As it says in the summary, this is a sequel to my story called "Infinity". If you want, you can go to my profile and find that story, or you can just ignore it and read this one instead. Whether or not I continue this story is up to you. Leave a review and tell me if you want me to go on. I would appreciate it a lot.

"In fairy tales, there are two kinds of people. The good and the bad. And all fairy tales end with a happy ending, more or less. But in reality, life is so much more different. Once you put down the story book and look at the world around you, you'll realize that. In a fairy tale, you deal with situations like preventing a villain from achieving world domination, making new friends along the way, and finding romance. You may notice that a fraction of every story are ideas inspired by the real world, but that doesn't mean what we read is an accurate representation of everything. As a child, the world around you is all sunshine and rainbows, but when you mature, you start to see things clearly. The sunshine can bring light to all but the darkest corners of the world. The rainbows, while always a beautiful sight to see, only blind you from seeing the actual colors of the world. Believe me when I say that no one understands how terrifying reality is more than I do."

- Elsa

"The world is a big place. There's so many places to go to, people to meet, things to learn, et cetera. Imagine being a pirate. You sail the seas on a ship, searching for treasure, make a few enemies, and have a drink pretty much every day. Based on personal experience, the life of a pirate is more than just raiding, pillaging, plundering, and pilfering. The life of a pirate is a journey to the unknown. There are wonders in the world that no one would admit are true. Most of these wonders happen to be worth tremendous value, which draws the attention of a pirate. Once you jump into the maelstrom and come back alive, you'll realize the world around you is more than what you thought. A pirate like me goes beyond the traditional ways of a pirate to survive in this world, a world full of mystery and wonder."

- Jack Sparrow.

"There are a lot of things that determine the kind of person you are. What you do, why you do it, how you think, how you speak, how you treat the people around you, among other things. If you're asking what kind of a person I am, then I can honestly say that I do not know. But I am not speaking because I want to discuss my life. I am shedding some light on how to really look at yourself and understand who you really are. In the universe I grew up in, I have only seen two sides in a person: The Light and the Dark. I've always wondered if a line exists in the middle. If I am to define the kind of person who stands in that line, I would define that person as lost, someone who can't tell the difference between the light and the dark. Can someone who feels lost ever truly understand how to perceive the universe outside personal perception?"

- Rey.

"A wise man once said, 'When you can do the things that I can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you.' The man who said those words was my uncle. I never understood or cared about what that meant, until he was killed... and it's all my fault. It was then I realized that he was trying to teach me about responsibility. My irresponsibility lead to his death, but I promised him, on his grave, that I would honor him by remembering what he told me. Those who receive a hard lesson on responsibility learn to do something productive with their lives. Maybe become a politician or a lawyer or a journalist, but me, my way of honoring my uncle's words goes beyond doing something normal. What I do is beyond what anyone can imagine. But it's life. Sometimes, in life, we make crazy choices. My choice may seem radical and childish to the eyes of others, but the choice I made is not for my benefit but for the benefit of others."

- Peter Parker.

In the center of the multiverse, in the realm of Merlin, the elderly wizard trudges through forest, panic clear on his face. By the time he reached his magical fountain, he stopped to catch his breathe, exhausted from the running. He takes out his wand and taps it in the enchanted waters of the fountain. A bubble comes out of the fountain and stops in front of the wizard's face.

Merlin clears his throat before speaking to the bubble. "If you're receiving this message, then I need your help again. I cannot explain the situation right now. I would prefer we met up in person. If you agree to see me, just tap the bubble. If you refuse, simply blow it away. But I am begging you. I wouldn't have called unless I am desperate. I know I wasn't very considerate about my first method of recruiting help, but this time I am giving you the choice. At least consider it."

After the bubble was finished recording the message, Merlin taps the bubble with his wand. The bubble multiplies into three. Merlin uses his wand to open three portals and sends one bubble through each. All he can do now is wait and hope that the recipients of the messages agree to come and help him.

Arendelle

A castle is supposed to be a home for the royalty, but in the kingdom of Arendelle, a castle is more than just a home. It can also be a battlefield, as demonstrated by what has transpired in the past few weeks. In the throne room, there was ice everywhere, from the floor to the ceiling. Southern Isle guards were pinned to the walls by ice. The only ones left standing are Queen Elsa and Prince Hans.

"You're on your own, Hans," said Elsa. "It's wise if you surrender now."

"Not going to happen, your majesty," replied Hans, saying the last two words with sarcasm. "You know why? Because I'm not afraid of you. You may have powers, but you don't use them to kill. You don't have the stomach for it."

"I am showing my people that I still have my humanity," said Elsa, defending her reasons. "Something you obviously lack or don't have at all."

Hans draws his sword and charges towards Elsa. Elsa blocks his path with a wall of ice. Hans tried to go around, but Elsa has his entire path blocked left to right. Using his head, he uses his sword as a pick-axe and climbs up the wall. He reaches the top and safely lands on the other side. Elsa fires an ice blast, but Hans dodges it by diving to his left. Hans charges again and prepares to strike Elsa, but before his sword can hit its mark, bright light surrounds Elsa, causing him to shield his eyes and back away. The light finally disappears and Hans sees Elsa dressed in something different. A suit of armor made of ice fit for her stature. Blades made of ice were attached to her gauntlets. For some reason, her transformation included letting her hair down.

Hans was surprised by what Elsa could do with her powers, but he drops his shocked look and charges again. He strikes, but his sword was blocked by Elsa's blade. With a few flicks of her wrist, Elsa knocks Hans' sword off his hands.

"When did you learn to do that?" asked a surprised Hans.

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you," replied Elsa.

Still surprised by Elsa's sudden mastery with swords, he fails to react when Elsa trips him with a sweeping low kick, causing him to fall on his back. He was about to pick himself up, until Elsa forces him to stay down by pointing her blade at his face.

"You've terrorized my kingdom long enough, Prince Hans," said Elsa with mild anger. "Surrender now and I will give you quarter."

"I will never surrender," said Hans. "We know this ends one way. You keep telling yourself you're not a killer, but you know better. Deep down, you know you have the will to kill. I remember our encounter in your little ice palace. You would've killed those men if I hadn't come sooner. Unless you unleash that monster, I will never stop."

Elsa grabs Hans by his suit and holds him up, ready to thrust her blade into him. Before she could end the life of the evil prince, she hears the voice of her sister.

"Elsa!"

Elsa melts the ice wall so she can see her sister, who is accompanied by Kristoff, Olaf, and Sven.

"Wow, Elsa. You look... wow," said Anna, impressed by her sister's new look. "But what are you doing?"

"I'm ending this once and for all," answered Elsa.

"You're go to...?" Anna paused, horrified that her sister is thinking of actually taking a life. "No, Elsa, you can't. If you do this, you're no better than he is."

"He killed Kai. He killed Gerda," reminded Elsa, anger dominating her tone. "They were like family, Anna, and he took them from us."

"I know how you feel," said Anna. "But revenge will not bring them back. Killing Hans will only prove to everyone that you're the monster they once feared you would are."

"Listen to your sister, your majesty," said Kristoff, agreeing with his girlfriend. "You promised you'd never stoop to his level. I may not have known you for very long, but I know you enough to know that you always keep your promises."

"So, just put the knives away," pleaded Olaf. "Besides, we've beaten Hans' army. It's over."

"Olaf's right. There's no need to fight anymore," said Anna. "Elsa, please."

Elsa looks back and forth between her sister and the corrupt prince. She feels like a fool for nearly forgetting her promise to her family. However, there was this nagging feeling that was telling her that Hans will never stop trying to overthrow her as long as he lives. The war she has been fighting has clearly damaged her inside. She closes her eyes for a brief moment, overwhelmed by the conflict occurring within her.

"I'm sorry, Anna," she said softly.

Without any further hesitation, Elsa raises her blade and runs it through Hans' heart.

...

Elsa screams as she wakes up from her evening slumber, horrified by her nightmare. She catches her breath as she attempts to push the terrors out of her mind. She wishes it was all just a nightmare, but she knows all too well that it was real. She buries her head in her hands as she repeatedly tells herself, "Let it go." A few minutes have passed and she was still haunted by what she has done. This is her first sleep since the end of the war and it was clear that she can't will herself to find peace in order to close her eyes.

She gets up from bed and stares outside the window. The bright full moon and the stars shining in the sky may bring a smile to her face, but it wasn't enough. Her first kill has clearly taken a toll on her. Her emotions are mixed and her mind is clearly in a dark place. A tear runs down her cheek and falls to the floor. The queen of Arendelle is clearly not feeling like sleeping at all tonight.

Just when it looked like her entire night will be filled with sorrow and tears, something unexpected happened that captured her attention. A portal opens for a brief second and a bubble floats in front of her face. She looks closer and saw a familiar face in the bubble. Her eyes widen slightly upon remembering who it is.

19th Century

Jack Sparrow was running away. In his hand was a doll modeled after himself. Gun shots can be heard from yards away. Those shots came from pirates. Three of them. Jack kept on running when he saw a big pile of leaves blocking his path. He manages to run through them, but by the time he came out of the other end, he was running straight towards to edge of a cliff. He manages to stop himself in time. His toes were so close to the edge that his sudden braking almost led to him falling off. After steadying himself, he turns around to see that the pirates chasing him have finally caught up with him. A fourth pirate came in from the bushes. It was Angela Teach, Jack's former lover.

"Hi," greeted Jack. "You're looking fabulous today."

"Save the formalities, Jack," interrupted Angela. "The doll. Give it to me."

"I can't do that, luv," said Jack.

"You're outnumbered, outgunned," said Angela. "You might as well surrender. There is no way you're escaping this."

"I think of escape as an art, darling," said Jack. "It takes wits to pull off the perfect escape."

"If you're thinking about jumping off the cliff, don't even try," said Angela. "My men can still shoot you even if you reach the water."

"That's why I'm not going to jump," said Jack.

"Can we shoot now, ma'am?" asked one of the pirates.

"No," said Angela. "He is worth more to me alive. Chain him."

One of the pirates puts his gun on his hip and takes out a pair of handcuffs. Jack puts both his arms in the air in response. Angela retakes the voodoo doll from her ex-lover. Just as Jack was about to be cuffed, he quickly swipes the gun from the pirate and immediately shoots the other two. He fires a shot near Angela's feet, causing her to stumble and drop the doll. Jack jumps and catches the doll before it landed on the ground. The other pirate was preparing for a fist fight, but when Jack aims the gun at him, he simply jumps off the cliff.

"Have fun swimming," mocked Jack.

Jack heard someone trudge through the bushes.

"What took you so long, Mr. Gibbs?" he asked, not even turning, knowing already who it was.

"Got myself a bit tangled up back there," explained Gibbs.

Jack turns around and looks at Angela. "Well, you're men are down and I've got the doll. I guess I win this one."

"You can leave if you want, Jack, but this is not over," said Angela.

For reasons unknown, Angela gives Jack a quick peck on the cheek before retreating. Jack and Gibbs remained standing while they wait for the lady to get as far away from them. Gibbs had a raised eyebrow that makes him look clearly baffled. Jack merely stood straight and looked as stoic as he can be.

"Are you sure you don't want to just to settle down with her, Jack?" questioned Gibbs.

"I'm afraid the history between us makes it complicated," said Jack.

"But you still harbor feelings for her, don't ya?" guessed Gibbs.

"I can honestly say I still do," replied Jack. "Well, now that we got the doll, let's head back to the ship."

The captain and his first mate began walking towards the direction where the Black Pearl is docked, until an unexpected occurrence causes them to stop. A vortex appears out of nowhere like magic. A bubble comes out of the portal and stops in front of Jack. He sees an image of a man in the bubble.

"What is it, Jack?" asked Gibbs.

"An old friend," answered Jack.

Queens

Another day has ended at Midtown High. The last bell rings when the clock strikes three. The classrooms empty as every student immediately race for the door. Not all were in a hurry to leave. Peter Parker, one of the brightest, if not brightest, students in the school stayed behind to fix up his locker. When he closes it, he was greeted by a smiling Liz Allan. His response is a pair of widening eyes, surprised to see her.

"Hey, Peter," greeted Liz.

"Uh, h-h-hi," greeted Peter, feeling awkward.

"Peter, we've been classmates for four years of high school, and you're still too shy to talk to me properly?" questioned Liz.

"Guess being shy is just part of my DNA," said Peter.

"Peter, you know that we're seniors now," reminded Liz. "We've gone on fifteen dates for the past two years, but we haven't made it official yet. We only have eight months until graduation and I wanna spend them with you."

"I'm just not sure if I'm ready for that kind of commitment," said Peter.

"Well, there's this new rom-com movie premiering on Saturday, starring Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone. I already bought two tickets. I just need someone to go with me," said Liz.

"I'll, uh, think about it," said Peter.

"Well, you better make up your mind soon," said Liz.

"Hey, Lizzie. C'mon," called out Liz's friend.

"I have to go," said Liz to Peter. "See you tomorrow."

Liz gives Peter a kiss on the cheek before joining her friends. Peter smiles as she watches her walk away. He has been crushing on Liz Allan since his first day in high school and he has clearly captured her heart. He really wanted to start a relationship with her while they were still in high school, but his secret life is what keeps him from engaging in a romantic relationship.

A punch on the shoulder snaps him out of his contemplation. It was Michelle.

"You are a doofus," said Michelle. "She says she wants to be with you and you're still pushing her away."

"Why do you always have to criticize me?" asked Peter.

"Look, Pete, we may not be friends, but you intrigue me," said Michelle. "You're goofy, awkward, a total nerd, but you're a nice guy. Liz seems to think so."

"You've been calling me a loser since day one," pointed out Peter. "What's changed?"

Michelle looks around to see if the cost is clear. She leans closer towards Peter and whispers, "I know who you are."

Michelle walks away, leaving Peter in a state of shock. He knows what Michelle meant. She knows that he is "him". He stood around for a while wondering what he has done to make it obvious to her. He wonders, "If Michelle has known that he was "him" for a while, why hasn't she told anyone?" He decides to forget about it and leaves the school. He picks up his phone and was about to call his Aunt May, but she was already calling. He answers.

"Hey, Aunt May," he greeted.

"Hi, Peter," greeted May. "Are you on your way home now?"

"Uh, yeah," replied Peter. "Why?"

He heard what sounded like an explosion through the phone.

"What was that?" he asked.

"I'm just calling to tell you to take an alternate route home," said May. "There's been a... slight problem."

"Aunt May, you don't have to hide it. You're in trouble," guessed Peter. "Have you called 911?"

"Everyone I'm with has," answered May. "Don't worry. I'll be fine. If I'm lucky, Spider-Man might show up."

Peter hangs up and started running.

...

An explosion has occurred at a hospital not too far from Peter's apartment building. He arrives as Spider-Man, looking down at the chaos from a skyscraper. Using his synthetic webbing, he swings down from the skyscraper and towards the burning building. The people below see him and started cheering. Spider-Man takes a second to wave at the crowd before smashing through a window. He saw a couple of doctors surrounded by fire. He jumps up and sticks to the ceiling. He crawls his way towards them and webs them both, dragging them out of the fire and towards the stairway.

"Safe trip home," he said, being his usual humorous self.

He then heard a woman shrieking in the floor above him. He pulls his fist back and punches the ceiling as hard as he can to break a hole to the next floor. The shattered concrete causes him to fall, but immediately springs himself up by webbing the ceiling of the next floor. He found his Aunt May and a couple of patients trying to run towards the stairs, only to get blocked by rubble.

"Hey!" Spider-Man shouted. "Over here!"

May and the other two patients turned around and saw Spider-Man. He signaled them to come towards him. Suddenly, the ceiling crumbles and destroys the floor underneath, creating a gap between the web-slinging hero and the civilians. Not wanting to stop and think, he immediately webs the two civilians one by one and pulls them over the gap and drops them on the floor of the level below him. He webs his Aunt May, but instead of pulling her towards the direction where the other civilians escaped, he pulls her towards him.

"Hi," he greeted her.

"Hello," greeted Aunt May. "Shouldn't I be with the others?"

"Nope, you're coming me," said Spider-Man. "Your nephew, Peter Parker, told me to bring you straight to him. But first things first, are there any more people trapped here?"

"No, the firemen managed to rescue all of them. I just got unlucky," answered May.

"Well, then let's get out of here," said Spider-Man. "You may want to hold on tight."

Aunt May holds on to the red-clad superhero as he swings out of the building through a broken window. The crowd cheers as Spider-Man leaves the scene. He lands at an alley and gently puts down his aunt.

"Where's Peter?" asked May.

"I'll go get him," said Spider-Man, swinging away.

Fifteen seconds later, Peter shows up and gives his aunt a big hug.

"I'm glad you're safe," said Peter.

"Spider-Man said you talked to him. How did you even reach him?" asked May.

"He just happened to be crawling on the side of a building wall when I showed up," answered Peter, trying to sound as honest as possible.

"I've noticed that every time I'm about to be mugged or get caught in a life-threatening situation, he's always there to save me," said May. "Are you sure you and Spider-Man aren't best buddies?"

"He keeps his private life private. I should respect it," replied Peter.

"Well, I should be heading back to the hospital, just in case they need another pair of hands to help with the wounded," said May. "You wanna come and help?"

"That'd be great, but I need to run." said Peter. "I have to... uh... met up with Ned. I promised to help him with his homework."

"I hope you can teach him how to ride through college without you. He's a senior now, yet he still asks for your help," commented May. "Well, see you at home, sweetie."

May kisses his nephew on the forehead before returning to the hospital. When Aunt May left his sight, Peter rushes to the back of a dumpster to put his suit back on. He webs his way towards the roof of a building. The second he crawled his way to the top, literally, a portal magically opens in front of him, startling him and almost lost his balance at the edge of the roof. A bubble floats out of the portal and stops in front of the web crawler. Spider-Man, out of curiosity, slowly reaches to poke the bubble. When the face of a familiar-looking wizard pops up in the bubble, the senior student pulls back his hand, startled.

"Merlin?" he asked.

Merlin sits down in his kitchen, drinking tea, while he waits for a response from the receivers of his message. As he sips on the soul-calming liquid, he thinks about his decision to contact the individuals that freed him from his embarrassing situation two years ago. He may have trapped himself in a realm of darkness because of a mistake that he has yet to reveal to anyone and was willing to pull anyone out of their worlds to clean up his mess, but he knew he was doing for a purpose. The situation he is facing right now is too much for even someone who is as powerful as him. He needs help, but he is not forcing anyone into his fight with wand fragments. He is giving those people to choose whether to help him or not.

The tip of his wand began to sparkle. It means that his bubbles have returned. He sips what's left of his cup and walks outside. He smiles when he sees that not only one but all of his contacts have arrived.

"Hey, Merlin," greeted Spider-Man.

"I see you're bringing the crew back together," said Jack.

"I had a feeling you guys would be here," said Elsa. "Did you also get a message from a bubble?"

"Yup," answered Spider-Man and Jack simultaneously.

"I'm pleased to see you all," said Merlin. "I had my doubts, but it's nice to see you all."

"Wait, where's Rey?" asked Spider-Man.

"I didn't send her a message," answered Merlin.

"But why?" asked Spider-Man. "She was part of our team. Don't forget that it's been two years. She's probably a full-fledged Jedi warrior by now. Why would you not contact her?"

"I must not speak of it," said Merlin. "What has happened to her the past two years, she cannot help. It's for the best you do not know."

"No, Merlin. I have to know. We have to know," said Spider-Man. "I'm not going on this mission without her. Now, what happened to her?"

Merlin knew that the young man was serious. He had no choice but to answer his question. Instead of speaking, he waves his wand and opens a portal.

"You will find your answers through the portal," said Merlin. "But I must warn you. You are not going to like what you see."

What will Spider-Man find through the portal? That's gonna have to wait. I need more time to plan for the following chapters. I hope this was a decent opening to the story. Remember, if you want me to continue, just leave a review, share your opinion, ask a question, and tell me you want to see more. I will appreciate it very, very much.