’s life force, becoming a single titanic tree miles around and stretching high into the air, eclipsing even the largest of the world’s mountains. The source of the large flowing river running into the sea upon the horizon was the pinnacle of this massive tree. Water flowed down from upon the leaves of this grand tree Yggdrasil as an unending rain, produced by the soul well the tree surrounded and collecting upon its tremendous leaves before flowing off like waterfalls. These falls collected into small streams upon the surface below that ran away from the base of Yggdrasil like roots that flowed through the surrounding city and collected into the singular large river leading towards the distant sea.

      Atop this great tree Yggdrasil, beyond the view of any on the surface below, sat a massive floating island of stone held aloft by the strongest and most central branches of the tree. This island of stone was carved into an ovular crescent shape, the half of it facing the distant sea to the west constructed into sweeping arms that held pools of unending water along their inner edges, the water cascading downward over the sides of these pools serving as the source of the unending rain that collected upon the leaves of Yggdrasil below. In the center of this stone island was a circular capital city of gold, a city of pearl and gold surrounding it along the outer periphery of the stone island and along the two curving arms leading towards the sunset.

      In the front of this golden capital a long tall structure stretched out between the two sweeping arms of the stone island and the pools of water they held, like an inclined pathway leading up into the heavens. The outer edge of the rounded stone island were adorned with long spike shaped structures that protruded outwards like the thorns of a rose stretched straight, a flat surface running outward along the tops of these protrusions which acted as landing platforms. The largest of these platforms were the seven that sat evenly spaced along the back half of the stone island and ran almost as long as the island itself.

      The only way to scale the titanic compound ash tree and reach the great city atop it was along a single path that spiraled upwards around Yggdrasil, a structure of carved stone that entwined the tree and ran up to the front of the stone island held aloft in its branches. This stone island and the city atop it were known to many as the legendary Valhalla, the city itself carved from the purest white marble and clad in accents of a solid gold metal that was indestructible and unwavering in the face of time. The capital in the center of Valhalla was a singular sprawling palace-city of ornate design created entirely of the same indestructible golden metal that accented the marble buildings surrounding it, with the addition of highlights of black. At the very center of this capital, Valinor, was a towering angular building like the blade of a wide sword aimed upon the sky.

      Near the west face of this citadel a lone figure walked through its enormous halls of gold, various ornate designs depicted upon the black surfaces of its high vaulted ceilings. This lone feminine form was clad in ornate silver armor with a deep forest green fabric interwoven between pieces of its components which sat atop white formal robes. A large golden cape hanging from the armor around her collar draped over her shoulders and fluttered out behind her as she walked down the halls of the palace.

      This young woman was very animalistic in form, a relic of an older age like all those who inhabited Amăn, as if some ancient beast had stood upon its hind legs and assumed a more sapient form. Her feet and hands still held many paw-like traits and were covered in a thin layer of dark tannish-brown fur. Her head was similar to that of a lioness or predatory cat with a stout muzzle covered in the same dark tannish-brown fur from her eye line upwards, the lower portion of her face leading down her neck covered in a fluffier pale tan fur. A pair of large teeth resembling those of a saber-toothed-cat stuck out from the upper lips of her muzzle, further hinting at her kinds feral origins.

      Atop her head of short pale blonde hair sat a pearlescent white and chrome headpiece resembling a backwards tiara. It ran around her head and down its back, resting in place along her smilodon-like fur patterned ears. Large sweeping fin-like pieces ran down the sides of her head in front of her ears and framed her face while the remainder of the headpiece ran on above her dark green eyes where it curved downwards and ended with a small gap between its two halves at the base of her muzzle.

      This armored animalistic woman came upon a set of colossal doors along the side of a hall deep within the central tower of Valinor, the surface of the doors made of black stone with ornate silver designs etched into them between raised segments of gold scattered across and framing them. To either side of the doors stood a guard of similar animalistic nature to the woman approaching them, more of the animalistic working class race that populated the world. They were clad in black robes with golden trim and similar golden armoring overtop them. Their capes were black and they wore large golden featureless helmets that covered their faces, large pointed ears covered in thick dark tannish-brown fur sticking out to their sides through gaps in their helmets.

      Each of these guards held a large golden and silver pike with an ornate curved bladed design upon their tips, the grasp of their dark tannish-brown fur covered hands tightening around the pikes as the armored woman approached them. She was pursued herself by a pair of identical guards that ran down the hall chasing after her and shouting.

      “Nîn-hĭril, please wait,” one blurted between breaths.

      “His Excellency is not to be disturbed when in the Orrery,” the other declared.

      “This is urgent,” she blurted in response with a brief glance back towards them.

      “Stand aside,” she ordered the two guards in front of the door. They glanced at each other hesitantly before following their superior’s orders, turning towards one another and taking a few steps back away from the frame of the large doorway. She stepped up to the heavy doors between them and pushed them open with all her might, standing hunched over within the doorway as they came to a halt against the walls of the corridor beyond.

      She straightened her stature and walked through the dimly lit passage until it opened up into a massive spherical chamber with a clear crystal-like floor of perfectly structured synthetic diamond running through the center of the sphere. The surface of the spherical chamber depicted the sea of space surrounding the world around them, as if that one room were all that existed at that point in space and the world of Amăn itself did not exist. The floor before her had a vectored hexagonal pattern etched into its crystalline surface like frosted glass, acting as conduits for resonance energy to flow through. Waves of light fluxuating between every color of the visible spectrum flowed towards the center of the chamber through these etchings, a large throne-like seat of onyx facing away from the door standing there.

      This throne was sunken down into the floor through a round gap in the floor such that its seat was at the same level as the floor itself, the legs of whomever sat within it resting upon a structure below the crystalline surface. Within the throne sat a massive figure clad in ornate golden armor, his legs stretching down and resting upon a thin column-like structure made of numerous hexagonal onyx pillars floating below the floor and held in some ethereal energy field. Lines of light like those etched into the floor flowed with waves of energy along this onyx structure below the floor, performing some unknown task. Golden-yellow display windows and volumetric screens floated around the front of the throne, feeding information to the one sitting upon it as he moved his hands about a series of similarly colored holographic controls.

      “Your Excellency,” the woman in the doorway began as she walked towards the throne.

      “Sabre,” a voice echoed from above, catching her attention. “No one is to disturb his Excellency the Collector... not even the head of his Royal Guard.”

      Sabre stopped in her tracks and looked up to find a dark figure hanging upside down from the vaulted overhang above the chamber’s entrance like a bat. He wore a silver featureless mask similar to the helmets worn by the Royal Guards outside the chamber’s doors, two large bat-like ears sticking out from its sides. He was clad in black and dark blue robes woven into silver and black armored pieces that, true to his form, were concealed by two twisting black bat wings that covered his entirety as they folded around his shoulders.

      “This is urgent Shade,” Sabre argued before turning to the Collector’s throne. “It’s about that realm you returned from, that man Xehanort...”

      “I am already aware,” the Collector declared in the deep booming grumble that some of his followers associated with the Promethean. “He has returned to them... and despite the warnings given to him he has been meddling with the flow of time. Such hubris... to think he can disregard my warnings without recompense or any concern for consequence.”

      “Warnings,” Shade questioned as he turned towards the Collector. “I wasn’t aware that you had discussed this matter... and I am supposed to know about all of your Excellency’s business... Whenever did you manage to bridge contact to his realm and reach him?”

      “Ancient history,” the Collector replied as he manipulated the golden-yellow volumetric controls around him. The holographic screens around him winked out of existence and a large white holographic sphere appeared floating in front of him between his throne and the chamber’s wall. Sabre and Shade approached the throne, Sabre walking over another series of hexagonal columns floating below the floor closer to the chamber’s entrance as Shade leapt down from his perch.

     They each walked up to an opposing side of the throne, Sabre looking to her right at the Collector who despite sitting on a level equal to that of the floor still towered over her. His form was massive, far mightier than any man, with arms and legs like the trunks of trees and a chest as wide across as three men standing shoulder to shoulder. A fair portion of his armor was concealed by a deep violet fur cape that draped back over his shoulders from his collar where it attached to his entirely golden suit of armor, glowing amber light emanating from various points along his armored panels.

      A black more lightly armored material spanned the space between the ornate segments of armor, his helmet very angular and dragon-like. Spikes jutted back from the corners of its jaws and sides of its head while a single crest-like spike jutted forwards like a blade before curving back along the top of his helmet between two curved ornate fin-like pieces. The mouth of his helmet was featureless and long, not unlike the skull of some horse-like beast with a large slit shaped visor overtop it, a vibrant red glow emanating from it upon the point of his visions focus. Sabre turned back to the white sphere, noticing that it was actually a single point of light at the center of the projection with lines extending away from it in all directions and forking countless times like the branches of a tree.

      “Despite my warnings Xehanort in his infinite foolishness has been meddling in the flow of time across the world lines of his realm, causing instability in the Chronoverse.” The lines making up the spherical projection began to vanish until only one remained, growing upwards from the singular point of light and branching out like a great tree.

      “This is the world line of Xehanort’s realm. This is our realm’s world line,” the Collector uttered as a second branching line grew upwards from the sphere running parallel to the branching line beside it. “Xehanort has caused instabilities in multiple surrounding world lines leading to a chroniton cascade, flowing backward through them.” The lines of Xehanort’s realm began shifting into a red color and shrinking away one by one to their branching points, vanishing and leaving only a handful of world lines remaining.

      “What exactly does that mean,” Sabre questioned as she watched the holographic projection.

      “Those world lines have ceased to exist. Xehanort’s actions have been eliminating world lines in which his plans fail, not realizing that this instability could cause ripples elsewhere. His goal is the re-forging of the χ-blade, and to accomplish this he will take any measures. The arrogant fool fails to understand the truth of time... he fails to see changing events equates to erasing entire world lines from existence. Just as he fails to understand that everything is connected. The eradication of these world lines matters not to him, and he is so blinded by his own machinations that he does not see the instability he is causing by the destruction of so many world lines threatens to unbalance and destroy the very Chronoverse itself.”

      “How close has he come,” Shade paused as he and Sabre turned to the Collector, “to destroying it all...” The Collector remained silent for some time, tension hanging heavy in the air as they waited to hear his answer.

      “I will need to give him a stern talking to about this... very soon,” the Collector finally broke the tense silence, “lest he bring an end to everything with his meddling.” Sabre and Shade glanced at one another, mulling over the implications and weight of their situation when a muted beep emitted from the right arm of the Collector’s throne.

      “Goshujin-sama,” a digitized female voice echoed from the throne’s arm as a small indigo sphere of light manifested above it. The sphere was a clockwork of constant motion, angular curved mechanisms of light spinning around one another upon its surface and down to its luminous core.

      “Continue Haku,” the Collector ordered as he gazed upon the manifestation of one of his artificial intelligence constructs, the red glow within his visor shifting towards the sphere of light upon his armrest.

      “I have compiled various reports of a significant anomaly moving through the sea of space. After passing deep space monitoring post 00117034 I was able to more thoroughly analyze it.” As she spoke the light with the sphere that made up her manifestation pulsed with each syllable uttered.

      “Show me.”

      Upon his words the indigo sphere of light was torn apart, its clockwork components moving away from its core and fading from sight as the light within flared up. This light condensed into the form of a miniscule young woman, like a glowing fairy, floating above the armrest of the Collector’s throne. Her arms and legs were clad in form fitting black material ending at her wrists and ankles, like thigh high socks and bicep length gloves with lines of indigo light glowing vibrantly along their length. A white material covered her torso like a tight sleeveless dress, a large vertical gap in the front running from her neck to her waist that drew attention to her slender figure and ample chest. A short skirt made of mechanical black components attached to her waist like a belt, giving way to a semi clear material almost like the petals of a flower hanging down over the tops of her legs.

      Her pale silver-white hair was tied back into a long ponytail that stretched down to her waist, held in place by a ring of black mechanisms that extended away from the back of her head in two antenna structures that hung over her shoulders, glowing purple lines across them. Her entire figure held a purple glow, the color of the light projecting her holographic manifestation. She waved her arms through the air, the projection of the chromosphere vanishing and being replaced by indigo windows and holographic screens of light depicting various images of a comet, spectral and energy analysis, and data on its course.

      “This object has been moving through the sea of space for some time now,” Haku explained. A holographic projection of the comet appeared floating where the Chronosphere had been moments before, energy billowing off of the celestial object as it rocketed through space.

      “After analyzing it more closely I have discovered that it possesses a high resonance signature, very high... It would appear that this fragment of material contains a large amount of energy, possibly a remnant of the heart of the world from which it came... destroyed by some cataclysm in its realm.”

      “How much energy,” the Collector questioned.

      “Enough to form a Fëa Stone capable of granting any heart’s desire.”

      The Collector paused as he mulled over Haku’s words.

      “It’s vector?” Haku motioned her arms once more and the projection of the comet shrank, a map of the worlds from the realm the Collector had just been discussing appearing around the comet.

      “Tracking its previous path and extrapolating would suggest its trajectory...” Haku paused as her processes compiled data, a line of curving light appearing in the projection and intersecting with the comet. The line continued forwards and met with one of the nearby worlds.

      “On course for collision with Disney Castle.” A series of markings appeared around Disney Castle on the holographic stellar map floating within the chamber. The Collector tapped a volumetric control floating over the armrest of his throne and the projection shifted, showing a closer view of Disney Castle and the approaching comet.

      “How long before impact?”

      “In realm days – 0:13:44:27.”

      “That doesn’t leave much time... Its impact is bound to draw attention, and this is far too powerful a source of energy to be allowed to fall into the hands of the Advent or their allies. Acquiring this source of power may also prove useful in the future...”

      The Collector’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Haku.

      “Goshujin-sama, I’m bridging an incoming call through the network now. It’s Hades...”

      The Collector tapped a series of controls that dismissed the holographic projections and dimmed the lights within the chamber. Swirling blue flame appeared at a point in front of him, converging inwards to a black void that hung in the air and slowly grew. This mass of fire expanded outwards like a ring, a rippling portal of inky black suspended within. This darkness slowly gave way to the image of Hades, God of the Underworld, standing within his throne room on the world of Olympus Coliseum.

      “What is it now Hades, do you wish for me to slay the other Gods standing in your way as I did the Leviathan,” the Collector questioned. Hades let out a sarcastic laugh on the other side of the portal they communicated through, the heat from the flaming blue torches lighting his throne room in the Underworld billowing through the hole in space and into the Orrery of the Collector.

      “Well, funny you should say that,” Hades replied in a sarcastic tone. “You see, thing is, they’re up there... doing their own thing, and I’m stuck down here. You follow? It’s not like I can just, mosey on up whenever I want to.” Hades illustrated his predicament with animated hand gestures as he spoke.

      “I’d love to just waltz through the front door all, hey how ya’ doin’, and give em’ what they deserve. But I can’t do that. So I thought, hey... that Kage of yours took down the Leviathan that had the whole mountain quaking in fear. If they were so scared of the Leviathan then there’s no way that they could stand up to the guy that took it down, am I right?”

      “And what payment are you offering in exchange for this service? My price will be much steeper for a request of this magnitude.”

      “Look, I could stand here listing things to give you all day, but hey- we both know you’re the kind of guy that likes to name your own price, right? So what do you want? What’ll it take to make a deal?”

      Hades thrust his hand out towards the Collector awaiting an answer as he paused in thought.

      “Bring me the Moirai, the stone globe used as the seeing stone of the three fates.”

      Hades tone suddenly became far more serious, as he lowered his hand back to his side.

      “That will take time. Getting that away from them will mean drawing that eye of theirs onto something else... like the death of some Gods.”

      “Ensure the Moirai is ready to be handed over to me upon the completion of this task. I will come down from Olympus into your domain for it myself if I must,” the Collector’s tone suddenly hardened.

      “Y-you’re coming here,” Hades questioned with a slight hint of panic in his voice.

      “It takes a God to slay a God.”

      “Right... Just remember it’ll take time to get the Moirai, I can’t guarantee that I’ll have it by the time you finish your business up on the mountaintop.”

      The Collector’s form suddenly flared alight with red energy flowing between the panels of his armor. His resonance energy grew and expanded to encompass the entire Orrery around him with his presence, reaching through the portal to the Underworld where it even began to overwhelm Hades. As if to reassert his authority with his aura of malevolence and daunting gaze the Collector stood from his throne. His dreadful presence fell upon Hades like a great wind, causing the blue flames atop his head to billow backwards and sweat to drip down the sides of his brow.

      “Time... is of no importance,” the Collector’s voice boomed through the mind of Hades as his overwhelming presence left the God of the Underworld short of breath and drained of strength. “I want... that... stone...”

      “Y-yes,” Hades struggled to say, a hint of fear hidden beneath the struggle as he fumbled his words. “O-of course.”

      “Then our deal... is concluded.”

      The oppressive force of the Collector’s presence tore the flaming portal before him to pieces, the spatial distortion collapsing inwards upon itself. The Collector stood within the empty chamber, turning back towards the throne and both Sabre and Shade beside it. Both were upon their knees, propping themselves up with an arm as they caught their breath and recovered from the unyielding force of his presence.

      “Haku,” the Collector addressed the image of purple light floating upon the arm of his throne. “Summon the Astaldŏ.”

      “Yes, at once,” she replied with a bow. Her image flickered out of sight as the Collector moved back towards his throne. Sabre looked up towards him as he passed her by, her head barely reaching up to the curving angular armor covering his kneecaps as she stood crouched upon the floor.

      “Your Excellency,” Shade questioned as he dragged himself back up onto his feet and the Collector sat once more upon his throne. “Do you really intend to go yourself? The Collector hasn’t been seen in person or off world by any soul in hundreds of years. Not since the great battle of Cenodoxus and the fall of SUPERBIA... Why not simply send Kage in your stead as you normally would?”

      “Just as the Astaldŏ are my knights and Sabre’s Royal Guard my shield, Kage is my sword. Slaying the twelve Gods upon Olympus will require more than a simple sword, and it is time for those of the realms to remember why they should fear the King who commands such devices.”

      Their conversation was brought to a halt as all twenty eight members of the Astaldŏ appeared between the Collector’s throne and the chamber’s entrance behind it in a flash. They all sat crouched with one knee upon the floor as loyal knights before their King, one arm resting upon their upright knee while the other lay at their side.

      Each Astaldŏ was clad in black trappings with armored components concealed by a large white cloak with tight belled sleeves and large deep hoods. The majority of the Astaldŏ’s hoods were constructed with large pockets of various size and shape atop them, animalistic ears sticking up into them and giving them varying shapes from the sharp pointed look of a cat or fox’s ears to the long floppy shape of a rabbit’s. Upon the back of each cloak sat a black animalistic emblem indicative of that Astaldŏ’s kind, ranging from bird-like and dragon looking emblems to wolves, felines, foxes, and rabbits.

      “We answer your call, your Excellency,” one of the Astaldŏ at the head of their formation decreed.

      “Be on guard, my Astaldŏ,” the Collector uttered. “I will be departing this realm for a time. Until my return you are to ensure the safety of Amăn.”

      His words caused an uneasy stirring amongst the ranks of the Astaldŏ.

      “You’re leaving,” one of the Astaldŏ with a wolf sigil emblazoned upon the back of his cloak questioned.

      “Oh shit,” the young woman beside him blurted, a wolf emblazoned upon her cloak as well. “Something big must be going down for you to leave.”

      “Carcharoth, Drauglŭin,” the Astaldŏ at the head of their formation uttered as he turned his head back towards them. “That’s enough.” Silence fell upon the chamber as the Astaldŏ resumed their bowed stature.

     “You have your orders,” the Collector dictated, “you may go.” The Astaldŏ bowed their heads in acknowledgement and stood, beginning to turn towards the door and exit the chamber when the Collector’s voice echoed through the Orrery.

      “Mèlendŏr, please remain.”

      The Astaldŏ stopped and glanced at one another, then to the short figure that had stood at the head of their formation. He stopped in his tracks and turned back towards the throne, the others resuming their exit. The Collector turned his gaze towards Shade, who bowed quickly in response.

      “Sabre,” Shade said as he moved towards the door after the Astaldŏ. She too turned and walked towards the chamber’s exit along with him. After moving through the chamber’s doors the two Royal Guards outside slowly dragged them shut, one of the Astaldŏ remaining just outside them gazing back into the Orrery.

      “I have an important task for you,” the Collector began as the sound of the Orrery’s doors shutting echoed around them. “An opportunity of great interest.”

      The Collector tapped a series of golden-yellow volumetric controls floating overtop the armrest of his throne and the projections of Disney Castle and the comet reappeared floating before him. The remaining Astaldŏ, Mèlendŏr, looked about the projection as he approached the Collector’s throne.

      “Disney Castle,” he questioned, “and what’s this?” Mèlendŏr gazed upon the image of the comet hurtling towards Disney Castle with eyes of hungry curiosity.

      “This comet on a collision course with Disney Castle is a remnant of an ancient world, long destroyed. Within this stone remains a fragment of the heart and soul of the world that it once was, a lingering sentiment of a realm long dead.” Mèlendŏr shifted his gaze towards the Collector with a sly grin.

      “And what interest is that to you?”

      “Enough energy remains, that if one were to extract it into the form of a Fëa Stone... it may well have enough power to carry my plans to fruition now, rather than later.”

      “Oh,” Mèlendŏr said with a wry smile, “that is interesting. So what part do you want me to play?”

      “I need you to journey to Disney Castle and acquire that energy from the Comet... before any others.”

      “Others?”

      “That world is a stronghold for the Advent of that realm, and the comet’s impact is sure to gather their attention. We cannot allow such a power to fall into their hands... we must acquire it, first... lest it turn the tide in their favor.”

      “So that’s why you’re leaving in person...”

      “No,” the Collector declared as he stood from his throne and the holographic projections within the Orrery flashed out of existence. “I depart for another matter.” He began walking to the door.

      “And you trust me to act in your stead,” Mèlendŏr asked sarcasticly as he raised his arms out to his sides for emphasis. The Collector stopped in his tracks and turned his gaze back to Mèlendŏr, the piercing red light emanating from his visor crawling across its surface until it focused upon the short white cloaked figure standing before him. Mèlendŏr paused and slowly lowered his arms under the gaze of his superior, the jesting smile on his face fading quickly.

      “I trust nothing. I simply understand that you know what awaits you should you fail. That Fëa energy cannot fall into the hands of the Advent at any cost, even if you have to destroy it or ensure that it falls into the hands of a neutral party that will not in turn hand it over to another.”

      The Collector turned back to the door before continuing.

      “Depart at once... it will be a four day journey to Disney Castle across the realms in your Fëa form, and the comet will impact there in three.”

      “Are you suggesting that I go there through the Bïfrost currents without a ship? Why not just use a dark rift then?”

      “Disney Castle is a stronghold of the Advent, the moment you open a dark rift there they will detect you... and they will spot any ship approaching their borders... as they would your arrival from a Bïfrost conduit.”

      “So what exactly do you suggest I do then?”

      “Take the Bïfrost current to Radiant Garden in your Fëa form, they have plentiful transit there and your arrival by conduit will go unnoticed. From there use your Vastus magic to slip onto Disney Castle and make your way to the comet... discretely.”

      “If I encounter any... resistance?”

      “You know the decree. Just make sure you acquire that comet’s Fëa Stone, and make sure that no one traces your footsteps back here...” Mèlendŏr chuckled with a sinister smile in response.

      “I think I can handle that.”
So here's a bit of some goings on behind the scenes, in the dark so to speak, between the two tournaments for khoriginals [link] that I'm writing to flush out a bit of the story for the boss character in Round 5 of the Race of Dreams. I decided to write this one a bit more in the style I used to write before I started simplifying and streamlining things. This piece deals with a whole lot of other issues that he's just a small part of, but the next piece or two I write will deal mostly with him journeying through Radiant Garden along his way to the tournament itself where he'll eventually clash with all of the participants. Hopefully they will illustrate some of his abilities in battle and his character so that others can get a good enough feel to really make their fights against him the greatest that they can be.

In the next couple pieces I was thinking of having him tussel with a few guards on Radiant Garden on his way to the tournament, but what do you guys think... should I also pit him up briefly against Lea who might just happen to be passing through the area at the time?

As always feel free to question and comment.
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Hey, I'm all for it. I say go with it.