The sun was beginning to set over the Keyblade Graveyard, at the same time as the Moon began to rise above the Colosseum. Blizzard and John made use of their final hour of training. The air was heavy with anticipation, and the atmosphere seemed to mirror the desolate nature of their surroundings.
Blizzard gripped his Keyblade, "Frostbite", tightly in his hand, feeling its weight and power resonate within him. He focused his mind, channeling his resolve. John stood across from him, holding a wooden training sword, ready to engage in their sparring session.
Blizzard took a deep breath, centering himself, and then lunged forward, swinging his Keyblade in a series of precise and calculated strikes. His movements were fluid, but there was still a hint of uncertainty, as if he was trying to regain the muscle memory he had lost during his long slumber.
John, nimble and quick, parried Blizzard's attacks with his wooden sword, countering with well-timed strikes of his own. Their blades clashed, creating sparks of energy that illuminated the fading daylight. Each clash echoed through the empty landscape, a testament to their determination to grow stronger.
As they continued their intense training, Blizzard could feel his focus sharpening, his connection with his Keyblade growing stronger. He started to regain his combat instincts, slowly, but surely, and adapting to John's movements and finding openings to land precise strikes.
Their training session was not just about physical combat; it was a dance of strategy, trust, and synergy. They moved in harmony, their movements complementing each other, as if they were two halves of a greater whole.
As the final moments of their training approached, both Blizzard and John felt a surge of exhilaration. They pushed themselves to their limits, exchanging powerful blows and skillful maneuvers. Sweat dripped down their brows, but their resolve remained unwavering.
With a final clash, their weapons locked in a deadlock. Blizzard's Keyblade and John's wooden sword pressed against each other, each pushing with all their might. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.
Blizzard smiled, a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction.
Their training session came to an end, they had faced trials, learned from each other, and grown stronger. Now, with the looming presence of the Lunatic, they knew that they had to rest to recover from their energy and fatigue.
Blizzard: Phew, that was quite a journey. This place gives me chills, though. It's like the remnants of a forgotten era.
John: Yeah, it's eerie how the Colosseum stands untouched amidst all this decay. But hey, we made it here in one piece. That's something, right?
Dream Eater: It is a testament to the power of magic and preservation.
Blizzard: You're right. We should take a moment to catch our breath. We've come a long way, and we'll need all of our strength.
John: Agreed. It's important to be prepared and focused. We've trained hard, one thing for sure, we are ready now.
As the trio finishes their conversation, both Blizzard and John suddenly felt a hand on their shoulders, causing them to freeze in shock.
They slowly turn their heads, their expressions filled with both surprise and a hint of unease, as they come face to face with the Lunatic, who stands silently behind them.
John: I... I couldn't sense anyone approaching. How did he get so close?
The Lunatic: Surprise, surprise. Did you really think you could notice my sneaky grand entrance?
The Lunatic: I see that you have made it to the Keyblade Graveyard, Blizzard and John (The Lunatic spoke in a deep and ominous voice.) This place is a reminder of the paradoxes and the impossibilities that exist in this world. It is a place that should not exist, and yet it does. It is a testament to the fragility of reality and the power of the Keyblade.
The Lunatic then stared at them after he had finished his speech looking at the sky.
The Lunatic: Ah, what a delightful sight. Resting on the floor, recovering from your little training session, are we? How considerate of you to take a break before I put an end to your feeble existence.
Blizzard: We're not backing down. We are prepared to face you.
Suddenly, The Lunatic pull out a plastic water bottle out of his cloak.
The Lunatic: (laughs mockingly) How noble of you. But let me offer you a token of my generosity before I annihilate you all. Here, have a bottle of water. Drink up and prepare for your inevitable defeat.
Blizzard: (suspicious) What's the catch? Is there poison in that bottle?
Lunatic: (laughs even louder) Poison? Oh, you are a paranoid one, aren't you? I assure you. There's no poison in there. It's just cold water. Refresh yourself and gather whatever strength you have left. You'll need it.
John: (cautiously takes the bottle) We won't fall for your tricks. But if it's just water, we'll gladly accept it.
John takes a sip from the bottle, ensuring it's safe. Blizzard follows suit, still wary but trusting John judgment.
Lunatic: Ah, so refreshing, isn't it? Enjoy your final minutes. The real test is about to begin and trust me, it won't end well for you.
The Lunatic reaches into his hooded cloak of black and white, and pulls out a sleek, black phone. He unlocks it with a swipe of his finger and checks the time.
The Lunatic: (smirking) Ah, let's see how much time has passed. I Can't have my opponents been collapsing from dehydration before the real fun begins.
John: (gritting his teeth) You're really enjoying this, aren't you? Toying with us like we're mere playthings.
The Lunatic, as expected, ignored John comment.
The Lunatic: (glancing at the screen) Two minutes... just as I suspected. Enough time for you to replenish your fluids. I wouldn't want this to end too quickly.
Blizzard: What do you want from us? (Blizzard demanded.)
The Lunatic: Isn't it obvious? I want to test your strength once again. I want to see if you have truly grown in the past seven days, I want to see if you are a worthy opponent. And if you are not, well... let's just say things won't end well for you.
Blizzard: We're ready to fight you, just so you know.
The Lunatic pockets his phone, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling mix of anticipation and malevolence. With each passing second, the tension in the colosseum grows, setting the stage for their imminent clash.
Blizzard and John exchanged a look, readying themselves for another battle.
With a wicked smile, the Lunatic readies himself, his power emanating ominously as the confrontation reaches its tipping point.
As the Lunatic summoned his two Keyblades, Blizzard and the Dream Eater took their fighting stances while John held his wooden sword tightly. The battle began with a flurry of strikes and parries, as the Lunatic moved with incredible speed and precision. Blizzard and Blizzard Dream Eater worked together, attacking from different angles and forcing the Lunatic to dodge and weave to avoid their strikes.
John, on the other hand, was having a hard time keeping up with the Lunatic's speed and agility. He swung his wooden sword with all his might, but the Lunatic easily blocked his strikes with his Keyblades. John wooden sword clashed against the Keyblades, sending sparks flying in all directions before seeing his own wooden sword slashed in two like butter.
As the battle raged on, the Lunatic's attacks became more and more ferocious. His Keyblades glowed with a fiery light as he unleashed a barrage of attacks on Blizzard and the Dream Eater. The two fought back with all their might, but they were slowly being pushed back by the Lunatic's relentless assault.
In a moment of excitement, the Lunatic went serious, and launched a powerful attack at Blizzard, slashing his right arm off with a swift strike from his Thunder and Darkness Keyblade. Blizzard screamed in agony as his arm fell to the ground, while gallons of blood poured out everywhere, his Keyblade clattering out of his hand.
The Lunatic laughed maniacally as he looked down at Blizzard, his two Keyblades still glowing with an ominous light.
The Lunatic: This is just the beginning (He said, his voice dripping with malice.) I will show you meaning, and you will understand why I must erase this reality!
Blizzard gritted his teeth and stood back up, gripping his Keyblade with his remaining arm.
Blizzard: I won't let you I won't let you (He said, his voice filled with anger.) I'll stop you, no matter what! I'll stop you!
Blizzard while bleeding out, his Dream Eater charged at The Lunatic once again, ready to give everything they had.
The battle rages on in the Colosseum as Blizzard, his Dream Eater, and John fight desperately against the overwhelming power of the Lunatic. Despite their best efforts, they find themselves being pushed to their limits. Blizzard, in particular, struggles to summon his Keyblade with his lost right hand, feeling the weight of his own limitations.
Blizzard: (gritting his teeth) Come on, Frostbite... I need you now more than ever...
Dream Eater: (growling in frustration) Blizzard! You're bleeding out!
John: We can do this! We have to find a way!
As the battle intensifies, the Lunatic's relentless attacks push them to the brink of defeat, and as the Lunatic was about to decapitate Blizzard in a vertical motion of his two Keyblades. Just as all hope seems lost, John has a sudden realization, thinking of a certain promise he has long since forgotten.
With a surge of willpower, he taps into the dormant power within him and awakens his own Keyblade. In a swift and unexpected move, he delivers a powerful strike against the Lunatic, momentarily staggering him, leaving The Lunatic convulsing in pain and paralysis for a few seconds, saving Blizzard from a sudden Death.
Lunatic: (laughing) Ah, impressive! You've managed to surprise me, soldier. Your tenacity is commendable.
The Lunatic, now intrigued by John's display of strength, temporarily ceases his aggressive stance and claps his hands sarcastically.
Lunatic: (claps hands) Bravo! You have both proven to be formidable adversaries. I must say, I'm impressed, It seems I'll allow you all to see another day... for now.
Blizzard: (grunting in pain) What do you want from us? Why are you doing this?
Lunatic: (smirking behind the helmet) Ah, the usual questions. Well, let's just say that I have my reasons. As for your hand, let me fix that for you.
Blizzard: (confused) What do you mean?
The Lunatic: (Approaching Blizzard and taking his right hand.) Just watch and learn.
The Lunatic raises his Keyblade of Fire and Light and focuses its power on Blizzard's left hand. Suddenly, the hand begins to glow and slowly regenerates, re-attachin' itself to Blizzard's arm. Blizzard looks at his hand in amazement.
Blizzard: (astonished) Wha... What did you just do?
Lunatic: (Smiling.) It's the power of my Keyblades It can both destroy and heal. It's a unique ability that I possess.
John: (holding his Keyblade) Who are you, really?
The Lunatic: (chuckles) Ah, the curious one. Well, let's just say that I'm here to bring about a new world order, a world without the constraints of reality. And as for you, John, you have just awakened your Keyblade. Congratulations.
John: (looking at his Keyblade in awe) I did?
The Lunatic: (nodding) Yes, you did. And you have shown me that you have the potential to be a great Keyblade wielder. Perhaps we will meet again someday, but for now, I bid you farewell.
Blizzard: (looking at his healed hand) I don't know what to say. Thank you, I guess.
The Lunatic: (smirking) Consider it a gesture of goodwill, my dear Keyblade wielder. After all, it wouldn't be any fun if you were unable to continue our little game, now would it?
The Lunatic disappears into a dark portal, leaving Blizzard, Blizzard's Dream Eater, and John alone in the Keyblade Graveyard Coliseum.
John: (holding his Keyblade) That was intense. I can't believe I actually awakened my Keyblade.
Dream Eater: (growling happily)That was so cool!
Blizzard: (smiling)Yeah, it was.
Blizzard, still stunned by the unexpected act of healing, can only gaze at his restored hand in disbelief. Meanwhile, John remains vigilant, his mind racing with thought.
John: Blizzard, I finally did it. I awakened my Keyblade!
Blizzard: That's incredible, John! How did you manage to do it in the middle of the fight?
John: I don't know exactly what triggered it, but when I saw you and the Dream Eater struggling and getting hurt, something just clicked inside of me. It was like I felt this power surging through me, and suddenly I was holding my own Keyblade.
Blizzard: I'm amazed, John. You really came through for us in the end.
John: Yeah, and I'm sorry it had to come to that. I never imagined we would be fighting against someone so powerful.
Blizzard: It's alright, John. We knew the risks when we came here. And you did more than enough to help us turn the tide of the battle. I couldn't have done it without you.
John: Thanks, Blizzard. And I have to say, it was really cool seeing you fight with just one arm. You're a real hero.
Blizzard: (chuckles) Thanks, John. But it looks like I won't have to fight with just one arm anymore. I can't believe it, but Lunatic managed to re-attach my arm with his Keyblade.
John: (surprised) Really? That's amazing!
Blizzard: Yeah, it is. But let's not forget that we still have a long way to go. We need to keep training, keep getting stronger, and keep searching for the answers we're looking for.
John: By the way, check out my Keyblade! It's shaped like a key, like most Keyblades, but I based it on my military past as a soldier and my affinity for thunder magic. It's got a sleek, metallic design with lightning bolt engravings and a jagged edge for added damage. And I've decided to call it... 'Thunderbolt's Edge!' What do you think?
However, Blizzard is still in shock and confusion, trying to make sense of what just happened. He looks at his re-attached left hand in disbelief and says.
Blizzard: I don't understand. Why would he spare us and even heal me?
John: I think he sees potential in us.
Blizzard: But why me? Why did he target me specifically?
John looks at Blizzard and says.
John: Maybe he saw something in you that he didn't see in anyone else. You're a skilled Keyblade wielder, and you have a lot of potential. Maybe he thinks that you can help him in ways that no one else can.
Blizzard looks down at his newly re-attached hand and then back up at John.
Blizzard: I don't know what to think. But one thing for sure, we need to keep training and getting stronger if we want to stand a chance against him next time.
John nods in agreement.
Blizzard takes a deep breath and looks out at the Keyblade Graveyard.
The Dream Eater notices the note on his left hand and immediately alerts Blizzard and John.
Dream Eater: Hey guys, look at this! There's a note on Blizzard's neck! It says, pointing to the note. Blizzard takes a closer look, and his expression turns serious.
Blizzard: This is from that Lunatic, isn't it?
Blizzard reads the note, his expression growing more serious as he absorbs the message. He looks up at John and the Dream Eater, holding up the note for them to see.
Blizzard: (reading aloud) 'Dear Keyblade Wielder, I congratulate you on your victory today. You have proven yourselves to be worthy opponents. However, there are much you do not yet understand. This world is not as it should be. It is a paradox, a blight on reality. I seek to reset it, to bring about a new order. But I am not without mercy. It seems you have proven to be quite the entertaining opponent. Your resilience has caught my attention. I offer you a chance to prove yourselves once more. I offer you a proposition. Join me in my quest to reset reality. In one year's time, I shall give you a final test of strength. If you manage to impress me once again, you will have the opportunity to join me in restarting the world. Together, we can wield unimaginable power and bring about a new era, if you manage to bring me to my knees, I will show you the truth and allow you to join me in my quest.
Yours truly;).
The Lunatic that seek to reset reality.'
Dream Eater: (growling) What an audacity! He wants us to join him?
John: (shaking his head) I can't believe this fucking psycho actually thinks we'd consider such an offer.
Blizzard: This guy is really determined to reset reality (Blizzard says. Shaking his head.) But he's also given us a challenge. He wants to see if we're strong enough to bring him down in a year's time. And if we manage it, he's promised to show us the Truth.
John: I can't believe this guy. He doesn't even have the decency to give himself a name, let alone a reason for wanting to reset reality. And what's with this test of strength's nonsense? It's like he's just playing some twisted game.
He looks down at his healed left hand, still marveling at the power of the Lunatic's Keyblade.
Blizzard: I don't know what to make of all this (He admits.) But we'll have to be ready for this final test. And we'll have to train hard.
The Dream Eater nods in agreement.
John grips his new Keyblade tightly.
Blizzard: John. We can't ignore this. We have to be ready for whatever he has in store for us in one year's time.
Dream Eater: I agree with Blizzard. We must stay vigilant and prepare for this final test of strength. Who knows what this Lunatic is capable of?
John: Right. I'm not going to let this Lunatic reset reality, whatever that means. We'll be ready for him in one year.
Blizzard folds the note back up, his expression resolute. He tucks it away, knowing that the time for their final confrontation with the Lunatic will come in due course. But for now, they must focus on training, growing stronger, and gathering allies who share their cause. The fate of the worlds hangs in the balance, and Blizzard is willing to protect them.
Blizzard: We'll be ready. (He says.)
Blizzard takes a deep breath and looks around at his surroundings, still trying to process the events that had just occurred. His left arm, which had been severed by the Lunatic, had been miraculously re-attached by the same person who had inflicted the injury. The note that had been left on his hand promised another test of strength in one year, and the Lunatic had hinted at some sort of truth that would be revealed if they managed to bring him to his knees.
Blizzard looks over at his companions, both of whom are panting and sweating from the exertion of the fight. He nods at them, acknowledging the effort they had all put in.
Blizzard: We did it. (He says, his voice strained.)
The Dream Eater chirps in agreement, but John just looks at Blizzard, his expression serious.
John nods in agreement, and the three of them sit in silence for a few moments, catching their breath and gathering their strength. Despite the danger they had just faced, Blizzard can't help but feel a sense of excitement building within him. He had always been drawn to adventure and challenge, and the promise of another test of strength, another opportunity to face the Lunatic and unlock the truth, was a thrilling prospect.