Author Note:

I did a little editing and revised the chapter. So the next time anyone reads this again, there will be obvious differences compared to the old chapter from before. This chapter would no longer relate to DW: A Certain Magical Index as I feel that certain elements from this chapter needed to be revised in order to fit the tone relating to the idea of this story and two other stories which deals with what I'd call as the First Trilogy Saga.

The first story of the saga is this story of course. DW: Kamen Rider Zi-O: Pretty Cure Protector. The second story of the saga is DW: Kamen Rider Black RX: One Family. The third story of the saga, and it's a story that I'm currently writing its first chapter at the time this author note is written, is DW: Kamen Rider Decade: Worlds Apart. Each has a specific story and theme to tell, yet the three are connected.

This chapter has been retconned to relate a reveal regarding a main personal archenemy of one George Kurai/Kamen Rider Zi-O who would serve as the main overarching antagonist of the First Trilogy Saga.

Fictions Mentioned:

Episode 4

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Metamorphose (w/ lyrics and translation)

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PART 1

L'Avenir Academy was burned to the ground.

Unfortunately, it was quite literal in this very case. School buildings have massive artificial holes made out of the recent explosion, with the rubble of cement and rocks scattered throughout the area. The plants and trees were cut down, caught from the explosions as well, and some of these plants and trees were scattered everywhere as well. The various classrooms, hallways, and other places were scorched heavily by the flames. Said flames died out with the help of Tatsuya Kaname who as Kamen Rider Geiz managed to spray multitudes of fire extinguishing foam that were scattered all over the area.

Smoke was still present everywhere of course, and it may as well have gotten the attention of the public authorities who would no doubt send in the fire trucks to try to put out unnecessary fires or the police show up to respond to this emergency situation, especially when considering all of the students, teachers, and other civilians who were nearby the area.

But of course, that was only for ordinary circumstances.

George Kurai and Tatsuya Kaname, along with Hana Nono, Saaya Yakushiji, and Homare Kagayaki, all de-transformed and back to their civilian uniforms, were all present in what was once the library of the school. Many memories and experiences had occurred in this place alone. And it was something that the three young women - the three members of the HUGtto! PreCure can only recall deeply which further contributes to the very deep sadness that was present in all of them. Homare was rather angry, her fists clenching, a kind of anger born out of a sense of righteousness, due to the very disturbing disregard for even the most innocent and valuable of things for themselves and for everyone else. Saaya was crying as she saw all of the stacks of books on the damaged bookshelves burned and torn.

Hana was close to George, her hand never letting go of his as she leaned on his shoulder, all while asking the question of why.

Why would somebody be this cruel?

Not even the Future George Kurai or the villains of the Criasu Corporation would resort to this very level of cruelty. In fact, most villains that her senior PreCure have fought didn't have "blow up the school!'' as part of their main plans to get back at the Precure for some reason. Maybe it's because it never really cross their minds as they were more focused on other things? Or the fact that they were never taught those simple things like school was something that they can use to hurt them in a very meaningful way.

Actually...now that the Precure themselves all thought about it...they might be able to think of one single villain who was memorable for another senior Precure team - Smile Precure!

"George-san..." Saaya, while crying as she tried to her wipe her tears away, was quivering as she spoke softly but clearly, looking straight at George who gave her nothing but an empathetic look, understanding why she was acting this way. ''I noticed something odd about the recent conversation that we had with the...other Hana...''

She said while looking towards the aforementioned Hana Nono who was crying, leaking tears of sorrow due to the precious memories trampled and burned to the ground, and the latter looked at the former with acknowledgment.

''Joker...correct?'' George asked, his mouth turning into a grim line.

''Y-Yes," Saaya nodded, concerned. ''I've heard of that name before during that one time when all of us senior Precures were gathered together that one time and it was when Miyuki-senpai and her team talked about him among the other villains that they had faced, although it was a little...vague and summarized as if they'd rather not talk about him too much. And we...no,'' she shakes her head, correcting herself. ''All of us appeared to get the idea that Joker was someone who made an impact on them. They were...I suppose that you can say that they were-''

"Scared?'' Tatsuya spoke in turn, his smile turning solemn and understanding. ''Not exactly surprising considering that it is him that they were talking about. But...'' His face suddenly turned grim. ''That's not exactly the worst part about him. He's the kind of person who revels in the concept of despair, the kind of person who would not hesitate to resort to psychological and physical torture just to get that desired breakdown of the individual and the group. Divide and conquer, his main strategy.''

''Um...Kaname-kun, George, how...'' Hana, still crying and was wiping her tears, listening to the conversation. ''How exactly do you two know Joker? As far as I know, Joker has only shown himself specifically to our senpais, the Smile PreCure! Plus, there's the fact that Joker was defeated before and considered erased along with Pierrot."

Both of the young men had their expressions flinch for a moment, looking at each other, hesitating to even talk about it, as if it were something confidential and yet also grave and viewer discretion is advised greatly and in general.

''Because we've fought him before, Hana,'' George's eyes grew weary and narrowed towards another direction, looking at all of the burned books and damaged walls of the library. And all he could hear were the screams of men, women, and children. ''...I fought him before...when I was very young...ten years old and a rookie Kamen Rider..."

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Dies irae 『Krieg』

It was the past. The past of one George Kurai. And this past was not for the faint of heart.

It wasn't just the past. This was another world. Another Earth. A world without Precure.

Damaged buildings, wrecked automobiles, and other property damages of various shapes and sizes were seen scattered throughout this heavily abandoned wasteland. Although, one supposes that this place should be called a battlefield as well. Both a wasteland and a battlefield.

Why?

There was dust. Carbon from the looks of it. And they were the remains of humans: men, women, and children. Scattered everywhere. And if one were to look closely, one would find a certain teddy bear lying in the dust. The dust was unfortunately the carbonized remains of the child herself.

So many have died. So many...

Explosions still occurred in several parts of the area where only the dead remained. Green orbital staser lights were seen from the skies, fired upon by advanced-looking aircraft. Hyper Space-Time Low Altitude Assault Transport (HST-LAAT), highly advanced repulsorcraft military gunships, the interior of such a ship being complicated based on the applicable varieties from modifying the dimensional interior, or bigger-on-the-inside, or the fact that there were specific dimensional portals, acting as the type of transmission for additional troops on the battlefield.

The gunships were white in color and carried red markings from the front to the back, along with blue markings aligned to the sides. There was a symbol etched on the sides, white and blue, a world tree type of motif that symbolizes peace and wisdom. Their side doors had these soldiers in advanced armor walking out in a continuous disciplined pattern and formation.

But there was another function that the HST-LAAT were capable of doing which was to convert their gunship into advanced Gundam Mobile Suits, giant mecha suits carrying advanced rifles materializing from their own hands.

The soldiers who were present on the ground were wearing a special type of armor, white colors and all, and this is the reason that one of their titles is called ''The Boys in White'' as it was usually the color of their armor as it was common for the most part. Their helmet has T-shaped visors, with a downward Y-shape to accompany the design of the T. The armor is designed with a type of unknown metal that allows for the maximum protection of the individual and it was capable of carrying onboard specialized equipment for a variety of purposes on different environmental battlefields. Their color scheme and markings were light purple, the front and the back portion of their armor sporting musical notes and symbols of many shapes and varieties that are also colored in purple.

They were the Kaminoan Clone Troopers of the 14th Legion. Associated with their own form of government, civilization, and multiversal superpower called the Kaminoan Republic that is led by Clone Prime Minister Shard, once a Clone General in full command of the famous 300th Attack Battalion, the clone battalion that he had personally led during the dark, darker, and darkest days of an inter-multiversal space-time conflict called the Last Great Time War.

These brave and courageous men of the 14th Legion, and many others of their brothers out there in the wider multiverse, formed a major part of the Spatio-Temporal Armed Forces (STARS), a specialized and response armed forces of the Temporal Powers Alliance (TPA) dedicated to being an instrument for peace and navigating the difficult paths to achieve peace. And they are all armed and ready with advanced modified rifles and carbines and pistols whose appearances greatly deceive, being more than meets the eye, and are made to resemble low-level weapons such as DC-15A blaster rifles, DC-15A blaster carbines, MA5D Individual Combat Weapon Systems, and other weapon appearances as a form of camouflage, the appearance changing to suit one's environment and other modifications.

On the air, it would appear that the clones were wearing advanced powered exoskeletons possessing technology and combat capabilities, both offensive and defensive, far more advanced than any other weapon system, both modern and futuristic. The Infinite Stratos (IS) Units, with armed rifles and capable of materializing other onboard weaponry.

Of course, there was a major difference that forever separated these clones from other clones throughout the Multiverse.

For one, not all clones were a part of the armed forces as soldiers or anything related to the military, although all have been trained with military training and discipline, along with a mixture of cultures with major influences to Kaminoan and Mandalorian, since conception and birth, along with the added benefit of a mixture of DNA that prevents them from being biologically targeted so very easily, and the status of the clones who are not of the military are deemed as the reserve forces in case of a strict emergency that requires them all to be ready to serve and protect themselves and their fellow man. Some clones are teachers of schools, others are blue-collared and white-collared workers.

For two, the clones themselves, carrying the resemblance of a bounty hunter named Jango Fett, have a much different kind of loyalty to specific individuals worthy of such.

And the one leading them now on this battlefield was a young George Kurai, now donning his armor as Kamen Rider Zi-O.

Multiple magenta-colored slashes were seen from the tip of his blade, sending a wave of energy on the large Noise that was near a heavily destroyed skyscraper. The Clone Troopers provided cover fire, both from the ground and in the air, and the effectiveness of their advanced weapons converged to form beams of pure energy that were as hot as the sun, vaporizing much of the Noise from their path.

The streets were burning. Many civilians lie dead and turn to dust by these abominations that were coming down in the millions. The civil defense sirens were heard loud and clear signaling the evacuation of many of the civilians and those not capable of dealing with the present threat that looms over the once-inhabited city of Manhattan, New York.

Zi-O was seen to jump and walk towards the damaged slanted building and perform slash maneuvers on the Noise that were latching on the walls, orange-looking creatures with two little ears from the side and mousepad-like hands that were slinging towards Zi-O, only to have them slashed by the Zikan Girade in sword form and telekinetically blasting the Noise away, sending them straight to the ground and combusted.

The battle was terrible. Fires were everywhere. The clones were fighting tooth and nail as he cleared the areas of the advancing horde of the Noise. And the results of the surroundings can speak for themselves.

Why? Why did this happen?

Zi-O did not know. All he did know was that he needed to deal with these monsters and send them straight to hell. And thus, one by one, the Noise fell to the sword and to the gun. Jumping from one building to another, jumping from one location to another, all Zi-O ever saw was a constant fire that never ceases to burn. And these images were stuck forever in his eyes, young as they were, already having a sense of loss in the form of his parents that had passed away long ago, and now, in this present moment, can only look on helplessly even as he tries to strike through several hordes of these abominable creatures, even seeing some civilians getting turned to dust.

"Somebody help! Somebody help meeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHH!"

And there was one civilian that screamed for help, a man in his mid-thirties. And Zi-O was too late to save him along with several others who pleaded for help, tears forming from their very eyes as they finally combusted into oblivion. A painful experience of death if one can ever see, especially for the likes of a child. And Zi-O can relate in a way as he is 10 years old, leading an entire army and carrying a heavy responsibility on his shoulders alongside his best friend, Tatsuya Kaname - Kamen Rider Geiz, who was somewhere else in this city.

Still, the only common experience that all of them could experience was this.

War is hell.

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Back in the present time...

"...!"

Hana, Sayaka, and Homare were shocked. No, more than shocked. They were horrified at the vivid images of the tale that George was describing to them. It was more than a battle. It was a war unlike any other. And many people had died. This was termed the Battle of New York in another designated universe. The Noise, summoned from different variations of the Treasury of Babylonia, had made a devastating mark on such an Earth without any form of warning that required a thorough intervention from George as Zi-O and led actual military soldiers into battle.

''You...you lead actual soldiers into battle?'' Homare asked, curious and concerned while being subtly horrified at the tale.

"Me and Geiz, yes,'' George confirmed grimly. ''We were practically the only ones available at that time to respond as everyone else was either busy or unavailable. Only myself, Geiz, and the 14th Legion were available to respond. And we did respond, but we were far too late. I and Geiz at the time were automatically designated as the substitute commanders of the operation until further notice.''

"Speaking of which, you mention leading...clones, as in actual clones,'' Homare noted the mentioning of clones in the conversation.

''Cloning in fact relates to the process of producing individual organisms with identical or virtually identical DNA, either by natural or artificial means. At such a scale...'' Saaya noted the term, thinking of the definition and the implications, and the ethics behind the concept of a clone.

"Yeah,'' Tatsuya answered, putting his hand to his waist, his expression turning sober. ''Actual clones. Interestingly enough, they are their own recognized civilization known as the Kaminoan Republic, an inter-multiversal superpower considered to be one of the more advanced in terms of science, politics, and military might, one of the foremost champions of clone rights.''

''Why...?" Hana was listening to this conversation with concern, her mouth trembling and her eyes were ready to cry. ''Why did Joker do it...? All those people... All those children... How can...How can he just callously disregard their lives like that by sending those monsters right at them...?''

George, seeing Hana holding him tightly and ready to cry again, couldn't help but hesitate, feeling the pain of such a pure and cheerful soul being told of himself, a young man who was forced to grow up so fast in light of this and other experiences, along with the status of a space-time sensitive.

"Some men just want to see the world burn, Hana,'' George grimly said as an answer, his head lowering in contrition. ''Joker, in spite of being ordered by someone else to do this, would've done it anyway for the right amount of circumstances. There's a very good reason why Joker is considered among the Precure villains as a dangerous and unpredictable type of individual officially speaking.''

''Ordered by whom exactly?'' Saaya asked, paying close attention. The same can be said for the rest of her fellow Precures who were listening.

''A very dangerous individual and is considered to be one of the most wanted in the Multiverse. His name is GameOver,'' George answered.

''GameOver?'' the PreCure all said, curious of the name.

''Some call him the Red-Eyed Demon based on his red hollow eyes, others call him the Man in Black because of his pure black appearance and western hat and clothing. What he actually is... It's honestly a mystery since the guy has been a very big problem even before I and George here became Kamen Riders, even more of a problem for people like my nee-chan to deal with really.''

''Nee-chan? Do you have an older sister, Tatsuya-kun?'' Saaya asked.

Tatsuya smiled, nodding. "Yeah, I have. Kaname Madoka, my older sister. Like all of you, she was what you'd call a Magical Girl, but do note that it is different from a Precure,'' but then, Tatsuya's face went from a smile to a grim look, the tone shifting drastically. ''Unlike Precure though, Magical Girls have a double-edge sword on their back, meaning that while you get all of the standard powers of a Magical Girl depending on the individual, there is one particular problem that one needs to look out for. And that is the fact that they have the possibility of turning into a Witch.''

''A Witch?'' Saaya asked.

''Creatures that feed off despair and spread darkness, and they have the record of killing thousands of humans as well alongside the Noise...''

Tatsuya's eyes narrowed for a moment, being reminded of what this entailed and the sufferings of his older sister and her friends being brought to the forefront of his mind. The three young women, having heard the summarized explanation, could only remain silent while noticing the subtle tone of the young man and could not help but gulp down from their throats due to the gravity of the topic. Tatsuya's eyes return to their more sober expression as he looks around the damaged area of the school.

''In any case, we are gonna need to call Damage Control on this one, George.''

''True,'' George nodded in agreement.

''Damage Control?'' all of the Precure said, curious.

But all George responded to the question was when he was getting something from his left pocket, grabbing a circular shape device. It looked silver in color and appeared futuristic, and it was the one that had the PreCure interested, especially Saaya.

George began to press a button and waited for a few moments. A beeping sound followed and a few seconds later, out came what appeared to be a holographic projection image of a white armored trooper with a T-shaped visor with a downward Y-shaped mouth, with light purple markings and musical notes found on the body armor, with the symbol of a treble clef and time signature of 2 and 4 located at his chest, and the emblem ''S.O.N.G.'' located on his shoulders. From his visor, there appears to be a set of binoculars attached to the front of the straight T-shaped line which allowed for further enhanced vision and insight.

The three young women were curious about this individual.

Who was he?

He was Clone Commander Ares Mars of the 14th Legion.

''General,'' the armored trooper saluted. ''What are your official orders?''

''(''General...'')'' Hana thought, glancing at George while recalling the grim tale that the latter had told to her and to her teammates. And she couldn't help but be concerned.

"Commander Mars, I'm going to need you to summon the Bearpenters to the following location...'' George spoke with a tone of formality and authority.

Cute stuffy bears.

Is that what the three young women were seeing right now?

These admittedly cute cuddly bears, brown in the color of their fur, wearing appropriate construction and safety attire consisting of white shirts with sleeves with a blue vest worn around them, long work pants, sturdy work shoes, and yellow safety helmets worn on the top of their head.

They are called the Bearpenters according to what George and Tatsuya told to them - the entire race and civilization are considered to be a multiversal civilization and superpower, known for being occupiers of many great tasks and responsibilities, accomplishing wonders of technological might.

From around the area, there were thousands of them, coming out from what appeared to be spatial configurated portals, and among them were what appeared to be making use of the most advance and sophisticated construction equipment that one can find. Some devices in fact were seen to use the crane as a magnet of sorts to lift up a couple of brick walls that were conjoined to the rubble of rock, sticking together like building blocks. And then there was some over-the-top equipment such as what appeared to be giant vacuum cleaners that were sucking up all of the littered foam scattered throughout the area.

Little by little, the school buildings were being repaired.

Hana was amazed, her heart of sorrow turning brighter, seeing her wonderful school being built back from the ground up. In normal circumstances, Hana and the other girls would not hesitate to at least grab a Bearpenter and hug them, finding them cute and cuddly. However, they all thought that they needed the Bearpenters to do their job and secondly, they just had their recent brush with a dark counterpart of Hana who was crueler and the exact opposite of Hana herself.

Also, she and many others would notice a couple of soldiers similar to the Clone Commander, Clone Troopers of the same 14th Legion as they were called, with light purple markings, the ''S.O.N.G.'' emblem present on their upper-level shoulders, armed and ready with their futuristic weapons, were all scattered throughout the area either assisting the Bearpenters or guarding the area.

''Um...George-kun?'' Saaya spoke towards George who was listening, looking at her. ''Don't you think people would notice these bears and troopers suddenly appearing out of nowhere?''

''True, but for one, it's not like our world hasn't seen any weirder considering all of the major battles that the Precure had fought alone. That one incident with Black Hole springs to mind as a major example,'' George said in a cool tone.

''Oh right, some of our senpais used to talk about it,'' Hana said, recalling the conversations that she had with other Precure.

''And for two, well, there are certain established checkpoints and security detail that have been established as part of protocol, keeping any of the civilians and unnecessary crowd from any form of possible danger,'' George continued.

''Yeah, we may have won the battle, but I'd rather that we should keep our guard up. You never really know what the bad guys might plan for next aside from the fact that they are planning to target the past,'' Tatsuya said.

''Now all that's left is to figure out at which point of the past would Joker and his allies strike, and all we can do is simply wait for now,'' George said.

''But wait just a moment,'' Saaya looked curiously at the Clone Troopers. ''Is it just me or do these soldiers look really familiar?"

''So you're not the only one, huh?'' Homare looked curiously at the Clone Troopers. ''Why do these guys remind me of something I've seen from Star Wars?''

At that point, George could only cough at the direct comparison and reference while Tatsuya was laughing softly as if he knew some inside joke which was all noticed by the three Precure who were raising dubious and bewildered eyebrows. Before they could ask the boys about this reaction...

''Hana-senpai! Everyone!''

"'Onee-chan!''

Hana looks to her right and spotted two young girls approaching them. One was a young girl with red eyes and auburn hair worn in twin tails held by a red ribbon. The other girl has magenta eyes and shoulder-length dark magenta hair, tied in a low curling pair of pigtails. The former was Emiru Aisaki, a fellow Precure. The latter was Kotori Nono, her younger sister. Both of them were carrying their student bags from the back, running towards them and eventually tackling Hana, embracing her out of sheer worry as they and many others have already heard the alarming news of an attack in the school. No doubt would the news reports are stirring and sending the alarm.

''Emiru-chan! Kotori-chan!" Hana muttered in surprise, being embraced by her friend and by her younger sister. The same surprise reactions can be said to be expressed Saaya and Homare who noticed them.

"Sir,'' one of the Clone Troopers, running right after the two young girls who were embracing Hana, saluting George and Tatsuya with respect. ''Checkpoints have been established for now with official permission from the government given and permitted, courtesy of the SCP Foundation.''

''Right, thank you for the information, private,'' George nodded.

''Hm?'' Emiru, slightly letting go of her embrace, glancing at George with a hint of curiosity. ''...Who are you?" she asked, but there was the sense that she seems to have met him before. Kotori was curious as well, glancing at George, only noticing him just now.

''...Oh,'' Kotori was looking back and forth between George and Hana and noticed that the two were quite close in physical distance, especially when she noticed the way that the latter was holding onto the former from the shoulder. Now she was quite curious and there was that subtle level of excitement that realizes the implications. ''Onee-chan...who is this?'' she would ask her older sister, her smile being innocent enough, but it was actually teasing in a way.

Hana and George both look at each other. And the former was also asking that same question within her mind.

Good question, she thought.

Who was George Kurai now to her?

The young George Kurai and the old George Kurai were already quite different people. That could not be denied. They were both people emitting a sense of sadness that attracts her to them, kinda like opposites attracting to each other. But there was a level of difference behind the sadness of both which was something that was noticed by Hana. The level of sadness and burden of responsibility is more or less present and apparent in George, especially when taking into account what she is currently learning about him now, which made her say an answer.

''...I don't know,'' she said, after remaining silent for about a moment or so. But there was that sense of concern known only to those who knew. And that was either herself or George due to the strange bond that they are both feeling right now.

''Eh?" Kotori looked confused, the response that was given was rather strange to hear from her older sister. ''What do you mean by that?''

Tatsuya would cough with his mouth loudly, his clenched right fist raised towards his mouth, bringing the attention of everyone. ''Apologies, little-jou-chan. This serious-looking guy is called George while my name is Kaname Tatsuya. A pleasure to meet you both.''

''Eh? N-Nice to meet you,'' Emiru said softly, raising a curious eyebrow. But then, Emiru noticed something. "Wait?! George?!'' she looks back towards George who was sporting a hesitant expression.

''Emiru-chan,'' Saaya walks towards Emiru and Kotori, making a shushing gesture with her right index finger. ''We'll explain later.''

''In any case, I think I should probably head home for now. I need to check on something,'' or so George would say, with feelings of guilt once again taking a point from his heart the moment he laid eyes on Emiru and Kotori. He really wanted to get away once again. However...

''Ohhh! George!'' Hana was stopping him from leaving further, leaving the latter flinching as he glances at her unimpressed face. ''I and the girls are coming with you to your place, right after we bring Kotori home of course.''

''Huh?!'' Kotori exclaimed in shock.

''Kotori-chan, please!'' Hana brings both of her hands together, sporting an apologetic expression, begging her to concede.

Kotori, despite hesitating and being rather curious about the relationship between her older sister and this admittedly handsome young man who appeared to be the same age as her older sister, could only sigh heavily as she notice the genuine expression of pleading from her older sister.

''(Sigh). Alright, fine. But...'' Kotori's expression turns to worry. ''You might have to tell otou-san and okaa-san since I have no doubt that they would have heard the recent news of the school being destroyed as much as the rest of the town.''

''Of course,'' Hana surprisingly agreed so quickly, nodding in turn while adding a sense of seriousness that was a rarity for the mostly immature and optimistic older sister, much to Kotori's added worry. Hana looks back towards George, giving him that ''look'' to not give any form of objections, which George wouldn't dare to try anyway and just accept things as they are, recalling the agreement that he once said not long ago.

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CNN: "...This latest incident is now starting to shake the nation and the entire world. The recent bombing of L'Avenir Academy has the authorities scrambling into action. Multiple emergency checkpoints under the direction of the JSDF are now being put into place throughout Hagukumi City...''

Koizumi Gakuen.

A district of the Nerima, a special ward in Tokyo, Japan.

Three special young women lived in this district. They were considered the most powerful of the Precure teams and not without reason. And they were all gathered in a certain square where they were watching the television screens depicting the latest incident that was being recorded from multiple cellphones and tabloids from some of the students and teachers who stayed behind from a distance, showing the smoke coming from the horizon and the massive holes and flames found throughout the school buildings.

The bombing of L'Avenir Academy.

And that has many people concerned, especially the three young women who knew that three of their fellow junior Precure attend that very school. And the three young women were both concerned and horrified.

''Nagisa,'' Honoka Yukishiro muttered softly, her eyes showing a sense of worry for her juniors. The same expression can be found in Hikari Kujo, her mouth being slightly open and trembling.

''Yeah,'' Nagisa Misumi nodded, being just as worried as Honoka and Hikari. ''We need to go to Hagakumi City and try to make sure if Hana-san and the others are safe.''

"Alright, thank you for informing me of this, director. Of course, you and the Kamen Riders would have my support on this matter.''

The Prime Minister's Official Residence is the official workplace and residence of the Prime Minister of Japan. Located at 2-3-1 Nagata-chō, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo 100–8968, it is diagonally adjacent to the National Diet Building.

And somewhere within this residence was a personal office that is used by the Prime Minister, a man in his mid-thirties to mid-forties, with short dark blue hair and dark blue eyes, with a pair of thin-framed glasses mostly seen on his face, wearing his usual formal suit which was a black-colored coat and pants accompanying a blue necktie tuck in a grey vest with grey buttons, a white sleeve shirt, a belt to tuck in his waist, and black shoes.

His name is Fuyuki Kaguya.

Now he was seated in his office chair, having been contacted immediately by the SCP Foundation Site Main Director of the Japanese Branch, informing him that the Kamen Riders and the STARS 14th Legion Clone Troopers are being fully authorized to handle the intricate situation that is no doubt already being told on the official news broadcast, first in Japan and then throughout the world.

He sighs heavily out of concern and worry because of the main topic of this situation which is concerning what had been discussed, grabbing the official file folders from inside the desk table carrying a stamp with the logo of the SCP Foundation found on the front cover. He takes a peek at one specific file folder to find all of the official Precure Teams recorded, first from the first generation: Futari was Precure up to HUGtto! Precure; and then follows the many countless other Precure Teams, and his eyes fell on the Star⭐Twinkle Precure Team.

There was a picture showing at least five young girls, one of them, was his very own daughter, as follows: Hikaru Hoshina - Cure Star, Lala Hagoromo - Cure Milky, Elena Amamiya - Cure Soleil, Madoka Kaguya - Cure Selene, and Yuni - Cure Cosmo. Accompanying the PreCure are two specific fairies in relation to them: Fuwa and Prunce.

He stares at this picture with the care of a concerned father, not that of a Prime Minister, pondering the grave manner and probable danger that his daughter and her friends may end up finding, flinching at the recent incident that relates to the callous bombing of L'Avenir Academy.

But of course...there was another file folder that grabbed his current attention. He glances at it. At the same time, he glances at a picture of his daughter and her fellow team members of Star⭐Twinkle.

The file itself was unique because it had something from the front cover aside from the logo of the Foundation.

SCP-9000Ω (The Saint George and The Dragon Proposal).

Somewhere was another location through time and space.

This was no longer the World of Precure or whatever was connected to that world. This was an entirely different dimension. Actually, this dimension appeared to be a mixture of many dimensions; it was as if reality was warped to form this twisted domain now cutting itself off completely, forming a sort of barrier around it. This place was a literal barren wasteland, with rocky terrain and enormous crystals sprouting from the ground.

The sky was dark red and there were large numbers of pools of a viscous, tar-like substance that were spawning large numbers of strange manner of creatures. These creatures are described as "creatures of destruction" that lack a soul; hence, they are unable to use Aura - the manifestation of one's soul and can be used for a wide range of abilities.

They are the Creatures of the Grimm.

And on the ground, there were armored troopers made of nothing except concepts without a soul, more of a machine than a living individual, wearing black and white modern military armor, carrying a type of rifle capable of firing a type of energy that could be set to stun or kill or vaporize to combustion. And they were watching like sentinels or watchmen, looking at the process of replication that was happening that was producing more Grimm.

And there was a castle overlooking everything, even the other castles in each calculated space and distance. The color scheme of shades of violets, purples, reddish sky, and black for shadows, situated on the tallest mound. The interior is lit with a kind of medium brightness, not too bright and not too dark, only illuminated by bright candles.

From the balcony, there was a mysterious individual overseeing all of this from afar, both of his unnatural hands were placed on the surface of the top of the balcony.

An all-dark figure with red hollow-filled circles, with a black western hat and trenchcoat.

What is he? Who is he?

GameOver.

He is a mystery, an enigmatic and elusive figure with no seeming point of origin and timeline. His history is inconsistent and blurry, a headache and a paradox from both the high and low points of view. A Mephistopheles-like figure with many master plans and applications.

''Everything is going according to plan as it is expected,'' this figure spoke softly and clearly in a solemn tone, glancing towards his right, spotting Joker who was smiling with respect and carrying the demeanor of a masterful and playful jester. ''As all of the important players are readying their pieces on the chessboard, this little game that you'd play with the Precure may provide to be a benefit for both sides.''

It was an irony that was not lost on Joker. This figure who was not standing before him was like him, an enemy of many, including the Precure. And yet, he would say that his plan might benefit himself and his side along with the enemy's side. Now that he thought about it, this figure had saved him from his fate under his elusive plans, many of which are still unknown to many, including himself.

''You know, as much as I enjoy the part where I would play my role and would like nothing more than to see all of the PreCure suffer tremendously and deal an obvious blow with my greatest adversary, I'm rather curious as to what further benefit does this have to our plans, moi? Even more, the fact that we are making moves now while my adversary is out in the open socializing with the PreCure leads me to conclude that there is something on your mind that made you allow me to do what I please,'' Joker asked.

GameOver was quiet for a moment as if wondering what to tell the clown. Eventually, he would speak, but it was one of solemnity and caution. "A common Enemy... One that is arising from the Middle East..."

"...!"

Joker paid attention immediately. His once confident and twisted delight turned into one of dread and fright. He understood what GameOver meant. A Sinister Screech From Beyond. He felt chilled up to the marrow of his bones.

"...Surely, now you understand," GameOver looks at Joker with a blank but serious expression. "The Old God of the Middle East, after many relative years, would now make his move. Like it or not, he and the PreCure are very much connected through the figure of one George Kurai. You know of the tales. You know of the legends. You know of the myths. You know what truly happened during that terrible night before the coming forth of the dawn. It won't be long now. The coming darkness would try to break free from its well-constructed prison. And the PreCure and their great power are needed. They are needed as an army that would stand in battle as the shining miracle lights that would come from every transdimensional corner of the 666 Realm."

GameOver continued. "Hence, it is why we must act at this precise moment. Do what you will with the PreCure, Joker. Whether they win or lose against you matters not to me. What matters is that the PreCure would need to be awakened from their complacency. They cannot expect this foe to act like all of the others that they had fought. They are nothing like him, and we both know it in our blackest of hearts."

GameOver would turn back and would look from the heavens above. "We know neither the day nor the hour when he would come again. But he will come when we least expect it."

Joker of course knew what this figure was talking about.

But he dared not utter the name.

He dare not...

"...But," Joker tried to interject with a twitching smile. "Surely... His prison would still hold..."

"Yes, for now, but that does not mean he is powerless within said prison. His many followers are still carrying out the extension of his will. For now, he is just patiently bidding his time," GameOver answered.

There was an existence on a higher plane of reality. Or more accurately, this existence was a ''she''. She exists now as a concept and a metaphysical law.

Somewhere within her domain and territory, there was the blessed Goddess who stood by eternally, awake for all eternity, watching like an untiring sentinel, and giving birth to happier tides of things to come.

She is the Law of Cycles.

She watches over the entirety of the past and of the future, even universes that might once have been and universes that might one day exist, all of them that were under her domain. Thus, she continues to protect everyone, forever, as a law that cannot be overturned, a law that eradicates the creatures of despair known as Witches.

She was and still is Madoka Kaname.

A very beautiful goddess, her maternal appearance and presence can be said to even break through the coldest of hearts. She had grown up so far from the young 14-year-old naïve girl that she once was. Now, she was mother, sister, and protector of all Magical Girls that lie within her domain. And of course, she was the beloved sister of Tatsuya Kaname, whom she would always watch over with her all-seeing eyes.

And she was watching him now. And she could not help but worry as she pondered deeply about the coming darkness that would soon be upon them all.

Yes, despite all of her power, even she feared this dreaded figure that plagues not just her domain, but all of the magical girls of every domain.

For was she not aware of this? For were not many beings of similar stature from their prescribed domain multiverse warned?

Even now, she was afraid, pondering the terrible prophecy and legend that were all converging into one of doom and gloom, but also one of hope and salvation. A peculiar cosmic battle between good and evil.

Both of her hands are joined as if in prayer while looking from afar, seeing her brother with his best friend along with the four members of the HUGtto! Precure, and every other PreCure throughout all of space and time.

''Be safe, Tatsuya. I bless and pray for you and George-kun always and wish you both well on your journey. And thus, I include my prayers to you as well, PreCure. I draw down on you my blessings and protection. You may need it for the terrible times ahead.''

PART 2

I fear for George Kurai. I fear for the destiny that forever binds him even as he walks through the valley of the shadow of death. I fear what he would face in the future as well as in the past.

Why, you may ask? And why am I being so vague and metaphorical?

Well, let's start with all of the myths and legends and folklore surrounding... Oh, I don't know, gorgons, hydras, chimeras, dragons, you name it. You know, stories relating to large reptilian creatures, all of which have been told in a dozen worlds and several millennia across various cultures that influenced life and light. Stories that I've heard throughout my many adventures, even living the stories personally, and even fighting against or siding with the reptilian beasts themselves.

In all that time, I never really connected the dots, on why there was such a thing as the concept of a dragon when there are many hypothetical answers as to why. Until... One day... When I had a different face (7)... I contemplated the concept... And the answer that I've got... Well...

I never really connected the dots, and this may be me sounding like a conspiracy nut, but apparently, they all have one thing in common.

The very concept of a dragon, or a large magical legendary creature that appears in the folklore of multiple cultures throughout the Multiverse relates to something old. Very old. Even older than most universes.

It brings me back to the Disciples of the Light, a highly advanced civilization from before my universe came to be. What do I mean by "before my universe". Well, the pre-universe to be precise. Most people call them the Dark Times, a time before my people, the Time Lords, came to power and reign supreme over the whole of creation.

And the Time Lords apparently knew of the Disciples of the Light. They even help each other out during that time. I never really knew that part. I only got this knowledge once I browsed the old dusty records from abandoned libraries during my travels alone. In any case, the first time I even heard of these Disciples of the Light was way back in the day of my last incarnation, that one adventure, when I and my companion at the time, Rose Tyler, had once unknowingly stumbled upon the prison of the Beast of Krop-Tor.

Ah, the Beast. Bit of a show off, that one. I remember him trying to scare me, trying to scare Rose, and trying to scare the expedition that we just so happen to have encountered, intimidating all of us by making known our deepest darkest secrets. Like a good old psychologist. When I asked him, which devil are you then, and I mentioned that there were a dozen devils across thousands of worlds. He boasted that he was all of them. Ha! The self-proclaimed origin behind the myth of a satanic figure. While there may be some grain of truth to it, I never really cared one bit. There were plenty of beings that I've met who claimed to be the same. Naming them all would take all day.

The point was that the Beast wasn't the only thing from the Dark Times that the Disciples of the Light had fought. Other beings of darkness and devilry plagued the lands of the stars. And one of them?

Well, there was this Dark Old God from the Beyond.

The Gorgon. The Hydra. The Chimera. ...The Dragon.

Yes... That was its name...

A very ancient devil god. A parasitic and toxic one at that since it leeches off the hopes of others and twists them into despair... Perhaps that's why he took an interest in a specific category found commonly in many universes. The concept of a magical girl. And out of all of them, there were seven specific worlds that he took a deep interest in. One of those worlds just so happens to be the World of Pretty Cure, the world where George Kurai comes from.

During the Dark Times, the Disciples of the Light had built a specific prison just for him. In the end, they put him in there, locked him away from any universe and universes beyond. Oh, but he tried to escape from the prison. The coming Time War... Or ended Time War from my perspective... Had weakened The Dragon's prison. Ripple cause-effect phenomenon is what I'd call it.

He tried that back in my last incarnation (7) and I had to team up with my old friend Dr. Strange to send him back into its prison. Then he tried again, back in my recent past incarnation (10). I was there when George had to fight The Dragon... He did succeed in banishing him back to his prison... But it came at a great cost... He lost someone in the end... And it was a PreCure... The same type of magical girl that he swore to dutifully protect, both past and future. But she was far more than just that for George.

All of these events that I mentioned were happening at the same time by the way. The Dragon was trying to invade both the Pre-Time War and Post-Time War versions of the Multiverse. I had to team up with my last incarnation (7) back when I had a different face (10). Strange did the same as I did, teaming up with his "classic self", the term he used to refer to his Pre-Time War self. Others helped of course.

We managed to banish The Dragon back to where it came from. But we all knew that it wasn't permanent. He's still out there. He's still waiting. Waiting to strike. Like a serpent that crawls on the ground. Waiting to strike at the heel when we don't even see him.

And this time... George may need the help of all of the PreCure of his time... Someday... He's going to have to face his fears. He's going to meet the women he admired, and among them, the woman that he loves the most. That would be the first sign of things to come. He's going to have to gather the powers of all of the modern-day PreCure from both the first and second generations. He would need all of their combined power. He would need their bonds, ones forged from various conflicts. He would need their strength. He would need their hope. So that he can learn to hope again and heal the scars of his heart.

This will happen...

Not long now...

Sometime soon...

— Excerpt from SCP-9000Ω (The Saint George and The Dragon Proposal) relating to an exclusive private interview with the Doctor (11).

PART 3

There is something that slumbers within an internal chasm, a place separated from everything else, one that kept a danger that needed to be well guarded. Whispers ran within its structure. Terrible omens and accursed rhymes.

And deep within that blackness, something even darker stirred.

The beating of drums echoed within its foul halls. Eyes sharper than nails would watch as the sound of chittering nonsensical mutters resound with a clash of thunderous reckoning.

A presence bathed out of chaotic nothingness. A being beyond comprehension. Even awareness could not save one from being tossed aside like a scrap of paper in a terrible hurricane. It was impossibly huge, one vaster than the universe; nay, beyond even that. Far older than the stars and darker than the space that lay between them. A howling void. An epicenter of madness.

All of time itself was present to him. He could reach through the forgotten corners of the deepest past and the whispering temporal decaying futures. No era does not escape his sight. Not one. An abyss. An antithesis of being. Immortal, eternal, forever unchanging, alien.

He looks beyond. He looks at George Kurai. He looks at his archfoe. Even when he is in prison, his eyesight does not falter. He can still see from beyond his prison. And his eyes were held with nothing but pure rage.

Subtle... Real... Dark...

"My old adversary. Saint George Artorius the Great. Long have I waited. Long have I endured. Trapped, I may be, but my spirit is far from broken."

The Dark One spoke with an eldritch tongue, mentioning the name of his adversary. It did not come from any known language. If one were to hear of it, it would die of fright and terror.

What appearance did this creature of old have?

Large wings covered his feline, reptilian, mammal, and avian hybrid features. The four elements of water, earth, fire, and air were circling it, breathing forth from his many nostrils and mouths. Large, medium, and small sharp-edged tentacles were seen hovering in perfect harmony and performing impossible octopus-like movements. They carry and dance the elements around. His all-seeing eyes are sharper than thorns, pale yellow, like a dagger that makes one feel so very small. Two great eyes that lead the small ones encircle around him, acting as a part of his eyesight. His maws of teeth scattered throughout several parts of his body were sharper than a crocodile. It was pitch black, as dark as night, as bright as day. An ominous reddish cloud would cover its physical appearance, symbolizing blood, war, and sacrifice. There were seven heads and ten horns on all of their heads. Accompanying his presence was the sound of rumbling thunder and flashes of lightning. And of course, rain without end that came from the pitch black clouds that acted as a kind of movable throne, never falling to the ground, but never losing its height or depth.

"You may have defeated me... You and that woman... You both had locked me away once more... But now comes the third hour of predetermined arrival..."

His eyes turned sharper. He watches his archfoe. He watches him encounter the PreCure of the modern day. And he looks through beyond that meeting. He looks to the future. He looks to all of the PreCure that his adversary would share a profound bond with.

"Your hour of meeting the PreCure has come again I see. This time, the PreCure of the modern era would encounter you, and through you, be shown what lay ahead for them. But no matter. And still, your power has been acknowledged by me so many millenniums ago. And your power still grows... Even now... The King of Space-Time. How I longed for us to reunite... To enact our glorious battle once more... But alas... For I am patient... I have waited for millenniums and I will wait still more... Time is but a fickle that would pass at every second... You and I knew this mystery well..."

His eyes look to what lay in store for his adversary. And he would see the forces that were now on the move.

"...Hmmm, forces not of my own are already moving... Enemies of my adversary and his fellow knights..."

By knights, the Dark One referred to the Kamen Riders, the successors of the Main Kamen Riders.

"Thus begins a new saga... A new tale... A new dawn... For evil does not die..."

His eyes glowed, pale yellow brightening the overshadowed clouds. And he said with a tone of finality.

"It evolves... Is that not so... Saint George Artorius the Great... And... the PreCure..."

Insert Song: End

ED Song:

Aoi Kaze No HOPE [HISTORY OF TRUNKS ENDING]

Incarnation(s)/Regeneration(s) of the Doctor:

The Eleventh Doctor - A: Matt Smith

New Characters:

Emiru Aisaki/Cure Macherie - VA: Nao Tamura

Nagisa Misumi/Cure Black - VA: Yōko Honna

Honoka Yukishiro/Cure White - VA: Yukana

Hikari Kujo/Shiny Luminous - VA: Rie Tanaka

Kotori Nono - VA: Amina Sato

Prime Minister Fuyuki Kaguya - VA: Ken Narita

Commander Ares Mars (STARS) - A: Temuera Morrison

14th Legion Clone Troopers (STARS) - A: Temuera Morrison

Bearpenters

Madoka Kaname - VA: Aoi Yūki

GameOver - A: Tom Cavanagh

The Dragon - A: Jun Fukuyama