A/N: A while ago, I put out a poll for people to vote on Robin's gender, and the results will be revealed…in this chapter. Thank you for the input!

Chapter 46: Shadow of the Fell Dragon

Sora's heartbeat ricocheted in his head as he waited to see if Black Shadow survived the attack. The dust stared to settle, revealing his silhouette. It seemed unmoving. Perhaps they were successful. But then a low snort brushed through the particles.

"Move!" Sora said.

The group rolled out of the way to avoid becoming potential pin cushions for Black Shadow's horns. He stopped in the middle of the track, faced the group, and roared, eager to feel their innards against his horns. The group prepared themselves to fight again, despite their stamina starting to become tangled in fatigued vines.

But the grip loosened into relief when they heard a car engine. Everyone turned to see the Blue Falcon emerge from the portal. Everyone cheered for its return. Falcon brought his machine to a halt; he opened the cockpit, exited it, climbed onto the top of his machine, and stared at the mindless abomination that was Black Shadow.

Despite having lost all semblance of who he was, his hatred towards Falcon remained; it was hardwired into his heart, and would never perish. He snarled towards the captain, prepared to go on the attack. Falcon continued gazing upon Black Shadow's form. He still couldn't believe what had become of him.

Although Falcon's disdain was just as strong, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the creature; it's part of being human. Free will is the greatest treasure we all cherish. To have it stripped from you is a fate worse than death.

"I don't know what he did you," Falcon said, somber, "but I can't risk you hurting anyone else. I'm sorry."

He clenched his fist; fire encircled it in a pulsating ring, only growing bigger by the moment. Black Shadow slid his hoof across the ground, preparing to charge right into Falcon with every ounce of strength. The others braced themselves; this final clash may result in all of existence wavering in agony.

Black Shadow ran right for him, pointing both horns at the captain's beating heart. Falcon felt an uncontrollable surge of energy tremble from within his fist; it couldn't wait to be unleashed. He leaped high into the air, flew right towards Black Shadow. Falcon's helmet flew off, revealing short brown hair, and resolute in his glowing green eyes.

"FALCON PUNCH!" He punched Black Shadow in the forehead, releasing an explosion of fire that consumed them both.

"CAPTAIN!" Sora cried.

Black Shadow emerged from flames screaming in pain, flying back a great distance, leaving a trail of smoke in his wake. He managed to land on his hooves, but the damage was severe. Every muscle had been clamped by the chains of paralysis. His body trembled as he tried to move an inch. A simple command from the brain had been silenced from the excruciating pain.

Falcon collapsed onto the ground from overexerting himself. While Luigi and Yoshi went over to assist him, Sora knew the job wasn't done yet. The Keyblade was encased in a golden aura. Only the light could vanquish the dark. Sora ran over, leaped into the air, slashed right through Black Shadow; He let out one final painful roar before falling over onto his back, and was consumed by a whirlpool of darkness, becoming a permanent resident of its inescapable prison.

Sora wiped his forehead; the madness had ceased. Peace had nestled its way into the black cracks that plagued this world. Sora stared at the spot where Black Shadow once stood, somewhat pensive. Should he feel bad for letting them get consumed? Akin to Falcon's own sentiments, they were living beings. They expressed the same thoughts and feelings.

But their intentions were immoral. They sought to bring about ruin. Sora wouldn't stand idle while the people he cared for suffered. Maybe he was just thinking about Riku again – how he too was one of them now. Would the darkness take him, too? He hated letting the idea stowaway in his train of thought.

Shaking it off for now, he hurried over to help Falcon. He was lying on his back, unresponsive. Yoshi leaned over, panicked. He looked up to Falcon as a hero, despite some of his shortcomings. It would be terrible to lose him.

"Captain? Captain! Answer Yoshi! Where is his helmet? He can't see without his helmet! Put on his helmet!"

Falcon opened his eyes, and said in a loud tone, "Relax, kid! I'm fine."

"Oh," Yoshi said, blushing. "Maybe me got carried away."

"Not as carried away as that Deathborn guy," Luigi said. "Or any of the wonderful people we've contended with."

Sora was relieved to see Falcon alive. He picked up his helmet, and approached him. "Black Shadow's finished."

"Good," Falcon said, standing up, loosening the tension in his body. "So is Deathborn."

Sora smirked, and held out the captain's helmet. "By the way, nice hair."

"Thanks," Falcon said with a small chuckle. He put it back on his head. "Not a word, alright? The helmet ain't just for show. Having more press salivate over you would not be fun."

"Our lips are sealed," Sora said.

Falcon glanced up at the ceiling, feeling the weight of everything that transpired sink into his chest like stone. "Boy, what a day. I figure the prize money will buy me a nice vacation."

"We technically helped you win the race," Luigi said. "So don't we get a share?"

Falcon glowered at him.

"Just a joke!" Luigi said, waving both hands in fear. "I don't want end up on the receiving end of that Falcon Punch."

Before another word was uttered, a green glow covered the top of everyone's vision. They looked up to see the two belts had merged into one. Its golden paint shimmered in the daylight. Falcon couldn't begin to imagine how this ethereal object was used. At least it wasn't in Deathborn's hands. For him, it was a symbol of his accomplishments – as of today, he was the greatest racer in Mute City.

The belt floated down towards Falcon, and he walked over to claim it. But he was startled when a green beam emerged from it, flew into the air, and hit the ceiling, creating a giant Keyhole.

"Now what?" Falcon asked, annoyed, on edge. "Even I've had enough action today!"

"It's nothing." Sora summoned the Keyblade. "This one's on me."

He pointed the tip towards the keyhole, fired a beam, and closed it for good.

Falcon stared at the ceiling in confusion, and then turned to Sora. "Do I want to know?"

"Not unless you want a long lecture from Luigi," Sora said, placing both hands behind his head. "It might take the whole day."

"I don't go on for THAT long," Luigi said.

Falcon chuckled. "Think I'll pass." He grabbed the belt, hefting it on his shoulder.

Upon hearing a loud beeping noise, Luigi pulled out the 3DS, noticing the signal coming from the Black Bull. "Oh, the Star Spirit is still in there. Be right back!" He hurried over to obtain it.

"Star Spirit?" Falcon asked, caught in a net of perplexation. "Never mind. Luigi will probably put me to sleep faster than being at a grass growing convention."

"DII HEARD THAT!" Luigi said.

As he escaped the net, Falcon landed into a pond of worry. "But there is one thing I need to know: what happened to the hearts?"

"They should've returned to their rightful owners," Sora said.

That sentence scrapped away the feeling of remorse from Falcon's chest. He was filled with both relief and joy. Of course, he was glad the other racers okay, but Jody had returned. Her influence would continue to guide many down a dangerous bog of uncertainty with her confidence. But for Falcon, the missing fabric from his life had been sewed together again.

He always felt comfortable being around her It reminded him of a time he was among people, talking, laughing, and just having a good time. Getting a second chance at life was rare. It makes you appreciate the person even more. He couldn't wait to reunite with her.

"Then I should go see Jody," Falcon said. "Willing to bet the doctors are restraining her from immediately jumping back into action." He paused, almost refusing to let the words squirm through his lips. But if it wasn't for Sora and his friends, Jody may not be alive. "This has been…an interesting experience for me. It was kinda fun working together with you."

Yoshi was somewhat saddened. "But not a hundred percent? You hard to please."

"What can I say?" Falcon said. "Being the lone wolf doesn't get old. But it's nice to make a few pals occasionally. What's next for you?"

Sora gestured towards the Labo Ship. "We're off on our own adventures. Maybe we'll come back one day. Would love to watch you be in a race instead of being a part of it. I don't think I can take being sandwiched between Luigi and Yoshi again."

"I believe it," Falcon said. "I might even consider letting you try out the Blue Falcon."

Sora's eyes beamed in excitement. "You mean it!? Wow! That'd be awesome!"

"CONSIDER it," Falcon said in a firm tone. "That's not a definite yes."

Sora grinned. "But it's not a definite no."

"Oh, you're funny!" Falcon said, roughing up Sora's hair.

In all honesty, Falcon did enjoy his time with Sora and company. They had been a tremendous help in his battle against Black Shadow, and supported him when he lost Jody. There was a hint of regret in saying good-bye. He wanted to know them more – to be bubbled within their positive energy.

But he wanted his normal life to resume. After checking on Jody, he'd return home, and prepare for next year's Grand Prix. Falcon was not going to relinquish his championship title without a fight. The thrill of competition blew a steady breeze through his skin. He couldn't ignore the call.

"Well, time to hit the road." Falcon started to leave, but stopped. "Oh, and Sora. I hope you work things out with your friend."

Sora was hesitant, but remained optimistic. "Me too."

"Don't feel discouraged." Falcon was not satisfied with Sora's glum tone. Today, they were all winners, and he wanted Sora to be a part of that uplifting circle. "Think of it as a challenge you have to overcome. We all have them. Are they going to be easy? No. But every challenge leads to a reward. In your case, the reward is being able to have him in your life again. Strive for it."

If there's one thing Sora and Falcon shared, it was their desire to compete. He never thought about it on a psychological level before. It was a different viewpoint that perched on his mind, letting out an inspiring chirp. Was he still crestfallen over their unstable friendship? Of course. But bringing in his competitive nature into the scenario may alleviate some of his qualms, and help him focus on trying to fix things.

Sora smiled. "Alright! I'll give it a shot. Thanks, Captain!"

Falcon responded with a thumbs up. After exchanging good-byes, everyone boarded their appropriate vehicles, and left the arena with an overall feeling of satisfaction. Although Falcon was bit arrogant, he proved to be valuable ally. Strong, but willing to show compassion when needed. And he never gave up, despite the odds. His influence had boarded the ship with them, advising the group to continue fighting, and always seek out your goals, no matter how far away they may seem.

Which was why, no matter how long it took, Sora would find a way to break Riku's influence from the darkness.

Hours had passed since the race. Everyone was working to undo the damage left behind like a hurricane. And Jody was stuck in a hospital bed, unable to participate in the cleanup. She stared up at the ceiling with a frown, like a petulant child being denied a present. Tubes were in her body like strings to a mannequin, under complete control of the doctor's orders.

She wanted to be proactive and make a difference in helping people affected by the whole situation. Or round up any troublemakers dancing around the law. But the worst about being confined to this room was John 'volunteering' to stand guard outside the door.

She'd be content in giving out parking tickets right now.

There was a knock on the door. She groaned, preparing to be bombarded with the redundant, anxiety fueled questions again. "For the last time, John, I don't need to be fed. My arms work. The train station is closed permanently."

"John still being a royal pain the butt?" a voice from behind the door asked.

Jody heard the monotonous sound of the heart rate monitor increase. She knew that voice anywhere. Falcon walked into the room, seeing her bright green eyes stare into his own. Deep down, all his negative feelings evaporated from the heat of his utter relief.

And Jody shared those same feelings. She raised her head. "Falcon!"

"Glad to see you're doing well." He sat down in a chair. "Missed you on the track today."

"Well, missing a vital organ might be a fair reason." She paused, unable to think of the proceeding words. They were stuck to her throat like flypaper. She was happy to see him again. "So, I heard about everything that happened. Thanks for keeping this city safe. You're quite the hero."

Falcon gave a modest shake of his head. "I'm no hero. Just some guy who brings thugs in for money. That honor belongs to you. Going out there and putting your life on the line for us every day. Especially against Black Shadow. Your dad would be proud."

"I appreciate that," Jody said, with a modest smile. "So, what's next for you? Gonna head out and catch some more bounties? Sounds like the Captain Falcon thing to do."

She noticed a sincere expression on his face. "Normally I would, but, when you almost lose someone, it makes you realize how important they are to you. No championship title could ever match that value." He hesitated for a moment, trying to stitch the right words together without poking the proverbial finger. "So, I was wondering if you'd like to get together for lunch sometime?"

Jody was taken aback by this gesture. She never expected the lone wolf to seek company of another. For a moment, she thought John was under that costume, but no one could mistake that aloof, confident voice. She was intrigued by his proposition. It would be a chance to learn more about him. Their conversations had been brief, but, still, she was allured by his enigmatic presence.

Did she have feelings for him? It couldn't be, she thought. Her love was to keep Mute City safe. But, sometimes, the job doesn't reciprocate those feelings like humans do.

"Is that a date?" Jody asked, raising her eyebrow in intrigue.

They heard John from outside shout, "Date! What date!?" It was followed by the sound of something crashing. "My spleen!"

Jody rolled her eyes. John had a good heart. Just sometimes it was in other places best not described.

"Maybe it is," Falcon said with a playful smirk. "You'll just have to meet me and find out."

"It's a deal," Jody said. Falcon prepared to leave. "You're more sociable than normal. Something happen in your latest tussle with Black Shadow?"

Falcon glanced out the window, observing the golden glow of the sun peeking through the clouds. "Yesterday I met these three strangers. Let's just say their friendship for each other rubbed off on me."

And he had a hunch it would stay stuck to his skin like a mole for a long time. For once in his life, Falcon wasn't sure if he would've been able to stop Black Shadow on his own. He was grateful for their help, and would never forget the incredible adventures they had in Mute City. Even as the road called his name, he was excited as the prospect of bringing them along for the ride.

Once the group ascended into space, they released the Star Spirit: Klevar, who granted them one of the most powerful, dangerous spells yet: Stop. It could immobilize a person completely for a limited time. Devastating in the wrong hands, but Klevar sensed the good nature shimmering in Sora and Luigi's hearts. He knew they would be responsible in wielding its power.

After Klevar left, Luigi revealed that he found another Ansem Report among Black Shadow's machine, and handed it over to Sora. He wasted no time in reading it over.

I am studying material from the meteors that rained down that fateful night. What a find! The material is foreign to our world. It is elastic to the touch, and when two pieces are combined, they bond easily. None of the records even mention such a substance.

Was it introduced to this world when I opened the door? I wonder how many other such materials drift through the atmosphere of this tiny world... I wish I could soar off and find out! Could there be uncharted worlds up there? My curiosity never ceases to grow.

But I should stop speaking of such unrealistic dreams. For now, there is no way to venture outside this world. My people and I are all but prisoners of this tiny place.

Sora's mind slipped into a picture of déjà vu. Ansem carried their same aspirations to visit other worlds. It was refreshing to know that he and his friends weren't the only ones restrained behind that impenetrable barrier. But, despite having their wish granted, they found themselves lumbering through a muddy trail; on occasion, they would slip into it, and struggle to stand up again.

But hearing about the meteor shower reminded him of Kairi. That was the night she arrived on the island. Did it have any correlation? Probably not. He just missed her so much. More importantly, he continued to ponder her fate. Riku's words tugged on Sora's arteries, making his heart tremble in fear.

He didn't want to believe that the Heartless stole her heart. It was understandable. No one could envision their loved ones in such a dire situation. But the last image he saw of her didn't help his suspicious, either. Her pale skin illuminating the dark cave; the loss of vitality in her eyes. It continued stalking him into the darkest parts of his subconscious.

And there was nothing he could do right now. His stomach was crushed beneath a pile of frustrating boulders. He wanted help her. Was he wrong to accept Riku's offer? No. The darkness had only brought nothing but despair. And yet, Riku saw it as their salvation. Anger started enveloping his emotions.

He sat back in his seat to take a breath; those feelings stared subsiding into a tranquil chute. Thinking about the issue would do nothing. All he could do was move forward. Like Falcon said, he needed to see it as a challenge to overcome. Beyond it would be a happy ending, one where Kairi was okay, and Riku would come to his senses.

An idealistic dream, sure, but sometimes, it's what keeps us going. And Sora would use that at his motivation.

They would be together again, no matter what it took.

Riku sat against the bed in the room that housed Kairi. He was forlorn, hugging his knees for comfort, unable to forgive himself for failing her. For he had searched far and wide, in search of the princesses, and to no avail. It almost seemed impossible. How many worlds could there be beyond the stars? Would he even find one before his time in the living realm expired? It was an extreme thought, but hopelessness often forced them to the surface.

Validar walked into the room, staring at Riku with an unsympathetic haze in his eyes. "Despondent, I see. Don't blame you. The vacant state of this castle would make anyone feel morose."

"Leave me alone," Riku said in a low, emotionless tone.

"And let you sulk around in my castle?" Validar asked, frowning. "Most certainty not! You expect this search for the princess to be easy? Such naive mentality."

Growing vexed by the verbal lashing, Riku stood up, enraged. "You think I don't know that? With only one left, the chances of finding her grows less and less!"

"Indeed," Validar said, his expression neutral. "And the chances will worsen if you continue wallowing in your current state. Taking action makes all the difference. Had I not conformed to my own advice a while ago, the outcome of my battle with those treacherous Shepherds would have been auspicious."

"You want me to take action?" Riku asked, fuming. "Alright! Forget these Princesses of Heart. I'll find a quicker way to save Kairi."

Validar laughed. "An inane undertaking. You don't even know the first place to look."

"From visiting these worlds, I know that anything is possible." He stared out the window, looking into the cloudless sky. "There has to be a way."

Validar pondered over this dilemma. As much as he loathed this ungrateful child, Riku was an asset to their plans. It took years for some to master the darkness' terrifying power. But to Riku, it was natural, as if he had been conceived within its form long ago. Something that important was not worth throwing away over a trivial dispute.

A smirk soon crossed his wicked face. "Actually, there is. An ancient relic known as the Fire Emblem may hold the key."

"Sorry," Riku said, scowling. "I'm not playing errand boy anymore."

Validar refrained from losing his composure. It would show that Riku's rebellious attitude won. To prevent him from leaving, Riku needed the proper motivation. "Very well. If you choose to be thickheaded and walk this path alone, then leave my castle. Spend the rest of your days carrying that shell of your former friend throughout this world. No salvation will ever come for her."

Each word latched onto Riku's ear like a sharp hook. Validar was right. He didn't have any means to travel, or the slightest clue on where he'd find Kairi's hearts. Riku would forever lumber her lifeless body throughout this world. With a heavy sigh, he accepted defeat. He was doing this for Kairi, refusing to fail her again.

"Fine," Riku said, dejected. "I'll stay. Tell me more about this Fire Emblem."

Validar's smile widened to unnatural lengths. Thanks to the darkness, he had been given a second a chance, and would take full advantage of its offerings, making those who wronged him in the past pay. In the process, he would finally fulfill his destiny.

Soon, the Fell Dragon would be reborn in a dark cloth, and use it to smother the nurturing light that vitalized this world.

Our story takes a brief diversion to yesterday evening, in the prosperous nation of Ylisse – a country weaved together by peaceful threads of its inhabitants. They wanted nothing more than to go about their lives – to not be lassoed in by the gauntlet of war. At least, not again. A few months ago, the bright, thriving nation was on the verge of being forever eclipsed by an entity of frightening power – one who could demolish villages with a small puff of air from his hot, vile breath.

He was known as Grima, The Fell Dragon.

His venomous blood boiled with unrelenting hatred for humans; he saw them as ungrateful creatures that used the Gods' invaluable gift of life to fulfill selfish desires, and bring misery onto others through stealing, killing, and war. Humanity was on the brink of detonating like an atomic bomb; the ticking grew louder in Grima's ears, sending livid shivers through his scales.

Humans didn't deserve this gift. It wasn't earned. And his plan was to make everyone suffer for abusing it like a small child to a fragile toy. His flames of vengeance would turn every person into an indistinguishable pile of ashes, erasing the disgrace they brought upon this world. But his unyielding anger blinded him from seeing a smooth surface of benevolence in between those jagged, egotistical lines.

There were good, honest people in the world that cared for each other's wellbeing. A strong sense of community is what helped a country like Ylisse continue to thrive. They wouldn't let injustice sweep through their world, leaving in a state of ruin buildings and broken dreams. And no one was more determined to prevent that bleak future than the Exalt of Ylisse himself, Chrom.

Welding the divine sword known as Falchion, he led his militia to oppose The Fell Dragon, an undertaking that would be near impossible. But Chrom had faith in troops. No, they weren't just his troops; they were his family and friends. Together, they formed an unbreakable weapon that could make the largest mountains falter.

One of Chrom's troops was a lifelong friend – someone who had been there to support him like a brother. Their bond was unperishable; no force in the universe could kill it. His name was Robin, who served as Chrom's tactician, a capable warrior, and a trustworthy companion. Along with the brigade, Chrom and Robin took the fight onto Grima's back, confronting the source of his power.

It appeared as an exact duplicate of Robin, donning the same black and purple robe, golden linings, brown shoes and boots, and short white hair. But he was concealed behind a hood, as if ashamed to be stuck in the skin of a human. This duplicate was Robin from the future, possessed by Grima in that same timeline.

To make matters worse, the Grima of the present also inhabited future Robin's body. He kneeled over, having been weakened by both Robin and Chrom's combined force. Fatigue had washed over Grima's human form. Such a disgusting trait they have, he thought. To feel frail and helpless was such an insult.

Robin stared at his future self in deep thought; his mind approached a crossroad with only two possible paths. There was no hidden trail to uncover or a third option to consider; this was his fate. He had to choose one. Although both paths glistened with hope, one had a massive crevice in the middle; purple smoke rose from within it, dictating an ominous future.

But down the other one was footprints of people living their lives without fear. As he stepped onto that path, his own footprints didn't appear. He smiled; this was the right decision. He refused to live in the same world as Grima anymore, and let everyone he cared for suffer.

He closed his eyes, reflecting on the past two years within seconds. There were hardships along the way, but Robin was grateful for every joyful moment he experienced with his friends. Especially Chrom. He saw him as a person – a brother.

His act of kindness inspired him to make this decision.

Robin let out a soft smile, at peace with himself. He approached Grima, raised his arm, and conjured a purple sphere of energy. The Fell Dragon's body was seized by a feeling of a dread, something seldom experienced. He believed to have alluded death for around a thousand years. It was a concept he never considered. And the thought scared him.

"R-Robin!?" Chrom said, growing worried. "Wait, what are you—"

Robin stopped in front of Grima; his eyes were fixed on the dragon, filled with nothing but contempt for all the pain he brought upon everyone. He was ending this conflict once and for all.

"Y-You wouldn't dare!" Grima said with a threatening hiss. "If you end me, you'll be sacrificing your life as well! Stop!"

Robin remained motionless as the sphere became massive. Chrom tried to intervene, but a surge from the energy forced him to stop. He couldn't believe this was happening. They had been through so much together. Robin had become part of his world. And now, a piece would always be missing.

"Robin!" Chrom said, horrified. "No! Ah gods, NO!"

He watched as the two were enveloped by the sphere. Grima's cries of agony rattled through Chrom's ear drums.

Before Robin being vanished, he looked over a Chrom, giving him a warm smile. That was the last image Chrom ever saw of him.

Reliving that memory was like staring into the sun; in mere seconds it started hurting just to watch. There were times where Chrom reevaluated the situation, looking for a feasible solution, wondering if he could've done something to help. But it was fruitless. The past is nothing but images; you can manipulate them to your hearts content, but they'll never become real.

Every night Chrom stepped out onto the balcony of his castle, greeted by the full moon. It illuminated onto the vast field of Ylisse, showing a sheet of healthy vegetation. Ahead of him were silhouettes of mountains, appearing as massive fangs that guarded over his kingdom. Chrom closed his blue eyes; he let the wind brush through his blue hair.

Chrom was grateful that Grima would never harm a soul again. But he couldn't bask in this eternal peace without Robin; they worked together to obtain it. His victory felt hollow; it didn't belong to him alone. A voice pushed through the negative crowd in his mind, shouting louder than anyone else, encouraging him to never quit.

Something in his heart pulsated, as if agreeing with that chipper voice. And he would not stop looking until they were reunited.

"Milord?"

Chrom snapped out of his train of thought, and turned to see Fredrick approaching him. He was Captain of the Knights, and another valuable companion. He donned his usual blue armor, standing firm and serious.

"Frederick. Please, don't mind me. Just needed some fresh air."

Despite his stern demeanor, Fredrick couldn't help but crack a small smirk. "There's no need to try and masquerade your nonchalant attitude. We've fought by each other's side for years. I know when something is troubling you."

"Nothing can ever crawl pass your sharp eyes," Chrom said with a chuckle. "It'd be stabbed in the back immediately."

Frederick's experience hardened. "Still worried about Robin?"

"Yes." Chrom stared out into the field again. "Every day feels incomplete without that one special friend to share it with."

Fredrick stood next to him, also fixed on the tranquil view. "Are you still searching?"

"Of course." Chrom continued staring out into the distance; the moon brightened the confident look in his eyes. "You remember what Naga said: if our bond with him is strong enough, he may return to the mortal plane."

"I don't mean to sound pessimistic, but she also mentioned that the chances are exiguous."

Chrom turned to him, refusing to let his belief falter. "But it's still a possibility. That's sufficient enough for me."

"An answer I'd expect from our great exalt." Frederick expression turned somewhat somber (by Frederick standards, anyway). "However, you should hold off on your crusade. Your undying leadership and guidance are needed now. We've had reports of those strange dark creatures attacking again."

"Have there been any leads on the origin of their location?"

Frederick shook his head. "Our scouts are still investigating. For now, we must double the guards throughout the city. Not one villager is to walk the streets alone."

"Then it shall be done," Chrom said. He paused, as a troubling, familiar spot landed on his train of thought. "There's this nagging feeling that won't quell, Frederick."

"Sire?"

Chrom exhaled, concerned. "I am not one to make rash assumptions, but something tells me Validar is behind this."

"Impossible," Frederick said. "You and Robin slayed him, remember?"

Chrom squeezed his fist, trying to release the uncomfortable feeling of worry. "Tis true. But he vanished in a blanket of darkness. His body was never found. That satisfying grin he made as it consumed him – it still latches onto my mind."

Fredrick placed an assuring hand on his friend's shoulder. "Perhaps rejoining the banquet will take your mind off things. Besides, your attention is needed. Lady Lissa is showing off Princess Lucina to everyone in the hall again. Too much attention could be overwhelming for a child."

Chrom chuckled. Lissa was his younger sister. High sprung and full of energy, she knew how to brighten his mood when he felt dejected. And then there was Lucina: his precious baby daughter. She meant the world to him. Everyday her innocent smile filled his heart with happiness, and hope for a bright future. She was a seed that would one day bloom into a strong ruler, leading the next generation to a prosperous future.

"Relax, good friend," Chrom said. "Lissa just loves being an aunt. Besides, Lucina needs to be surrounded by much love. It will help shape her into a compassionate and outgoing young woman. After all these years, you still bare the title of Frederick the Wary."

Fredrick smirked again. "I still wear it with pride."

Perhaps Fredrick was right. Being with the ones he loved would quell his troubled thoughts. For now, anyway. Every day he was thankful to have them in his life. He couldn't imagine a world without them. They were a driving force that pushed him forward into the unknown. He wouldn't have anything without them. Nor the people he ruled over.

Chrom might be an exalt, but he was still one man – a single cell that worked in unison with others to give this world life. He cherished every single one of them.

"Oh, and you should wear more suitable garments for a banquet," Chrom said with a playful smile. "Relinquish that armor for once. We're not engaging in a battle with pastries."

Frederick glanced down at his uninviting attire. "Actually, I hear this kind of armor is fashionable, sir. It'll be good enough."

"Never change, old friend."

"Just as long as you won't, either."

"You have my word."

And once Chrom reunited with Robin, he would take him out onto this balcony, where they would partake in similar, frivolous conversations. It would be perfect.

Time shifted forward to the present, sometime after Validar's conversation with Riku. Despite struggling to endure the boy's ungrateful tongue, he saw Riku as essential towards achieving his goal. For the past few months, Validar had secluded himself from the citizens of Ylisse to construct a new plan – one that was built from the resentment and seething anger he had towards Chrom and his army.

Validar was Grima's most loyal servant, soaking in the same cesspool of hatred for humanity like his master. He failed to make a difference in the fateful battle, having been defeated by both Chrom and Robin. But the darkness granted him a second chance to finish the apocalyptic paragraph started by Grima.

Nestled within the mountains was a fortress that had been abandoned for years. Better structures had been built, leaving it as a relic to sit in absolute solitude, watching time travel by for all eternity. But to Validar, it was a sanctuary – a place that remained unassuming to all. Just like him. Everyone believed he had perished. But soon, Validar would relish in their looks of terror as he rose from beneath the underworld's cloak.

He traveled through the bleak halls of the fortress. If it weren't for the torches he lit, Validar would be strolling through a pitch-black abyss, snuggled with in its nondescript form. His thoughts were interrupted by an unexpected presence, like an annoying insect buzzing close to the ear.

It didn't come from this world's native soil. He sensed it coming from beyond the clouds, enveloped in a magical light that drummed against his skull, like a headache. Despite this irritating feeling, Validar couldn't help but smirk.

He was about to have some visitors; and they weren't going to have the chance to leave alive.

Sometime after the group left Mute City, they picked up another Star Spirit not too far from their location. Sora watched the signal on the 3DS pulsate faster, like the heart during a light jog. He was excited; they were close to recovering the last one. He wanted to take his grievances out on Bowser. Especially for what he did to Riku. He was partially to blame.

Sora may have a short temper, but he never outright had qualms with another person. Was it right to experience this emotion? Much like the darkness, would it consume his good-natured personality into a black hole of anger? Sora made a promise to Kairi that he'd never change. And he could understand why: his upbeat attitude always put her in a pleasant mood.

But sometimes it was difficult to maintain your sense of self through new experiences. Although he loved visiting every world so far, elements like the Heartless and Riku's change in character had left permanent residue on his idealistic outlook of life. And he didn't want that mindset. He still wanted to believe that he'd be reunited with Riku and Kairi again, so they could finally go home.

He refused to let these major setbacks change his personality. It defied him. His friendly approach to others had let them team up with invaluable partners. And besides, someone had to keep Luigi from attempting to hide under the nearest mattress.

"So, once we get the last Star Spirit," Sora said, shelfing the unpleasant subject, "how will they be able to defeat Bowser?"

"They can't," Luigi said, looking a bit disappointed. "All they're doing is neutralizing the Star Rod's power. It'll be useless in harming him."

Yoshi leaned forward, sticking his head between the seats. "Not true. We could hit him on the head with it. He would need a bunch of boo-boo kisses to make it better. That ruin Yoshi's day, at least."

"Even with the Star Rod out of the way," Luigi said, ignoring Yoshi, "we'll still have a fight on our hands."

"I doubt it'll be hard," Isabelle said. "You've beaten Bowser plenty of times, right?"

Luigi's shoulders tensed, and he gripped the steering wheel, trying to let those feelings subside into a calming funnel. It didn't work. If anything, those restless feeling was clogged in there. "Not by myself. My bro and I always work together to beat him. There's one time where Bowser even kidnapped him, and still, it took both of us to clobber that slimy lizard."

"Isn't that time we recover famous landmarks and answer questions?" Yoshi moaned. "That adventure was boring!"

Luigi looked at Yoshi in surprise. "Boring!? You remember how we had to bring that giant gorilla back to the New Donk State Building? That was crazy! Why would any sane person want us to return it there, anyway?"

"I beg your pardon?" Isabelle asked, unable to process what was just uttered.

Sora threw up his hands. "I've come to just accept the insanity, Isabelle."

"But I've never had to face him alone before," Luigi said, releasing a quavering sigh. "Definitely feeling nervous."

Sora placed a supportive hand on his shoulder, squeezing then tension out like a sponge. "There's no need to be. Have you forgotten how many of his friends we've beaten? I'd say our track record is pretty good. This won't be any different. I know it!

"You're always so confident," Luigi said with an appreciative smile. "Can you spare a brother a little bit of it? Would make running away less frequent."

Sora was taken aback. "D-Did you just give me a big compliment?"

"Why, want me to take it back?" Luigi asked, raising an eyebrow. "It's going…going…"

"No, no, no! That just caught me off guard!" Sora rubbed his head. "But thanks. That's really nice of ya."

"And I mean every word of it," Luigi said. "Trust me – I couldn't imagine this journey without you."

Sora blushed; the feeling was mutual. They had helped him step over the rough terrain that he encountered on this journey. It was impossible to imagine how things would've been had he not met them (despite the pain in his spine).

Yoshi was saddened. "What going to happen when it over? Sora go bye-bye?"

"Of course not!" Sora said, giving the dinosaur a reassuring pat on the head. "Don't even think that. Our journey together has just begun. I want you guys to visit my island. Then I'll come back to visit the Mushroom Kingdom with Kairi and Ri—"

Just mentioning his name lowered Sora's spirits into a cold, depressed bunker. And escaping seemed to grow harder each time.

But Luigi wasn't going to let him linger in there. A hopeful ray of sunshine waited on the outside. "Like you said: you'll come visit with both Kairi AND Riku. Promise?"

Sora noticed an encouraging glow solidify in Luigi's eyes. He didn't want that upbeat spark to be extinguished by dispirited foam, which would seep deep into Sora's heart, unable to be cleansed. And Luigi wasn't just saying that to keep their morale from faltering; he cared for Sora, and hated seeing him crestfallen. Yoshi concurred.

They had grown a close bond, and would help each other if one part was slacking. All for one, and one for all, right? Sora smiled. Seems like his influence had already been injected into Luigi's veins, and would never be denied.

"Promise," Sora said; his sadness had been alleviated.

Yoshi clapped his hands, uplifted. "Me can't wait!"

Once the group arrived at the next world, they began their decent into the atmosphere. And it was indeed Ylisse. Soon, the group would find themselves amid war, as swords and sorcery collided.

Not a cloud was in the sky today. The entire world was covered in a bright, yellow quilt from the sunlight. Ahead of the group lay majestic mountains displaying their flowing green hair swaying in the gentle wind. The radar detected that the Star Spirit appeared to be beyond the mountains, so they pressed on, having no time to pause and admire the breathtaking landscape.

As they approached the mountains, however, Sora noticed something peculiar on the radar. The Star Spirit was closing in on them. For a moment, Sora was ecstatic; maybe it managed to escape imprisonment. A bit of an uneventful visit, but at least they'd have an easy time for once. But Luigi was fastened to a seatbelt of hesitation. This seemed too easy.

And his intuition, unfortunately, came to fruition, as a dark purple spiral encircled the mountain, until it reached the crest; it took the form of Validar. He stared at the Lobo ship with malicious glee, conjuring wonderful ideas on how to dispose of it. Everyone huddled around the control panel to get a better view of the mysterious man. He was covered in a dark aura that poured onto the mountain, tarnishing its lush green mane.

One thing was clear: this man wasn't here to give them an extravagant welcome with colorful balloon and treats (much to Yoshi's displeasure).

"Wh-Who that?" Yoshi asked, leaning back in fear.

Luigi gulped. "Dunno, but it looks like Jafar here has been skipping out on the Vitamin D."

"Ja-who now?" Sora asked.

"I regret to inform you that you're on private grounds," Validar said. He raised a cold, osseous hand. "So allow me to escort you off the property with a small, merciful warning."

The ship was encased in purple energy, and it reacted with a violent shake. Everyone shielded their faces as sparks discharged from the control panel like firecrackers. Once the commotion ceased, Luigi hurried over to check the controls. An alarm wailed in the group's ears.

"What happened!?" Sora asked, panicked.

Luigi pressed every button on the control panel, but none responded. He slammed his fist in aggravation. "He fried the controls with his magic! We're stuck!"

"What we do now!?" Yoshi asked, overcome with terror.

Luigi stared off into the distance; his face was devoid of any emotion, like a piece of paper. A delicate string inside his mind stretched to uncomfortable lengths, unable to remain as one unit much longer. "No matter what I do, someone always succeeds in crashing this ship. You know what?"

The string snapped. Having been stripped of rational sense, Luigi pulled out his hammer, furious.

"Let me make it easy for them this time!" Before he could strike, the others restrained him.

With a flick of the wrist, Validar sent the ship flying into the distance, where soon after it began a rapid decent towards the ground.

"Farewell, my friends," Validar said. "Hope you enjoy a nice, close view of the mountain tops. Here they're extra sharp."

But his time of amusement was short lived, as he sensed another presence not too far from the mountains. One of them belonged to Chrom. Validar's jaw tightened, restraining the urge to assault him from reaching the surface. He needed to treat this scenario as a game of chess. Acting without structure would knock him off the board within seconds, despite how he craved to watch Chrom's feeble soul be whisked away into the afterlife.

But he would get his chance, and would savor every moment of it.

Once Validar returned to the fortress, he discussed the first part of his plan. Although reluctant, Riku agreed to carry out his assignment. A part of him was still dismissive of Validar's claim about finding Kairi's heart. It just seemed like bait used to reel him into achieving his own agenda. He walked down the dark hallway, hands in his pockets, letting various thoughts flicker on and off like a lightbulb.

Riku stopped by a bedroom, peered inside, and noticed somebody sleeping in the bed. Without another word, he continued down the hallway, arriving at Kairi's room, and gazed upon her lifeless body. He would do anything to save her. Right now, Validar's plan was his only option. Seeing Kairi in a constate state of comatose wouldn't make the problem vanish. He needed to be proactive.

Unlike Sora.

His anger rose. He should be here helping him find her heart, not galivanting off with his new friends. It was unacceptable. He knew that Validar's spell wouldn't slow Sora down in the slightest. As always, he would bounce back, treating every incident as if it were a minor scrape that would heal. He did admire Sora for being headstrong, but not for pursuing his goals.

Perhaps it's time he showed Sora the ramifications of his lethargic attitude towards saving Kairi.

Riku held Kairi in his arms, exited the room, and prepared to leave to confront Chrom (and possibly Sora). However, there is one lingering question that's been transmitted across every mind reading these last few paragraphs:

Who is the person sleeping in the other room?

"Aw, why do we have to walk?" Lissa asked, moaning. "Couldn't we have taken the horses? That's what they were created for."

Today was a beautiful day for a stroll through the vast fields of Ylisse. Birds graced the ears with a soothing melody. Clouds didn't impose on the clear blue sky. The temperature didn't reach uncomfortable levels of humidity. And Lissa was complaining about her feet again.

Yes. It was indeed an average day, Chrom thought. And he wouldn't ask for anything more. Fredrick once again donned his usual armor, on alert for even the slightest bit of movement. Meanwhile, Lissa, wearing her usual yellow dress, having her blonde hair curled into pigtails, carried an innocent, childlike glow on her face

Although, right now, Lissa's lips formed a pout from the pain rolling back and forth in the soles of her feet like the edge of a mace.

"Come now, Lissa," Chrom said in a joyful tone. "It has been ages since we've walked together. A little bit never hurts anyone?"

Lissa turned to her brother with an incredulous look. "Hasn't hurt anyone? Then explain why my soles are crying out like a dragon with a thorn up its backside!"

"Don't stress yourself, dear sister," Chrom said with a smile. "You wanted to assist me in searching for Robin, correct?"

"Of course!" Lissa said. "I want to be one of the first to see him again!" She frowned. "Just a little forewarning before waking me from my beauty sleep would be appreciated next time."

Fredrick cleared his throat. "Sir. Remember our other reason for being out here."

"Yes," Chrom said, his expression becoming firm. "To locate the place where those creatures originate from. But keeping a close eye out for our missing friend isn't a bad idea, either."

Fredrick nodded in agreement. "Just remember to remain vigilant. We have yet to understand the full capacity of these creatures' power. It's best we face them in unison if confronted."

"Hey, is that one of them?" Lissa asked, squinting her eyes as she looked towards the sky.

Everyone followed her eyes until they saw a black silhouette tarnish the pristine sky's blue coat. As the silhouette descended, they noticed the object was like none they've ever seen before. Even Chrom felt concern being pulled from his neck as if it were wax paper. He scanned through a catalog of images in his head to see if anything matched this anomaly

It appeared to be some type of vessel painted red and yellow. On top was a glass dome that suddenly retracted into the ship itself. He just managed to hear people screaming below the excruciating bellows of the machine. The ship came into view, preparing to crash into the earth like a meteor, leaving a bald spot in its flowing green hair.

On instinct, Chrom and his crew ducked for cover; the ship missed them, and flew over a nearby hill, disappearing behind it. Everyone sat up, staring at the area where the ship vanished, overcome with an array of emotions swimming through them like anxious fish fleeing from a shark.

Moments later, they heard a crash in the distance, and saw frightened birds rise into the sky like ominous smoke.

"W-What was that!?" Lissa asked, agitated.

Fredrick stood up, retaining his composed demeanor amidst this erratic waltz of bewilderment. "One thing is clear: it appears to be some sort of man-made flying carriage."

"That's impossible!" Lissa said, brushing her dress off, still shocked, leaning against a skeptical rail. "How can something man-made fly? I think it's getting too hot inside that armor of yours."

"Regardless, I heard screaming coming from within the contraption," Chrom said with a heroic resolve. "We should check to see if the passengers are alright. The mission can wait! Follow me!"

He started heading over the hill. Lissa and Fredrick were restrained by the shackles of hesitation; they had no idea what to expect upon finding this strange vessel. For all they knew, it could be a trap. Sometimes Chrom ran into situations while looking through an impulsive telescope; he saw what was in front of him, but never stopped to view his surroundings.

At least in the beginning. Chrom was mindful about each situation, and could analyze it within seconds, making a sound decision. That's why everyone trusted his judgement; even he knew that there were various shades to consider during a predicament. He was a great warrior, but led with a sharp mind that reflected positivity upon the kingdom.

And they did hear screaming, too. Chrom was not one to let the misfortunate suffer, even if they were complete strangers. It was inspiring and infectious; they would do what they could to help him. And so, they hurried over the hill, having faith that Chrom's decision was correct.

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