1Chapter One

Battle of the One Winged Mystic Angel and the Keyblade from the Voice...

(Spoiler alert. It will be a good idea if you read some information about Birth by Sleep.)

Gera stepped back a few steps, unnerved by Sephiroth's Masamune... he had never seen a sword like his. He stared at Gera.

"Gera... show me your strength..."

Sephiroth dashed at him, slashing upward. Gera barely had time to block with his Keyblade. Sephiroth then teleported behind him and then struck him with the back of his sword, sending him in the air. Sephiroth then appeared again in front of him, about to give a barrage of attacks, when Gera appeared behind him, talking quietly.

"You're not the only one that can teleport and is fast..."

He pulled his left hand back, making a claw, then tried to swipe him. Sephiroth warped again, landing on the ground, about 30 feet away, starting to walk toward him. Gera landed, too, and pulled out his guns. He started to fired as fast as he could at him, the bullets coming at him like a wall. The crowd began to cheer at the fight, clapping for both sides.

The bullets that were to hit him just disappeared as he continued to walk forward. Gera stepped back, shocked.

What... what IS he!?

He summoned his Keyblade again and dashed at Sephiroth. He jumped in the air and slashed down at him. Sephiroth just stopped, then summoned more columns of fire. Gera was engulfed by the flames, vanishing in the flames, the crowd gasping at the sight. Then an object fell back, hitting the ground. Sephiroth took a look at it, then noticed it was in a circular shape, then knew what it was.

"Reflect!!!"

Pure energy shot out of the orb, the flames following it. Gera was inside a shield, Reflect, casting it right before the flames hit him. The energy blasted right at Sephiroth.... it did nothing. The ground behind him was cracked and destroyed, but a line was still intact behind him. Gera gawked at him, mouth open. The crowd cheered again, amazed at both of their strengths.

"How the HELL are you able to block all of that!?"

Sephiroth brought his Masamune to his side, still staring at Gera. He glared back, his energy starting to cover his body.

This guy.... he's blocking my way to finding Mella...

His fists tightened, the color in his eyes starting to swim with darkness.

After coming this far... I won't...

His body began to shine, something in his pocket was shining, too, along with his necklace.

I won't stop for ANYTHING!!!!

He gave a battle cry, energy exploding from his body. Septhiroth slashed though some rocks that were aiming at him, keeping a stare at where Gera was... though the view of him was blocked by a huge cloud of dust...

Slowly, the dust cleared... Gera's clothes had changed. Chains ran across his chest, two were wrapped around his arms. Strips of leather ran across his shoulders, and black lines running down his cheeks.... But, the most shocking thing was... in his left hand... was a Keyblade he had never seen... the kid jumped to his feet, his eyes wide as the crowd cheered louder then ever before

"No way! It's the Enigmatic Soldier's Keyblade!!! How does he have it!?"

Sephiroth was also shocked, but he pulled his blade back. Gera was paying no attention to him as he looked at the old Keyblade. He felt a strange power come from it.

What... is this?

"It is a Keyblade that someone I knew once wielded. I now let you carry its power in your new battle form. This is only possible by the charm you have."

Charm?

He looked at his own Dark Keyblade and saw the charm that Leon had given attached to the end of the handle.

"Whoa...."

Sephiroth suddenly dashed at Gera, twirling at a high speed at him. He lifted his left Keyblade up, blocking the attack. He grinned, feeling the power from both of the Keyblades and from his necklace. He twirled himself, striking Sephiroth multiple times, knocking him back and up in the air. Gera's foot spun on the ground, then he jumped in the air with him. He began to flip forward, his Keyblades stretching to an amazing length, about 40 feet long whips, hitting Sephiroth dozens of times. He was sent flying back with such force that he broke through the invisible barrier, hitting the wall and making a crater on it. He then dropped to the ground, motionless. After a few seconds of shock from both the crowd and Phil, he cried out.

"And the Winner is.... GERA!"

The crowd stood up, clapping and cheering at Gera as he looked around. He waved with his new Keyblade, smiling. He then started, thinking of something.

What... what will their reaction be when... when I kill Hercules....?

The kid appeared outside the front door of the coliseum, pacing with his hands behind his back quickly. He had a worried look on his face, but that changed when he heard a voice.

"You don't have to be so worried. It will take more then that to kill me."

Sephiroth warped near the kid, who ran toward him.

"God! You scared me witless! Why did you lose?"

Sephiroth closed his eyes.

"I should have been more serious when I fought him... he surprised me, of all people, with that form of his.... and Terra's Keyblade..."

The kid placed his hands behind his head, smiling.

"What? Something surprised the God of Mystic?"

Sephiroth chuckled.

"And you're being yourself, just like the God of Destruction."

"Oi! I'm not all blood lustful like most people think! After all, I'm just a kid."

He gave a look at the kid.

"Mallak? A kid? You are older then I am."

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Gera was in the side lines, checking out his new Keyblade. He had to admit, he like this one much more then his Dark one. It had more... "style" to it, and had a better ability then locking and unlocking hearts. He then started a bit.

Wait... didn't the Voice say something like this before?

His mind went to the Deep Jungle, in the tent when the Voice froze Jade and Tarzan. He said "some can change shape" before... could it be that the Voice knew more then he gave?

Gera jumped when Phil poked him.

"Hey, two words! 'Get. Yourself. Ready!'"

He blinked, then looked down at Phil.

"Wait... that's three wo-"

Phil walked away before he could finish... then saw Hercules himself, waiting. He paused, staring at him... could he do it? Could he kill a Hero such as him? Could he have innocent blood on his hands? What would Mella think? Innocent blood...

End of Chapter One