A/N: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and special thanks to Greatkingrat88 for his work on the chapter. Also a special thanks to Jameyofthemegacosmos for posting this story on Space Battles.

The first three chapters might be a little short, but they are necessary given that Lelouch physically isn't capable of enduring what is ahead. However rest assured he'll have opportunities to show off his tactical capabilities he just needs the right allies to work with, and he'll be getting them in the coming chapters to start off with.

I'll save any further comments for the end of the chapter to avoid spoilers.

First to address some reviews I couldn't reply to.

Guest: That meeting is a long way off, but something to look forward to. First meeting might be a little rocky, but that is usually how some of Lelouch's friendships start off if we consider Kallen, Suzaku and others.

Captain Imaginat: Well I don't want to reveal any spoilers, but there will be some back and forth between the anime, video game and Disney villains on Reasons they would suck which would depend on the characters.

Maleficent will have her time in the spotlight after maybe the first six or seven chapters or so of set up, but other characters might step up. The group Ardyn and others are with are their own group while they have alliances and agreements with Maleficent and Organization XIII these agreements may change depending on how things play out.

Britannia will be its own group as touched upon in this chapter to fulfill a goal set by the group Ardyn is with as part of a grander design. Something that Lelouch has unknowingly become a part of, but he'll catch on in time.

As for form changes Sora and Lelouch will have their own along with some special editions, which I will not spoil and its dependent on how things play out in the coming chapters. Dive Forms and Shotlocks will also appear along with Limit Breaks, and Summoning too.

And lastly Disney Characters will have a role to play as well, but I am keeping it brief to avoid spoilers.

Anyway on with the chapter.

Chapter 2

Forge Ahead

"Ugh," Lelouch muttered. He let out a groan as consciousness began to return to him in full. His eyes fluttered open, but his vision was blurred. A voice was speaking to him.

"Hello," the voice said.

"Who?" Lelouch's vision slowly cleared. The young man tried to sit up, but a hand upon his shoulder stopped him.

"You shouldn't be moving around too much," the voice sounded distinctly masculine, Lelouch noted.

"Who are you?"

As Lelouch's vision cleared, he was able to see him. The man appeared to be in his early thirties with brown hair and a white stripe near his forehead, carrying himself with a friendly air about him. His yellow eyes were distinctive, but his attire even more so. He wore black robes with a red sash wrapped around his waist, a blood-red cape upon his shoulders, and a white cravat with a red gem embedded in it.

"I am Lord Solus zos Galvus, hailing from the Adrestian Empire," the man did an extravagant gesture with his white-gloved hands. "One of the Empire's wealthiest lords, incidentally. I oversee all of the Empire's architecture projects, and I am also its biggest patron for the arts. I created such production companies as the Mittelfrank Opera Company, as well as building theaters for them to perform."

Lelouch was left speechless at Solus' extravagant display.

"Now that my introduction is out of the way, who are you?"

"Lelouch Lamperouge," Lelouch said. "Where am I?"

Looking around, Lelouch noticed he was inside what looked like a simple abode. The building was something from the fifteenth century. Still, the house was furnished with all the required necessities.

"You're at Remire Village," Solus said. "To be specific, you are in the central region of the Adrestian Empire's territory at the foot of the Oghma Mountains. We are close to the borders of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus if you were curious."

"I…" Lelouch began, but the words failed to exit his mouth.

"Are you from another world?" Solus smirked. "You were found gripping a very unusual weapon, and you had some severe injuries. It is said those who possess the Keyblade can travel to other worlds. Is that true?"

"What," Lelouch said before his expression changed to one of surprise. "How do you know about the Keyblade?"

"As a man indulged in theater in all of its forms, even creating some productions myself. I've collected books about legends and tomes collected from across the world for inspiration. The legends about the Keyblade I've heard about have been among the most intriguing."

"How did you hear about it?"

"Through different sources," Solus shrugged. "People I've met who have known such legends and old books I've acquired here and there."

"And you believe I am from another world, just like that?"

"For one thing, you are wearing bizarre clothes, the likes of which I have never seen. You wield a very unusual magical weapon that disappears when someone tries to hold it. Now, how many legends do you think to speak of a weapon fashioned into a key?"

Lelouch had to concede he had a fair point.

"Most famous is the legend of a warrior clad in white, who used such a weapon during the War of Heroes about a thousand years ago," Solus said, making some extravagant hand gestures. "The White Paladin, as the legend calls him, used his strange sword in the shape of a key to cut down the wicked in the service of Saint Seiros. No barrier nor any gate could stop him from leaving a chilled wind in his wake!"

"Does the legend mention what happened to him?"

"The legend says he came from another world, so many believe he left this world. Those who had heard the legend have no idea," Solus said after he shook his head.

"I see…"

Lelouch had been hoping for more; to rescue his sister, he would have to master the Keyblade. However, he knew that wouldn't be enough. As worried as he was for Nunnally's well-being, he knew it would be folly to attempt a rescue on his own.

"Now, would you mind telling me what on Fódlan happened to you? My men and I had happened upon you on the side of the road some distance from this village."

"I…" Lelouch hesitated for a moment. "My sister and I were attacked by a woman wearing a black cloak. She led a collection of dark creatures she called the Heartless, alongside some undead soldiers."

"That's quite the effort to hunt you two down."

"Most of those she commanded were sent to deal with the authorities who tried to intervene. The students of the academy who attended, on the other hand, I doubt many had a chance to escape."

"It must've been complete chaos. I assume you tried to escape?"

Lelouch nodded.

"Yes, but we were intercepted. We had no chance to escape, and despite trying to fight back, it was badly one-sided."

"So basically, you got beaten very badly."

"Yes," Lelouch said with a grimace. He didn't like being reminded of his defeat.

"And your sister was kidnapped afterward."

"Yes, as I've mentioned. The woman who attacked me called Nunnally a Princess of Heart. I have no idea what that means, but Nunnally would be handed over to someone called Maleficent."

"Maleficent?"

"They call her the Mistress of Evil. There would be others like Nunnally being held prisoner with her."

"So, more Princesses of Heart. How curious. They must be extraordinary in some way to drive someone to kidnap them."

"Yes, but I don't understand how."

"It's still intriguing, though. But how do you plan to rescue your sister?"

"I don't know, but I need to learn how to use the Keyblade," Lelouch said. He opened his right hand and willed the blade into being, taking hold of it. "But I can't save her alone either."

Solus put one hand to his chin, quietly contemplating something. Then his expression changed, breaking into a bright smile.

"I know! And what fortuitousness for you. In this village is a former knight of the Church- and not just any knight, but their best."

"You said 'former?'"

"Yes," Solus acknowledged with a nod. "He left their ranks over twenty years ago to focus on raising his daughter, but he formed his own mercenary company to put food on the table."

"Are you suggesting having him train me?"

"Yes, that is exactly right."

"I don't have the money to hire him."

"No need to worry; I got plenty to spare," Solus said. Noticing Lelouch's expression, he added, "That face tells me you are questioning my motives. I'm offering you help, and we barely just met. Am I right?"

"What are you expecting to get out of this?"

"A fair question," Solus acknowledged with a nod. "I would like to see a legend brought to life before me. You are the first Keyblade Wielder to appear in all of Fódlan after a thousand years, and besides that legend, I told you, people know so very little about what a Keyblade can do. Once they see you develop it, that could become the source material for a new play, or maybe even allow for the legend of the White Paladin to be made into full production."

"That is still quite the investment just to learn more about a legend."

"Maybe, but consider this," Solus raised an index finger. "How do you plan on learning to use the Keyblade on your own? Maybe if you take my offer, you could find yourself in a position to find some allies."

Lelouch had to admit Solus had him there. Stranded in a strange world with no allies or connections, he knew he was left with little to no options. How could the prince even begin to approach anyone to learn how to use the Keyblade? He had nothing to offer as he was now.

His thoughts were interrupted when the door to the house they were in opened. A man who appeared to be in his early forties walked in. He had the grizzled expression of a veteran warrior who had seen many battles, wearing armor and an orange tunic. He had dirty blond hair and brown eyes, and a mean stare.

Following him was a young woman who was at least a few years older than Lelouch. Her stoic expression made her stand out, along with her darker attire. Her dark blue hair and blue eyes complemented her black dress, which consisted of boots, shorts, a top with some armor around her torso, and a black cloak.

"Lord Solus. I see the kid is finally awake," The older of the new arrivals said.

"Yes. Have you given my proposal any thought?"

"Well, what you are offering is very generous, but I am uncertain if I am qualified to teach."

"Didn't you train your daughter for combat? From what I've heard, she has become quite the skilled warrior under your tutelage."

"True," the older man said as he used one hand to rub the back of his head. "But looking at him, it's going to take months or years to get a scrawny kid like him in shape."

"Perhaps I could help. You've heard about my Crest, yes?" Solus said with a reassuring smile.

"Yes, but could that make a difference?"

"What are you talking about?" Lelouch asked.

"Ah, how rude of me. I should've introduced you," Solus gestured to the older man. "This fellow is Jeralt, former Captain of the Knights of Seiros. Next to him is his daughter Byleth."

"A pleasure, kid," Jeralt said. "But as I was telling Lord Solus here, it would take a lot of time to train you. That time we don't have since we'll be heading to the Kingdom for a job in a couple of days."

"As I was about to say, I could arrange it such that you can teach him within two days. My Crest is unique in that I can create special spaces where time stands still. You could spend possibly years in one of my created spaces and not age a day or even accomplish tasks that would've taken ages."

"I heard about what your crest is capable of, but I never heard anything about that," Jeralt said with surprise.

"It has been beneficial, especially when composing new plays, among other things."

As Solus and Jeralt talked, Lelouch noticed Byleth stood by in passive silence. She had a stoic expression on her face, which Lelouch took as a sign that she was a serious professional.

"Still, you drive a hard bargain, Lord Solus," Jeralt said quietly. "I assume this method is safe?"

"I wouldn't suggest it otherwise."

Jeralt sighed. "Alright, I'll take the job. I trust you'll pay me the agreed amount and take care of my other… debts."

"Of course, as long as you take care of the boy."

"Sure, but I doubt it will be easy," Jeralt folded both arms over his chest. "Do you think the kid will be motivated?

"Yes, he will be," Solus replied with confidence.

Back on the Destiny Islands, Sora was presently inside a cave, located at the heart of the small island that was their playground. It was spacious enough for anyone to enter, and there was a small hollow at the end of the passageway. The most unusual feature was a wooden door with no handle that no one could open. The cave had become a popular place for visitors, where the children who came to the island to play would leave drawings made with chalk.

Sora was adding something to a drawing he and Kairi had made together when they were younger. Sora had drawn Kairi, and she had drawn him on the cave wall. Now he was adding his hand, offering Kairi a star-shaped fruit, the paopu fruit. According to legend, if two people shared a paopu fruit, they would remain a part of each other's lives forever.

It was clear that Sora harbored an innocent crush on Kairi.

A snapped twig interrupted Sora's daydreaming.

"Who's there?!" he demanded, startled.

Sora turned around, seeing a figure wearing a brown cloak with belt straps over his shoulders and chest. The man's posture was also highly unusual. While he appeared humanoid in shape, there was something inhuman about him.

"I've come to see the door to this world," said the figure.

"Huh?" said Sora confusedly.

"This world has been connected," the hooded figure replied cryptically.

"What are you talking about? Are you from another world? Because I've never seen you before."

The Destiny Islands consisted of seven small islands in a chain and a big, endless ocean across the rest of their world. As such, everyone living on the seven islands knew each other, creating a tight-knit community. Sora had never seen this creature before in his life; it had to be an outsider.

"Tied to the darkness, soon to be completely eclipsed," ignored Sora's question.

"Whoever you are, stop talking like that. You are freaking me out."

"You do not know what lies beyond the door?"

"Then you are from another world?!"

"There is so very much to learn, and you understand so little."

"You'll see. I'll get out there and see everything there is to see!"

"A meaningless effort. One who knows nothing can understand nothing."

Sora gazed at the hooded figure. Then he turned to look at the door for a moment, but when he looked back, the figure was gone.

"Who was that guy?" he muttered to himself.

Outside the cave on a wooden balcony, built upon the tall rocks overlooking the island and the ocean, Ardyn was leaning against a wooden wall when the hooded figure arrived.

"I take it everything went swimmingly for you during your trip?"

"Everything is in place. Is it safe to assume everything has been progressing as planned?"

"Yes," Ardyn replied, clasping his hands together. "But we've had a few intriguing developments. For instance, we have found another Keyblade Wielder and located another Princess of Heart. A wonderful two for one deal."

"Very good. What do you know about this new Keyblade Wielder?"

"A young man after my own heart, betrayed by family and vengeful against them. I am eager to see how he'll grow. But in the meantime, what will you do?"

"I'll consume the heart of this world tomorrow, then consume the hearts of other worlds to increase my strength. I will reappear once all seven Princesses of Heart are found."

"So, you'll stay behind the scenes until it's your turn to take center stage," Ardyn said, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "Fine by me. We all have our duties. Whatever Keyblade Wielders we find, we'll cultivate them while we fan the flames of calamity to create an environment for them to thrive in."

The following day, Lelouch was engaged in a sparring match against Jeralt's daughter Byleth. The space Solus created was a forested area with a comprehensive clearing. It wasn't impressively large, but enough for two people to train and have plenty of room to move around. However, thanks to the nature of this space, almost no time passed while you were inside it. No matter how much time elapsed, only a few seconds would have gone by when they exited. Since this morning, Lelouch had hours' worth of training within this concealed space, if not potentially days.

"Move your feet," Byleth cautioned as she moved in, continuing to engage Lelouch. She wielded a simple iron sword against Lelouch's magical Keyblade.

Lelouch and Byleth traded blows. Although Lelouch lacked his opponent's training, he made up for it with fast-paced clashes and attacks. A seasoned warrior like Byleth was able to evade each strike, but Lelouch kept pushing himself. Despite time not existing in this place, Lelouch's body was already being pushed beyond its limits.

Since he was a child, Lelouch had been notorious for his frail constitution that he made it a point to skip out on physical education as much as possible. That choice was coming back to haunt him now.

I can barely see straight, but I can't stop…

Lelouch struggled to continue the fight as Byleth did her best to instruct the young man.

"Your attacks are too frantic. You're going to leave yourself with too many openings," Byleth cautioned dispassionately.

Lelouch tried to be more tactical with his strikes in his defense. But his lack of experience prevented him from using his more strategic mindset. Complicating the matter was his body screaming for rest, but Lelouch was determined to push on.

Noticing Lelouch's exhausted state, Byleth realized she had to end the sparring match. She changed from passive defense to a more aggressive fighting style as she attacked Lelouch. Byleth used speed and hammering blows to overwhelm Lelouch. Sadly, one decisive blow knocked Lelouch onto his back. As he lay there on the ground, she offered him her hand.

Observing the spar, Solus and Jeralt were having a conversation.

"His body wants to give out, but he keeps pushing himself," Jeralt noted.

"His sister was abducted. He'll give anything to save her. Knowing he cannot save her as he is now, what choice does he have but to give it his all?" Solus replied.

"The spirit is willing, but the body is a different matter."

"Sadly so, but it seems the power of the Keyblade is giving him a boost. I can't tell if he is using its magic to boost his body to compensate for his lack of endurance to push himself."

"Maybe his drive to save his sister is helping him."

Lelouch, his body aching in pain and wracked with exhaustion, tried to stand. His legs were shaking as his body was at its limit. But still, he continued to push himself. Noticing Lelouch's weakened condition, Byleth lowered her sword.

"We should stop for now," Byleth sheathed her sword. "You are in no condition to continue."

"I can't," Lelouch said, despite knowing he could continue for the time being.

"We have been at this for hours. You can barely stand."

"I just can't," Lelouch then fell forward, dropping his Keyblade.

Byleth, without a change in expression, knelt next to Lelouch to make sure he was okay. Confirming that he was simply passed out from exhaustion, the young woman picked him up, deciding to let Lelouch sleep it off.

"I knew his body had to give out eventually. Still, it's remarkable he was able to push himself for so long. The kid has the determination, that's for sure," said Jeralt.

"I agree," Solus replied as the pair watched Byleth carry Lelouch away. "It's a shame his body isn't as capable."

"That's not saying he hasn't been making progress. But he'll need a lot more time before he is ready, despite your space providing an area where time has no meaning."

"I must agree with you, but I hope he can at least reach a point where he can hold his own in a fight. He'll need it."

"Indeed," Solus said as he watched Lelouch.

"As I've told you, you'll need to strengthen your body first before you can train in combat," Byleth sagely offered as Lelouch collapsed onto his knees.

"Okay," Lelouch said between heavy breaths, "I concede on that, but what do you suggest I start with?"

Byleth considered that before answering, "I want you to start running. We'll work on your endurance."

Lelouch struggled to get up, but his legs failed him.

"After you've rested, of course," Byleth put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't try it now."

Elsewhere, Ardyn emerged from a Corridor of Darkness to meet with Zeref. The pair were standing on a castle balcony, overlooking a city from its center. Between the two was a round table with a chessboard in the center.

"I assume he has returned from his trip through time?"

"Yes, he has. And in a few days, once he has recovered his strength, he'll consume the heart of the Destiny Islands," Ardyn answered before approaching the table.

"Then it begins?"

"Yes. And we just have to sit back and let things play out."

"Not exactly," a new voice said as a new Dark Corridor opened.

Emerging from the portal was another figure, wearing a black cloak. As the portal closed, the new arrival pulled the hood back. The young girl's skin was pale, matching her general emotions. Her silver eyes scanned her surroundings. Her white hair hung above her shoulders, styled into ringlets, and she wore a black and wine-red hairband with a bow and flower on top.

"We may only observe for now. However, intervention may be required depending on how the plan proceeds from here," the woman explained.

"Ah, Miss Alpha. How kind of you to join us," Ardyn said. "How is your husband, the Supreme Commander?"

Grabbing an unoccupied chair nearby, the young woman known as the Alpha Prototype sat down by the table in between Ardyn and Zeref. She examined the chessboard with a stoic expression before turning to the two before her.

"My husband is well, thank you," Alpha said, pulling out a small metallic disc from the sleeve of her cloak. "Presently, he and his other wives, are working on preparations for the next stage of the plan."

"I see. So for now, Britannia will be allowed to run free and conquer as much as they please?" Ardyn remarked before moving a chess piece before Zeref did the same.

"Yes, and should they fall, those who defeated them will be our targets," the Alpha said in turn.

Zeref studied the Alpha Prototype for a moment. Although she was the wife of the Supreme Commander of their alliance, it surprised him that she was accepted sharing him. The Black Wizard wanted to chalk it up to Alpha's apparent lack of emotions and limited understanding of love. He suspected she didn't see any reason to object.

Zeref assumed it was more for the sake of the Supreme Commander to have plenty of emotional support to balance him after so many traumatic losses and disillusionments over his life. He knew the Supreme Commander had endured a lot of personal loss and tragedy over his life. Much of that pain and loss is what had driven the Supreme Commander to create the plan they were working to fulfill.

"I can't imagine too many of the worlds will have the means to fend off Britannia. I did give Emperor Charles a list of worlds he should avoid, some for good reasons and others because we have a vested interest in them. But that is not the reason you are here, is it?" Ardyn said as he watched Zeref move a chess piece.

"You would be correct," the Alpha said, using a finger to activate the disc she placed on the table.

"I thought our annual meeting was not until a few weeks from now?" Zeref inquired before moving another chess piece in response.

"This is information that stays between you two, my husband, me, his other wives, and his students."

"Ah, I see, so this is an unofficial meeting," Ardyn smirked. "Go on…"

"As Britannia begins preparing to invade other worlds thanks to the technology we provided them, we must look to our other goals and preparations. There are some worlds we have been observing closely with this goal in mind," Alpha began as a holographic display of a planet appeared from the metallic disc.

"We are still monitoring events happening on worlds such as Hydaelyn. In Hydaelyn's case, we are accelerating our mining operations to gather the resources needed for our preparations. The civil war ravaging what is left of the Garlean Empire is forcing us to abandon and relocate our operations," the Alpha said. Zeref moved a chess piece.

"I assume those lunatics Zenos and Fandaniel are continuing to recreate the End Days of their world?" Zeref inquired, gesturing for Ardyn to make his move.

"Yes, they are, but so far, they haven't noticed," Alpha nodded in confirmation before elaborating. "Nonetheless, we shall abandon Hydaelyn for the Hydaelyn-1 when the time comes."

"The first of Hydaelyn's shards?" Zeref asked.

"Our forces have been recovering since the Lightwardens were slain, and the planet's flow of Aether was restored to its natural state," Alpha brought her left hand to her chin contemplatively. "As it is now, we could seize it once we have prepared a proper invasion force to occupy the world.

Zeref recalled being told that Hydaelyn was a unique world. Thirteen exact copies of the same world were created at one time following a catastrophic clash between two God-like beings. The victor of the battle struck with such power behind her strike, it warped reality itself, splitting not only her foe into weaker fragments to make it easier to imprison him but also splitting the world into thirteen separate worlds. At the time, they were identical, but they all diverged at some point, forming their own cultures and histories.

Over time, some fragments were reabsorbed back to the source through a group seeking to reunite their world. Seven out of the thirteen were successfully merged back with Hydaelyn, at the cost of countless lives while one world became a planet drowned in darkness. These fragments of Hydaelyn existed separately, but they were connected by unseen ties, capable of affecting the other under certain conditions.

"Doesn't your husband want to keep a low profile?" Ardyn pointed out before moving another chess piece.

"Yes, but it will take time to prepare such a force. If nothing else, it could be a good test run of our new machines and ships," the Alpha said.

"I suppose that's true, and the world could provide more abundant resources to be had," Ardyn said in agreement with a nod.

"Besides, once Britannia begins their invasion of other worlds, any other parties capable of opposing us will have their hands full," Zeref said before moving another chess piece.

"This action, in turn, will tell us which of these groups will need to be disposed of before we can proceed with our plans."

"Thanks to us holding what Emperor Charles needs for his project, he'll invade other worlds in his effort to seek an alternate. Thanks to everything we have planted to convince him of the new direction for Britannia," Zeref added.

"I know the Architect wishes for the newly discovered Keyblade Wielder to raise an army to face Britannia," the Alpha said. "The boy who seeks revenge against the Empire that betrayed him."

"Yes, that prince," Ardyn said with a devious smile. "I am hoping to see him take the fight to Britannia in good time. He'll get his revenge, and we will have even more chaos surging across the world. All in the hope more Keyblade Wielders will appear, and unlike the other side, if Lelouch calls the shots we'll see even more chaos in the wake of such a conflict."

"For the Architect as well, this will mean revenge upon Britannia for betraying him. Lelouch is the perfect means to further our plans," Zeref said as he watched Ardyn make a move.

"We only have to wait for him to get stronger. But then how will he gain allies, I wonder?" The Alpha continued to observe the chess game.

"Good question," Ardyn replied with a smirk.

As Lelouch slumbered, his dream had him awake in a very familiar location. He found himself atop one of the pillars, identical to the one he had fallen upon before receiving the Keyblade. Looking around, Lelouch called the Keyblade to his hand. He expected a fight, but the voice he heard before spoke.

"Your heart and will are stronger, but it will take time for your body to catch up."

"I know that. Did you bring me here to mock me?"

"No, but if you can tap into the magical power that your Keyblade can offer, then you can use it to help compensate for what you lack. I should warn you, however, that this can drain your magic more quickly."

"I see," Lelouch said as realization dawned on him. "It would be a crutch and nothing more until my body is strong enough to require it no longer."

"That is right."

"Where do I start?"

"Magic requires two things, imagination, and emotion. Your Keyblade can react to your emotions, so this can help you tap into its magical power."

"Very well," Lelouch said as he began searching for the source of the voice, but he could never see anyone.

"Let us begin with something simple. Imagine a small flame in the palm of your hand. Picture it in your mind. Then visualize it by using a strong emotion to ignite it."

Lelouch extended his hand, imagining a small flame, but nothing happened.

"You are not putting any emotion into it! Think of something that angers you, that usually works."

"Easier said than done."

"It should be since you have no hope of saving your sister. Your recent efforts to get stronger have been pathetically laughable. I pity the fate that awaits your sister, with such a helpless brother," the voice said mockingly.

The voice continued its tirade, berating and mocking him. Lelouch's blood began boiling. As the anger mounted and the memories of his defeat by the mysterious woman rose, his rage began to peak.

"ENOUGH!"

At that moment, a pillar of fire erupted from Lelouch's hand, much to his shock.

"Much more than I thought, but now you understand."

Lelouch looked at his hand as he tried to repeat what he had done. Nothing happened, but soon a tiny flame bigger than his pinky nail appeared.

"I think I might…."

"Good. It's a start, at least."

A/N: the voice within Lelouch is giving him pointers on how to tap into and begin using magic.

And anyone who knows their Final Fantasy games should know the character Solus zos Galvus, but I am keeping quiet on him to avoid spoiling it for folks who may not know the character. And yes this alludes to what has been mentioned in the chapter an what I mentioned in the opening author note.

For his first world Lelouch is in the world of Fire Emblem Three Houses; two months before events of the game begin. I would've started him off within a week before events of the game, but I was convinced to give him a two-month period to train him up so he could take active part in events. Not to mention it will provide opportunities for Lelouch to flex his leadership and tactical skills once he earns the opportunity to do so.

However I am going to use this training period to take care of some other set ups for events to follow once Lelouch and his chosen allies leave the cradle. I have decided on two of them with a third already in mind for when he leaves the world, but I could change them up as needed depending on when and how he leaves.

Also the Alpha Prototype is a character from visual novel mech game Sunrider Liberation Day if anyone was curious.

The group Ardyn, Alpha and Zeref are content to let Maleficent and other take center stage for now, but they will be active behind the scenes as show here. Backing the villains, and the heroes unknowingly while furthering their own causes.

The poll on my profile is still on going with twenty votes at the time of this posting, although some mecha series I might keep for the later half of the story. Or at least to a point I don't have to worry about Lelouch's allies suffering culture shock. I do have other polls related to my other stories and this one under my Code Geass Crossover R&D forum if you guys are curious.

I'll likely post chapter three next week, and I have finished chapter four just awaiting editing by Greatkingrat88 with chapter five being written.

How consistent I update will depend on how Greatkingrat88 having time to edit each chapter while keeping up with my other stories with my Sunrider crossover to be updated next if not finished before the posting of the next chapter. Then I aim to post the chapter to my Fate/Grand Order crossover then my MGE crossover.

Thank you everyone for reading and I look forward to your feedback.