Chapter One: Death and Rebirth.

The man stood on the slowly rising elevator. The man was clad in a white sleeveless tunic, with some shoulder armor, and black pants, dotted with light armor. In his belt was a dagger with a glowing blue blade and a glowing gold handle. On his back was a white sword. His left arm was entirely black, with golden glowing lines spiderwebbing over it.

The elevator reached the top, merging with the floor. The prince was now standing on an octagonal shaped rooftop. He looked around. There. A man with glowing golden wings was floating.

"It's over, Vizier!" The man shouted, drawing his weapons; sword in right hand, dagger in left.

"Why do you even try to harm me? I am immortal!" the Vizier proclaimed. The other man merely slashed at him.

"Immortal perhaps. But not invincible!" He yelled. He caught the Vizier on the arm. The Vizier snarled, and backed up.

"You will pay for what you have done to my people!" The man said, twirling his sword.

"Done to them? Things will be better now! You should thank me!" The Vizier yelled in response.

"They live among mindless monsters in service to your madness!" The man retorted.

"It is the price of progress!" The Vizier returned.

Suddenly, a large portion of the wall fell down. The man was caught in the middle. He lay there, pinned by rubble. The Vizier stood over him. "Quick and clever… You would have made a fine addition to my army… But adding you to my collection of corpses will have to suffice!" He thrust deeply with his hand. His hand entered the man's chest. In a flash, he had ripped the man's heart from his body. He marveled at how it still beat.

"Farewell… prince." The Vizier crushed the heart. The man was rapidly dying.

"This will not be over just now." The voice echoed in the Prince's mind. Then suddenly-

Far away, in another world and time, a man stood in a ruined hall.

"Where are you, Zeus? I have no time to play." He roared.

A thunderbolt flashed. The man nimbly dodged. A man in a white robe emerged from the shadows.

"You are a fine warrior." Zeus intoned. "However, I now confess my mistake. I made a poor choice, choosing you as the new God of War. Had I known you would betray me, I would have chosen Ares."

"You have no choice." The man reached back, drawing a bow. He drew back the string, and fired an ethereal arrow at the king of gods. Zeus merely leaned to one side, causing the arrow to miss him. The man quickly abandoned the bow, and drew a long whip. He flew towards Zeus, the end of the whip singing. Zeus grabbed the end of the whip, and swung the man in a circle, before the man collided with a ruined pillar.

The man rose again. In an instant, he had bared a set of claws.

"These weapons you carry… you wouldn't have gotten them from the others, would you?" Zeus asked. The man ignored the question, and flew at him. Zeus dodged the strike and kicked the man in the back. The man stood. This time, he reached behind him and drew a pair of swords.

"Your trademark Blades of Glory will not aid you here, Kratos." Zeus intoned. "Not even the God of War can defeat the God of God's!" He vanished. The man, Kratos, was left stunned. Then something slammed into him from behind. He lay there, immobilized by the electricity running through him from Zeus's thunderbolt.

"You had a good fight, Kratos." Zeus raised another thunderbolt. "But I am afraid this ends here." The thunderbolt fell, and Kratos roared in pain.

"This will not be over just now." The voice echoed in Kratos' mind. Then suddenly-

A man dressed in a white outfit, hood obscuring his face, stood on the edges of the party.

A pair of wealthy nobles stood in the crowd. A pair of women walked up to them, dressed succulently, and full figured. One of the nobles merely ignored them, but the other noble allowed himself to be drawn into the crowd to dance. During a spinning move, the girl disappeared.

The noble in the crowd glanced around. He was alone, without bodyguard or date. He looked behind him, feeling a cold shadow-

He turned again. He placed a hand to his throat. Blood…

He fell over, dead. Directly behind him, hidden blade still wet with blood, stood the man with the white outfit.

"Catch him! Retrieve him now!" The remaining noble barked.

The man leapt in the air, downing a guard with a blow between the eyes. Another guard came at him, knife raised. The man merely grabbed his hand, and slammed the knife into the guard's stomach. Another guard tried to stab the killer with a spear; the spear was snatched and used to stab the wielder. The man looked at the remaining guard, who was immobilized with fear, and ignored him.

The living noble ran for his life. The man in white followed. He leapt over a boat and jumped to a rooftop. He saw the noble running towards his destination. He followed, leaping across rooftops. When the noble had reached his destination, he waited on a rooftop.

"Guards! He's behind me! You have to stop him!" the noble yelled. The guards came running after him. The noble and his men were just on the other side of a large arching doorway that led into a courtyard.

"To the entrance. Don't let him see you. Wait for my command." He instructed. The guards obediently followed orders. The noble walked slowly to the doorway. He looked up, and saw the man in white.

The man in white leapt from the rooftop, landing easily on the ground unharmed.

"Oh, bravo, what an impressive display!" The noble applauded sarcastically. The man in white bared his hidden blade, and started to approach the noble. "A pity you could not let your father live to see it." The man in white, hearing the taunt, stepped back. "And as for your mother, once I've dealt with you," The noble continued, "I promise I'll give her my full attention."

The man in white raised his hand, and fired a round out of a hidden pistol. It struck the man straight in his heart. The bullet was in the shape of a cross.

The assassin stepped back, and ran through an alley. He had almost made it to the shelter, when something slammed into his back. He fell over.

"Nothing in life is permanent, least of all life itself." An old man appeared. You should have known that, Ezio." The old man lifted a sword, and slammed it into Ezio's head.

"This will not be over just now." A voice echoed in Ezio's mind. Then suddenly-

The boy stood at the gates of the castle. Standing next to him was a fearsome looking beast.

"Do you have any plans?" The beast asked. The boy shook his head. He looked at his weapon. In his hand was a wooden sword.

"Let's just go in." The boy said, and started jogging towards the entrance. They had barely reached the doorway when they were set upon by heartless. The beast stepped forward, crushing the heartless beneath his claws. They boy stood back, knowing that without his true weapon he could not defeat the heartless. However, one small heartless got past the Beast, and headed towards the boy. The boy smacked at it with his wooden sword, but the heartless merely shook its head, and continued to chase the boy. Then the beast was there, and he gripped the heartless in his claws, shredding it to bits.

The boy and the beast navigated the halls of the Heartless Castle of Hollow Bastion for a long time. After a long trek, they reached a room. There, a dog and a duck were arguing with a teen, roughly the same age as the previous boy, perhaps a year older.

"you…" the teen said as he turned to face the boy and beast.

"Quite right." Someone behind the boy said. The boy turned, and saw a figure of a woman standing there.

"Belle!" the Beast roared. He ran towards her, but the figure faded into a shadow Heartless. The Beast charged at it, but the doors to the room closed behind him, locking him from the room.

"Its time you learned your place, Sora." The teen said. He pointed a key shaped sword at Sora, the boy. A beam of light shot from its tip, about to impale the boy when-

-the dog stood in front of the boy, holding its shield, and deflecting the blast.

"You… you would betray your orders, your king?" the teen mocked.

"I'm sorry, but Sora is my friend too!" The dog snapped in response. He then called to the duck. "Sorry, Donald, but can you tell the king I'm really sorry?"

"Wait, Goofy!" the duck said, running to the boy's side. "We'll tell him together."

"Bah… Your heart is weak." The teen said, smirking. Sora merely looked at him.

"The heart may be weak, and it may give in, but as long as I have friends with me, I will always live on in their hearts." Sora proclaimed. At that moment, there was a flash of light, and the key shaped sword appeared in Sora's hands. The teen was shocked, and speechless.

"I'm sorry, Riku." Sora said, wielding his Keyblade. "Its over."

Riku, the teen, merely snarled. He was covered in darkness, and when the darkness cleared he was wearing the armor of a Heartless. In his hands was a bat winged sword, Soul Eater.

"DIE!" he roared, dashing across the room, and slamming his weapon into Sora's chest. Sora fell backwards, hitting the floor with a thump. Blackness closed in.

"This will not be over just now." A voice echoed in Sora's mind. Then suddenly-

The Prince sat up. What… I thought I was dead… After he got over his shock, he took stock of his surroundings. He was in an entirely white room. There was a a small curtain on the wall: other then that, the room was entirely empty. There were no windows. There was only a doorway and the curtain, and whatever was behind it. The Prince got up. He walked to the curtain and pushed it back. There behind the curtain, were three objects he had hoped he wouldn't ever have to use again. Yet here they were, and it probably was not safe to leave them.

The Prince picked up the first item, a dagger with a glowing blue blade and a glowing gold handle. It was the Dagger of Time. It had various time-manipulating abilities, depending on the amount of the Sands of Time contained in it. He had last had it during his failed battle with the Vizier; it did not surprise him somehow that it had once again found its way to him. It seemed to have a way of doing that. He slid the dagger into his belt.

The Prince picked up the second item. This was the Water Sword, a deadly weapon, the sword with which he had slain the Dahaka, the Guardian of the Timeline. It was a proven blade. However, he had left this weapon on the Island of Time, hidden deep in the past. What on earth was it doing here? Nevertheless, he slid it onto one of the two sheaths on his back.

The third object made him visibly stop. It was a black sword, with a golden-edged rim, with strange runes carved upon it. This was the Blade of the Sands, something that had power even over the Sands of Time. A dangerous sword, he had found it deep in the ancestral tombs of the Sultan of Ahzad more then seven years ago. He had rewound time after finding it, far past the point where he had found it, so in actuality, he hadn't found it. He had vowed never to find it, as it was the weapon that he had taken to wreck vengeance for the death of his lover. He openly hesitated at this weapon. However, the Prince shrugged off the memory with effort, and slid it also upon his back. He was wearing the sleeveless white tunic that he had been just wearing.

He noticed a line of golden dashes on the floor leading out of the room. The Prince rose from his place, and began walking down the dimly lit hallway.

Kratos, the God of War, awoke on a cold floor. Uhh… What hit me? Oh yeah: Zeus, that bastard. The man winced, before sitting up. Unceremoniously stabbed into a nearby wall were a pair of swords. Kratos pulled the weapons from the wall, ramming them into the sheaths on his back. His two Blades of Glory were his favorite weapon: he didn't like anyone else touching them.

What the hell? Is this some weird new section of Mount Olympus that I haven't seen before? No, it can't be: I died, cleanly, skewered by a thunderbolt.

Kratos preferred not to over-think things. He merely started walking out of the room, down the dimly lit hallway.

Ezio the Assassin awoke instantly. He remained in his sleeping position, discovering what he could about his surroundings with his ears, and the feel of the floor. Then he opened his eyes.

Cold metal tiles, bad for climbing, good for running. I am alone in this room. The room is around fifteen feet by thirteen feet. My weapons and equipment are in a rack six steps to the side. I am at one end of a room. Ezio stopped his mental description to strap on his weapons. A sword went at his hip. On both of his wrists were hidden blades. On his left hidden blade was a built in pistol. On his right, a grapnel gun. On his back was a short blade. Several throwing knives were in various slits on his outfit. A large cross-shaped throwing star hung by a chain around his neck.

Well now, where am I? Ezio wondered. He had barely completed that thought when he noticed a hallway leading from the room.

Seeing as the only way to go was out, he began walking down the hallway. After a few moments, he noticed an intricate system of rafter's.

Stealth is a must in the ways of the assassin. Ezio thought grimly. He vaulted onto the rafters, and began creeping out of the hall.

Sora awoke slowly, blinking sleep from his eyes.

"Huh… Guys?" He called. He was alone in his white chamber, without even a rack for his weapon. However, his weapon was not a kind that would take kindly to being placed on a rack.

Sora stood, eyes darting about, searching. No heartless… nothing… No sign of Riku, or Donald or Goofy. He stood up, his yellow sneakers making squeaking noises on the tiles floor.

Sora summoned his weapon, a large oversized key-shaped sword known as the Keyblade. His particular keyblade was the Kingdom Key.

I wonder what's going on… Sora thought dazedly. He gazed about him. His chamber had pure white walls, so white that it was difficult to tell where the wall started and the floor began. There was a single hallway leading out of the room. The hallway was far darker then the room; the room was lit by a floating orb of light, while the corridor seemed to be shrouded in shadow. Sora grimaced, and shouldered his keyblade.

There's only one thing to do! Sora thought determinedly. He started walking down the dimly lit hallway.

Prince hadn't walked for very long before he came to a large, circular room, containing the entrances of five hallways, including the one he had just walked from. The room was dimly lit, like the rest of the hallways, and he was getting a feeling that he was not alone. The shadows could conceal an enemy. He stopped in the exact center of the room. He could hear footsteps coming from one of the hallways. In reflex, he drew his Water Sword, keeping his Blade of the Sands and his Dagger of Time sheathed.

The footsteps hesitated, and then, with a primal roar, a large, muscular, bald man sporting a single red streak on his face came roaring out of the hallway, swinging a pair of swords that glowed faintly. Prince could just make out the inscription on their handles: Blades of Glory.

Prince neatly blocked the man's gigantic swing with his Water Sword. He could feel the raw strength in they man. What… what IS this man? Prince wondered as he rolled backwards and took up a defensive posture, drawing his Blade of the Sands as well, spinning them in his hands.

"Who are you?" the big man asked, as he swung his swords again. Prince swiftly ducked under the swing, and tried to counter.

"I am the Prince of Persia," Prince said, swinging his Blade of the Sand at the man, "And a King of Blades!"

The man chuckled. "You may be the Prince of Persia, and you may be a King of Blades," He blocked the Prince's counter with his left hand Blade of Glory, "But I am Kratos, the God of War!"

"I have slain monsters and demons, not to mention a so-called Goddess. A God of War would be the next step up." Prince taunted, sliding back from the man as they circled each other warily, each regarding the inherent skill in the other's blade work. "We shall see."

Above the battling pair, Ezio watched the battle with interest. He had never seen two such skilled warriors. In all fairness, he had to admit that they may even be his equals. However, they were dangerous, and he did not know if they were responsible for his presence here.

The brute, the one who called himself Kratos, is less of a threat to me. Ezio thought quickly. While the Prince is agile enough to chase me through any environment, Kratos' style would be to charge recklessly. He would be easier to escape from. The Prince is the more immediate threat to me, and he must be eliminated. Ezio drew a throwing knife from his outfit. He hefted it and took aim. Suddenly, movement caught his eye.

A teenager with a large, key-shaped sword was staring straight at him. His eyes were wide, as if he was surprised to see him there. Then the teen's eyes narrowed slightly in determination, and he gripped his keyblade.

In a split-second decision, Ezio threw the knife at the teen. However, at that moment, the teen yelled the word "Firaga!" and a fireball sprouted like a flowering bud from the tip of his Keyblade. The fireball intercepted the knife, causing it to drop to the floor, heated to a glow.

The teen jumped, and grabbed onto the rafter. Ezio kicked him down, and dropped onto the shoulders of the one called Prince, knocking him over.

"Face the wrath of Ezio the Assassin!" Ezio hissed, as he unsheathed his hidden blade and prepared to strike. Suddenly, the boy with the keyblade tackled him over. Ezio barely managed to kick him off of him. Ezio drew his sword. He gave Kratos a slight nod. Kratos looked confused for a moment, and then he nodded as well. They would work together.

Sora slashed at the big man standing over the one that the white-hooded assassin had knocked over. Sora held out his hand to the man. He took it hesitantly, and Sora helped him up. The assassin then started running at Sora, but the man Sora had saved blocked his strike, and kicked him in the stomach, sending him backwards.

"Back to back!" the man yelled. Sora complied. "What's your name?" the man asked.

"My name's Sora." Sora responded. He felt the man's back brush his as they took up a back to back defensive position. "You?"

"I am the Prince of Persia." The man said simply. The assassin, called Ezio, and the big man, called Kratos, were circling around them. Then Kratos charged, scything his blades of glory in a sawing motion.

The Prince pushed Sora out of the way, and then ducked under the strikes and tripped Kratos. Ezio flew at him, and Sora fired a Thunder spell to keep him occupied.

Kratos fell to the ground, tripped by the Prince. Suddenly, he grabbed Prince's leg, and swung him to and fro, spinning him before hurling him across the room. Ezio lifted his left arm, and pointed it at the fallen Prince. There was a loud bang and a puff of smoke from his arm, and then-

Everything stopped.

Kratos couldn't move. He tried lifting his Blades of Glory, and found that he actually was moving, but at such a slow speed that it was nearly impossible to tell. Ezio and the teen called Sora were likewise afflicted. However, the one called Prince was not. The golden lines on the black-colored skin of his left arm were pulsating faintly.

Prince stood quickly faster then Kratos had ever seen him move. Both of his swords, both the legendary Water Sword and his deadly Blade of the Sands, were in their sheaths on his back. However, in the Prince's hands was a weapon that Kratos had not noticed before. A beautiful dagger, with a glowing blue blade and a glowing golden handle. The Prince's finger was firmly holding down one of a few buttons on the dagger's handle.

The Prince ran at him at high speeds. He slashed him over and over. Kratos tried to roar in pain, but he couldn't move. His body was covered in a thousand cuts. Ezio was trying to assist him, a ball of metal having emerged from his device of his wrist in a puff of smoke. The ball of metal was moving sluggishly across the room at a more visible speed. The Prince merely walked over to it and picked it up out of the air. He placed it right above Kratos' shoulder. Then he started approaching Ezio.

Abruptly, normal time was restored. The ball of metal slammed into Kratos' shoulder, piercing into the meat of his arm. The roar Kratos had been attempting to let out finally came. Sora flinched, and started running at him with his keyblade ready. Kratos shrugged off the wounds as easily as he could: there was still a battle to be fought, and to hell with his wounds! He rammed the kid out of his way with a punch to the kid's face. His nose sprouted blood, but somehow the kid managed to keep his feet, and fired a ball of ice at Ezio. Ezio's face was coated in ice, and the time it took to get it off of his face cost him his distance from Prince. When he did get it off, his face looked like it had been burned by the intense cold. The Prince closed with Ezio, and they dueled. Kratos swung his right hand Blade of Glory at the kid, but the kid blocked, and slashed at Kratos. Kratos kicked him back. The kid, Sora, landed on his feet, and leveled his keyblade at Kratos.

Great… Kratos thought, raising his Blades of Glory, Just great…

The Prince felt a twinge in his left arm. He was battling against the demon inside him with all of his strength as he crossed swords with Ezio. Suddenly, Ezio dropped his sword, and plunged his hidden blade into Prince's arm.

The Prince's left arm had been infected by the Sands of Time, the same power which had enabled him to use the Dagger of Time a few moments ago to slow down time for everything around him. However, if he tapped into the power of the Sands that were contained in his arm, he would be transformed into a Sand Monster.

Ezio's hidden blade glowed golden for a moment, then strange markings, like mist runes engraved themselves on his hidden blade. Ezio, seeing the development, yanked his weapon back out of Prince's arm.

"What… what are you?" Ezio muttered. The Prince raised his blade.

"You're worst nightmare." He muttered.

"You wish." Kratos retorted, standing, blood pouring over him, making him look like a crimson warrior. "Who's the kid?

"Someone from the light." Sora responded. However, his facial expression was dark with anger.

"Well, I see you've all been getting along." A female voice said.

Everyone stopped fighting immediately. Walking into the room was a girl in a white dress.

"…Namine?" Sora asked. "No, you're different."

She looks like a blonde version of Kaileena. Prince thought.

"Why do you walk like Athena?" Kratos muttered.

"Who are you?" Ezio asked.

The girl paused, examining the four warriors. Prince's cursed arm was dribbling a golden fluid, the blood of a Sand Creature. Sora's nose was bloody. Kratos was suffering from many minor cuts: small, but numerous and oozing. Ezio had a few bad lacerations on his face, barely visible under his hood.

"Welcome, Warriors of Light." The woman said softly. "I have called you here."

The four warriors gave her a blank look. Then Sora stepped forward.

"My name is Sora." He said in a friendly manner, despite the blood oozing slowly from his nose. Kratos started to take a step towards Sora, but Prince gave him a look, his finger resting on the handle of his dagger. Kratos stepped back, frustrated.

"Why have you called us here?" Ezio asked.

"You are the only ones who can defeat the encroaching darkness."

"Darkness?" Sora's eyes went alert. "You mean the Heartless?"

"What are the Heartless?" Kratos asked.

"And who are you?" Prince asked.

Ezio remained silent.

"My name is Seiris Nhel. I am known to some as the Goddess of Order." The girl, Seiris explained. "My brother, Saerkis Vhal, the God of Chaos, has unleashed a strange power on my land, called the Deepness. It has ravaged my people and my land." She placed a hand on the wall of the ruined castle. "While this was once a place of happiness and strength, a place where the people would come for counsel and protection, my brother has ruined it, and the people have retreated to their own lands."

"And what does all of this have to do with us?" Kratos demanded.

"There is a prophecy." She said softly, in her low, melodious voice, "That tells us that four warriors of Order will be summoned to our world to combat the Deepness, and the four warriors of Chaos will attempt o destroy them. It says that unless they defeat my brother, Saerkis Vhal, this world is fated to fall into the Deepness. And then the Deepness will spread to your worlds, and devour them as well."

"Hold on!" Kratos held up his hands. "You think that I am some 'Warrior of Light'? You've got to be joking." He snorted, and turned around. "I'm going home."

"You cannot go home." Seiris said softly.

"Tell me how." Kratos said, grabbing the front her dress and lifting her off her feet. Ezio stood, impassive to all appearances, but Prince and Sora cried out, and started forwards, but Seiris merely blinked, and Kratos was hurled backwards as if he had been slammed with a hammer.

"You fool!" Seiris said hotly, "Do you not realize the seriousness of this predicament? The Deepness is the enemy of all life, and unless it is stopped now, before it devours this world, there will never be another chance for the union of warriors that is necessary to destroy it!" her eyes narrowed. "And never, ever, EVER, touch me in that manner AGAIN!" as she spoke, she began hovering, her blonde hair seeming to float. Her eyes blazed white, and a pair of ethereal white angel wings appeared behind her. Her blue dress seemed to rise in a breeze that only she could feel, wisping around her figure. Prince immediately knelt: his head bowed, his hands on the hilt of his Water Sword, unsheathed, and stabbed into the ground in front of him in the classic knighting pose.

"It's like I am finally seeing true beauty for the first time in my life!" Prince cried.

And it was. Seiris was beauty, honor, and everything good in the worlds personified. As she stood there, Ezio slowly knelt, with his head on the floor, his hands spread to the sides.

"Here, at least, is beauty that even Da Vinci would not be able to capture with his skill." Ezio murmured.

Sora stood, mouth open, keyblade dropped on the floor, for a good minute before falling to his knees, face uplifted.

Kratos, however, was a god in his own right: The God of War. He stood, injured, bleeding, reckless, and defiant. Standing there, before her, his Blades of Glory whipped from their sheaths, held before him in combat pose, the scene was that for myth: A glowing goddess of immeasurable power and beauty, the Goddess of Order; and a warrior, the apparition of man, their champion, their God of War. They stood opposed to one another, before Kratos' Blades of Glory began glowing faintly. A line of power ran over him, and he stood tall, his skin still covered in blood but no longer injured, healed of his wounds. For a moment it seemed as if he might attack.

Then, Kratos lowered his blades.

"Ah, hell." He grunted. "I might as well. I've got nothing better to do."

He grudgingly placed his swords back in their sheathes, and went to one knee, one hand resting on the floor in front of him, and the other in a fist over his heart, in salute.

The first part of the prophecy was fulfilled.

The Warriors of Order had joined.

Far away from the ruined palace known as Order's Sanctuary, located deep inside a place where there was only a swirling dark blue mist and lightning, there was a strange area. It was inside the eye of a vortex of slow-spinning blue mist. There, inside the calm center of the storm, was a strange sight. Five men stood in a circle. They stood on a circular platform of dark gray rock. In a dais above the quintuplet, there was a stone throne, wreathed in ice and tendrils of cold wind. There was a wall of ice separating it from the five figures standing together, confused, but the five men seemed less interested in the throne and more interested in each other.

"So, do any of you know why we are here?" one of the men said. He was tall, with short brown hair, and he was chewing on a clove of garlic. He was wearing a black-gray hooded long-sleeved shirt, and wore a pair of thin leather gloves. His pants were dark gray. His eyes betrayed nothing. Strapped to his back was a black short katana, with the word Justice inscribed on one side of the blade, and the word Mercy inscribed on the other side of the blade. He also had several throwing knives, a few vials of what were assumed to be poison, a punch dagger, an arm blade, a short blade, and a whip. Strapped to his hip was a tiny crossbow, about the size of a man's hand.

"No idea." Another man said. His chest, shoulders and upper back were scrawled with glowing green lines, inscribed over his gray skin. Two large horns protruded from his forehead. He had long black hair. In his hands was a pair of large two handed broadswords. However, he could wield them with only one hand. This was a demon.

"Who are you?" another man asked. He wore a long black coat, with silver shoulder pads. His hair was long and silver-white, despite his face and lean body, which looked around twenty-five years old. His face was the image of perfection, a cruel perfection. His face was too perfect. In his hands he carried a katana far too long. The blade was around twelve feet.

"Name's Durzo Blint." The first man, the one with the black sword answered, still chewing his garlic. For some reason, the garlic left no scent. "I'm the best wetboy ever born." (Introducing: Durzo Blint, from the book "The Way of Shadows")

"Wetboy?" the second man, the demon, asked.

"Think of an assassin for hire." Durzo said smugly, "Then think of him infinitely better. Assassin's have targets because assassin's sometimes miss. Wetboy's have deaders because their target is already dead the moment the contract is taken. The rest of their short life is merely a formality."

"Interesting." The man with the ultra-long katana smirked.

"And who are you?" the demon asked the man with the katana.

He answered calmly. "Heaven's Dark Harbinger, the Calamity. The One-Winged Angel. Sephiroth." (Introducing: Sephiroth, from "Final Fantasy VII")

The demon grinned. "I am Thak Farelle the Demonspawn." (Introducing my personal character from "World of Warcraft": Thak Farelle)

Another man, one who had been keeping quiet, walked forwards. His skin was a dark color, and his short hair was red and gold. He was dressed in a black outfit that seemed like a strange kind of armor. He had a white cape with purple designs down the edge.

"I am Ganondorf, the Dark Emperor." He said. His hands crackled with dark energy, so dark that it looked as if it was hued dark purple. (Introducing: Ganondorf, from "Zelda" and "Super Smash Bros. Brawl")

The final, fifth man approached. He breathed with a hissing noise. He wore a black cloak with the hood up. His hand was that of a skeleton. Gripped in that hand was a large scythe. He emanated fear, death, and hatred. His aura was so strong that everyone, even Sephiroth, stepped back.

"I am hunger… I am thirst…" the figure wheezed. "I can be stabbed a thousand times, and not die… I can drink a river of blood, and not burst… I can lie a thousand nights on the ice, and not freeze… I am the Reaper." He raised his head, and they saw a skull with little balls of flame as eyes. (Introducing: the Grim Reaper, from… anything)

"Well, I see you all have been introduced."

All the five warriors whirled around. There, sitting on the stone throne, was a figure.

"Who the hell are you?" Durzo asked.

The figure raised his hand. The wall of ice shattered into a thousand tiny fragments. There, sitting on the throne, was a man robed in red. On his head was a crown of flames. As he sat on the throne, he stared at the warriors with satisfaction.

"I am Saerkis Vhal. The God of Chaos. I have need of your skills." He said.

"You wish to hire us?" Sephiroth asked in disbelief.

"Your payment will be well worth it." Saerkis Vhal stood. He raised his hand. A quintuplet of orbs emerged from his hand, each one glowing with a strange energy.

"Immortality." He said with a terrible smile.

Durzo Blint snorted. "I've had enough of immortality. I've lived for five centuries, thanks to my black ka'kari. I don't need another."

"What about that woman you love, Guinevere Kirena, Momma K?" Saerkis Vhal smiled.

Durzo Blint stiffened. "How do you know about that?"

"I know everything about you five." He responded. "Including how immortality would be a great advantage to your goal, Sephiroth."

Sephiroth looked startled, but said nothing.

"And for Thak Farelle, wouldn't it be nice to evade those annoying men of the Alliance, as well as those pesky Night Elves?"

"Your knowledge is great." Thak muttered.

"And Ganandorf, wouldn't it be nice to have an eternity to blast the world into Subspace? No time limits?"

Ganandorf snorted. "You might think it's like that, but you've got it wrong. I have only one goal in mind, one which you are no part of." He leaped at Saerkis Vhal, his hand glowing with dark energy. He rammed his fist forwards-

-and was stopped. His hand was gripped by Saerkis Vhal, and he was holding him in midair. Then the God of Chaos spun, and hurled Ganandorf into the throne. Ganandorf was thrown backwards from a pulse of power that surged through the gray stone of the dark throne. He landed on his back at the edge of the circular platform.

"You will obey my orders… or be terminated." Saerkis Vhal said coldly.

One by one, the five dark warriors bowed.

The second part of the prophecy was fulfilled.

The Warriors of Chaos had assembled…

… But why were there five warriors of Chaos and only four warriors of Order?

All right! Here it is: the ultimate crossover. This story was originally based on Final Fantasy Dissidia, but it evolved as I wrote this chapter to become something else entirely. Originally, I had planned it to be a huge tournament, with the Prince of Persia, Sora, Kratos, and Ezio all competing against each other, but then I felt the urge to add in Sephiroth and Ganondorf, and from there it somehow evolved into this.

I can't believe I'm writing this. Most of the time, whenever I get an idea for a story, I write down a description, like a movie trailer, and then I usually never go back to it. But for this, I actually started writing! Yaay me! Alright, enough blabbering about my personal writing issues. This is a story about the warriors of Order battling against the warriors of Chaos, not about me slaving away at a computer.

My inspiration for having Prince in the story is the fact that I LOVE the video game Prince of Persia Warrior Within. He kicks butt. I added him in two of my Kingdom Hearts Fanfiction.

Ezio is there because, like (hopefully) everyone, I really enjoyed Assassins Creed II, just as I loved AC 1. Plus, he's just awesome.

Kratos… I always wondered who would win: Him, or Prince? I haven't really played that many God of War games, but I know what happens in most of them.

Sora: KINGDOM HEARTS IS AWESOME. I am the ultimate KH and ORG XIII FAN.

Plus: have often wondered who would win: Prince, Kratos, Ezio, or Sora? All of them are pretty good fighters.

I just HAD to add Sephiroth as an evil guy. You know how it is. HE's all "One Winged Angel."

I have the feeling that no one knows about Durzo Blint, but the book "The Way of Shadows" written by Brent Weeks, and its two sequels: "Shadow's Edge" and "Beyond the Shadows" are all amazing. However, in case you have read the book, he was awesome as Kylar's master, and I was actually considering adding in Kylar. However, I realized that Kylar would never work for my bad guy. They should really make a video game or a manga about them. Also, I wanted to have a battle with Wetboy vs. Assassin because of the way Durzo looks down on Assassins, believing them to be less skilled then wetboys. I wonder what Ezio and Altair would say about that!

Ganondorf is my favorite character in Super Smash Bros. Brawl. And he's all dark and emo. Plus, I want to see him battle the fifth warrior, whoever that may turn out to be.

Thak Farelle the Demonspawn was my personal customized character in World of Warcraft (Thanks to the Skin Editor program), a game that I (regrettably) have lost access to because my stupid disk got crushed by my chair. I am very bad at keeping my things safe.

And as for the Grim Reaper… Well, let's see who can deal with him.

Saerkis Vhal and Seiris Nhel were originally inspired by Cosmos and Chaos from Final Fantasy Dissidia, but Saerkis Vhal was also shaped by Darken Rahl from the book "Wizard's First Rule" written by Terry Goodkind, and from its TV adaption series: "Legend of the Seeker". Seiris Nhel was influenced by Galadriel from "The Lord of the Rings", but is more obviously like Cosmos from Dissidia.

I would also like people's opinions of what lands they should travel through: Jungle, Ice, Volcano, that sort of thing. Also, I would like a few ideas as for the fifth warrior of Order. I was considering Luke Skywalker (because it would look strange seeing Luke Skywalker and Ganondorf battle), or someone else equally random, but your ideas will be greatly considered.

Please review, because reviews are like the best thing ever.

- Chris Talonflight