Chapter 20: Olympus Coliseum - Part 1

As Modern Sonic faced off against Silver, Classic Sonic was racing through the vibrant streets of Spagonia, his spiky blue quills cutting through the cityscape with unmatched speed. The colourful, bustling environment of Spagonia was a stark contrast to the grim void of White Space, but Classic Sonic had no time to enjoy the view. His mission was clear: save the past adventure of his Modern counterpart and rescue Espio from the clutches of darkness.

Navigating through the maze of Spagonia's streets, Classic Sonic deftly dodged and outmanoeuvred the mechanical minions of Dr. Robotnik. Sparks flew as he dashed past swarms of Egg Pawns and Cluckers, their clumsy attempts to intercept him proving futile against his speed. The real challenge, however, came in the form of the Heartless that had infiltrated the area.

Among the Heartless, the Big Body Heartless posed the most difficulty. One of them lumbered into Classic Sonic's path, its enormous, rotund stomach bouncing with each step. Determined to take it down, Classic Sonic attempted his Spin Dash, aiming directly at the Heartless's midsection. However, the rebound from the massive belly sent him bouncing off like a rubber ball, spinning through the air in a comedic display.

With a frustrated grunt, Classic Sonic adjusted his strategy. Observing the Big Body's movements closely, he realised that its vulnerability lay in the exposed back. Swiftly changing tactics, Classic Sonic dashed around the Heartless, his nimble form making quick work of its defences. He targeted the vulnerable area with precise attacks, each hit weakening the Heartless until it finally fell, disintegrating into dark, swirling energy.

Finally reaching the goal post, Classic Sonic surged past it with the familiar rush of triumph. In a flash, he was back in White Space, having completed his task and re-joined his friends back in White Space.


Back in White Space

"Good work with that world, Sonic," Vector remarked as Classic Sonic returned to White Space.

Classic Sonic flashed a big thumbs-up, his silent gesture conveying his gratitude and satisfaction.

"Another world returned to colour and life," Modern Tails added, his eyes shining with a mix of relief and pride.

The fox gestured toward the hub now vibrant with hues and activity, its once-muted tones now restored to their full brilliance.

The group—Classic Sonic, Modern Tails, Vector, and Leon—looked towards the hub. The once lifeless area now buzzed with renewed energy, the colours vivid and the environment brimming with the essence of life. The backdrop of Spagonia, now freed from the void, was a mosaic of vibrant streets and lively market stalls, reminiscent of the bustling world it once was.

Classic Tails' eyes turned toward the statue of the trapped Espio, now beginning to show signs of restoration. The once dull and white statue started to regain its colour, the vibrant hues of Espio's distinctive purple scales slowly coming back to life.

"And it looks like Espio is being freed," Classic Tails observed, his voice filled with hope as he pointed to the statue.

The dull, white statue of Espio began to shimmer and regain its colour. As the final traces of lifeless stone fell away, Espio's vibrant purple scales and sharp, focused eyes came back to life. He blinked rapidly, adjusting to the renewed sensation of his body.

With a swift and powerful leap, Espio soared into the air, performing a series of impressive flips before landing gracefully on his feet. His ninja agility was evident, and his movements were smooth and precise.

"Espio, you're back!" Vector called out, his voice full of relief and enthusiasm as he moved forward to greet his friend, giving him a hearty slap on the back.

"Indeed I am," Espio replied, his voice calm and collected as he surveyed his surroundings.

"All thanks to Sonic," Leon remarked, gesturing toward the smaller hedgehog who stood nearby.

Espio's gaze shifted to the Classic version of Sonic, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. Classic Sonic met his look with a nod and a friendly smile, the unspoken bond between them evident despite the difference in time.

"Well, not the Sonic you thought it was," Leon added with a playful smirk.

Espio's surprise softened into a smile of his own as he approached Classic Sonic.

"Thank you, my friend. Your bravery has not gone unnoticed," Espio said, giving a respectful bow to his saviour.

Classic Sonic's smile widened, appreciating the gesture. Despite the absence of words, his gratitude was clear.

"But beware," Espio continued, his voice and demeanour grew serious," I have seen into the heart of our enemy, and there was nothing but darkness and despair.

"We're making progress, but there's still much to be done," Modern Tails explained. "Every friend we save and every world we restore brings us closer to defeating Terios and the Organization."

Espio nodded in agreement, his eyes reflecting the resolve and determination that came with being a part of this team.

"Then let's continue our fight," he said. "Every step we take brings us closer to restoring balance and saving our world."

Leon nodded and crossed his arms, his attention shifting to the hub of the Olympus Coliseum, where Yuffie remained trapped in her statue form.

"Now, it's time to save Yuffie," Leon said, his voice carrying a note of determination.

"Sonic can do it," Classic Tails chimed in, turning his gaze to Classic Sonic with hopeful anticipation. "Right, Sonic?"

Classic Sonic met Classic Tails' eyes with a confident nod, his resolve clear. He then turned to face Leon, his expression steady and determined. With a small gesture, Classic Sonic pointed towards the hub of the Coliseum, signalling his readiness to undertake the task.

"You can do this, Sonic" Leon encouraged, his tone supportive. "It might be tough, but if anyone can bring Yuffie back and restore this place, it's you."

Classic Sonic's eyes sparkled with determination. He gave a thumbs-up to show his readiness, his posture brimming with the familiar enthusiasm that had carried him through countless adventures.

As Classic Sonic approached the portal leading to the Coliseum, he glanced back at his friends, who were watching with a mix of hope and concern. His silent, but strong, demeanor was enough to convey his confidence and commitment to the mission.

With one last nod and a reassuring smile, Classic Sonic stepped through the portal of the hub, ready to face whatever challenges awaited him in the Coliseum.


Olympus Coliseum

Sonic landed lightly on the sandy ground of the Olympus Coliseum courtyard. The scene before him was awe-inspiring and grandiose, bathed in the warm, golden glow of the sun. Towering pillars lined around the edges of the courtyard. The massive golden doors at the end of the courtyard were adorned with ornate designs and shimmering plaques, each telling tales of past champions and legendary feats.

The sandy arena stretched out before him, seemingly endless and perfect for the combat trials that were so integral to this place. Classic Sonic scanned the area, looking for a speedway or road, but found none. The vast expanse of sand was devoid of the familiar tracks he was used to. He shrugged, puzzled by the absence of his usual terrain.

Just then, a voice echoed from nowhere, startling Sonic from his contemplation.

"Hey, kid, you here for the games?"

Sonic spun around, his eyes scanning the courtyard for the source of the voice. Emerging from the shadows of a grand pillar was a stout, stocky figure who walked with a swagger that exuded confidence and authority. The figure was about the same height as Sonic, but it had the body of a man and the legs and horns of a goat.

As he moved, Sonic noticed the figure's sharp eyes and the gruff, no-nonsense expression on his face, as if he had seen countless warriors come and go.

The figure's walk was casual yet purposeful, each step deliberate, as if he owned the ground he walked on. Despite his small stature, he carried himself with the demeanor of someone who had trained heroes and knew what it took to be one.

As he drew near, the figure placed his hands on his hips and looked Sonic up and down, his expression critical but not unfriendly. His sharp eyes seemed to assess every detail, taking in Sonic's appearance with a discerning gaze.

"Yo, Blue, you deaf or what?" the figure asked, his tone gruff but laced with a hint of amusement.

Classic Sonic quickly shook his head, his quills bouncing slightly with the motion. His response was quick and clear—no, he wasn't deaf.

The figure narrowed his eyes, studying Sonic for a moment longer, stroking his goatee in thought.

"Hmmm… mute then?" he speculated, raising an eyebrow.

Sonic's expression shifted, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as if to say, "Yeah, sure, we'll go with that."

The figure sighed, his shoulders relaxing as he realised the situation.

"Okay then," he muttered, as if accepting the answer. "So, you here for the games or what?"

Sonic's confusion was evident as he tilted his head slightly, not quite understanding what the figure meant.

The figure let out a deeper sigh, shaking his head as if he'd seen this a hundred times before.

"You're new around here, ain't you, Blue?" the figure asked, his tone a mix of exasperation and amusement.

Sonic gave a small nod, still trying to piece together exactly what this place was. The figure's demeanor softened slightly as he realised the blue hedgehog might not be entirely familiar with the world of the Coliseum.

"Alright, listen up," the figure continued, crossing his arms over his chest. His voice was gruff and no-nonsense, the kind that demanded attention. "This here is the world famous Olympus Coliseum, where heroes come to prove their worth. But sadly for you, the games are full. No room for new contenders."

Classic Sonic listened intently, his expression serious, though he couldn't help but feel a bit deflated. He wasn't here for glory or trophies, but he knew this place had something to do with his mission.

"But," the figure added, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "I might have some half-pints who need some training. Fancy helping me out?"

Classic Sonic paused, folding his arms in thought. Was this what he needed to do to save this place and rescue Yuffie? He wasn't sure, but it seemed like a step in the right direction.

"Yo, Earth to Blue!" the figure barked, snapping Sonic out of his contemplation. "You wanna help or not?"

Sonic unfolded his arms and gave a firm nod, his mind made up. Sure, he'd help out if it meant getting closer to his goal.

"Great," the figure grunted, turning on his hoofed feet and gesturing for Sonic to follow. "Follow me, then. And try to keep up."

As he started walking away, he tossed a casual introduction over his shoulder.

"Oh, by the way, name's Phil." He smirked as he added, "I'd ask for yours, but well, you know."

Classic Sonic rolled his eyes with a playful smile, recognising the joke for what it was. Without missing a beat, he followed Phil, his pace quick and determined. The path ahead might be uncertain, but he was ready to face whatever challenges the Coliseum had in store.


Sonic followed Phil into the vast, empty arena of the Olympus Coliseum. Despite the absence of an audience, there was an undeniable energy in the air, a kind of electric charge that made the fur on Sonic's quills stand on end.

It was a sight to behold, and Classic Sonic couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and respect for this legendary battleground. He wondered if his older counterpart had ever experienced something like this. If he had, Sonic was sure he would have loved it here.

Phil, still swaggering ahead, led Sonic to the centre of the arena.

"Alright, Blue, listen up," Phil began, turning to face Sonic with a stern expression that showed he meant business. "This place is where legends are made. Heroes from all over come here to test their mettle and see if they've got what it takes to make it in the big leagues. You might be small, but I can tell you've got spirit—so let's see what you can do, and who knows, maybe you could have a shot at the next games?"

Phil's eyes narrowed slightly as he assessed Sonic further, his tone gruff but not unkind.

"This ain't just about speed, kid. It's about heart, guts, and the will to keep going when things get tough. You've got a lot to prove, but something tells me you're up for it."

With a determined nod, Classic Sonic silently conveyed his readiness to Phil. He was ready to take on whatever challenge lay ahead.

Just then, two figures emerged from one of the entrances to the arena. The first was a young teen with curly red hair, wearing a simple white toga and sandals that kicked up sand with each step. Though he was skinny and not yet the towering figure of strength he would become, there was a spark of determination in his eyes.

Beside him walked a boy with spiky blonde hair, clad in an outfit that was part armor, part casual wear—distinctive and functional. He wore a high-collared shirt, loose pants, and armored boots, with a curious symbol displayed on his chest. His bright blue eyes and confident stride indicated that he was no stranger to challenges, and there was an air of calm assurance about him.

"Hey, Phil," the teen in the toga called out, his voice curious as he noticed the blue hedgehog. "Who's this?"

"This is Blue," Phil replied, gesturing to Sonic. "I don't know his real name, as he's not one for talking."

Classic Sonic rolled his eyes and shook his head at the comment, a silent expression of his mild annoyance with the nickname.

"Well, I'm Hercules," the teen introduced himself with a friendly smile, then turned slightly to gesture to the blonde-haired boy next to him. "And this is Ventus, or Ven for short."

"Hi, it's nice to meet you," Ventus said, his tone warm and welcoming as he gave Sonic a small wave.

As the name "Ventus" reached Sonic's ears, memories from White Space flashed through his mind. He recalled Silver mentioning the name, identifying Ventus as one of the three targets he was trying to take out. Sonic's curiosity piqued, and he tilted his head slightly, examining Ventus with more interest.

The intensity of Sonic's gaze made Ventus shift uncomfortably.

"Uh, is something wrong?" Ventus asked, his brow furrowing in confusion at the little blue hedgehog's behaviour.

Sonic quickly shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts. He realised that this Ventus didn't seem anything like the threat Silver had described. Instead, Ventus had a kind and open demeanor, nothing like the darkness Silver feared. Sonic gave a reassuring smile and a quick thumbs-up, hoping to ease any tension he might have caused.

Ventus relaxed a bit, returning the smile.

"Glad to see we're all on the same side," he said, his friendly nature shining through.

Hercules, still trying to figure out what was going on, looked between Sonic and Phil, sensing there was more to this blue newcomer than met the eye. But before he could ask any more questions, Phil clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.

"Alright, enough chit-chat!" Phil barked, his usual gruffness back in full force. "You've got training to do, and the only way to get better is to get moving!"

"Right," Ventus said, nodding to Phil. "So, if Herc and I aren't in the games, what have you got for us?"

"Here's the deal, boys. Blue here," Phil gestured to Sonic, "is going to help you practice. He's happy to lend a hand."

Sonic nodded in agreement, his eyes sharp and ready.

Phil continued, "Now listen up—if you two can show me some serious skills and give Blue a good challenge, maybe, just maybe, I can squeeze you two into the games."

"Really, Phil? You mean it?" Hercules replied. his eyes widened with excitement.

Phil sighed, waving a hand dismissively, but there was a hint of a grin on his face.

"Yeah, yeah, but don't get too excited yet," Phil said sternly. "You've got to prove to me you're ready, Herc. You've got the potential, but potential doesn't mean squat if you can't back it up with action."

Hercules nodded enthusiastically, determination flashing in his eyes.

"We'll prove it to you, Phil!" Hercules replied enthusiastically, eager to impress his trainer.

"So, are we facing this guy one-on-one?" Ventus asked, looking to Sonic.

Phil shook his head, a sly grin creeping onto his face.

"I was thinking that, but you know what? I can tell Blue here has been through the ringer. He's tougher than he looks. So why don't we up the ante?" he suggested.

Ventus raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Up the ante? How do you mean?" he asked.

"I'm talking two-on-one. You two work together to take on Blue," Phil affirmed. "If you can hold your own and give him a run for his money, then you're ready for the games."

Sonic blinked in surprise but quickly recovered, a competitive smirk forming on his face. He was up for the challenge, and he knew this was an opportunity to see what Ventus and Hercules were capable of. He gave a thumbs-up to signal his readiness.

Ventus glanced at Hercules, who nodded back with a determined expression.

"Alright, sounds fair. Let's do this, Herc!" Ventus said eagerly.

"Yeah, let's show Phil what we've got!" Hercules replied, his youthful excitement was bubbling over.

Phil stepped back, giving them room.

"That's the spirit! Now, let's see some action!" he declared.

With the stakes set, Ventus and Hercules squared off against Sonic, the air in the arena thick with anticipation. This wasn't just about getting into the games—it was a test of their teamwork, their skill, and their ability to rise to the challenge. And with Classic Sonic standing ready, the two young heroes knew they were in for a real test.


Unnoticed high above, standing over the Coliseum on top of one of the grandstands, Terios stood with his arms crossed, his red eye glowing ominously as he looked down at the group below. His gaze was fixed on the scene unfolding in the arena, but his mind was elsewhere, calculating, planning, and filled with a growing desperation.

He muttered to himself, his voice low and filled with a twisted resolve.

"Pulling past events that aren't linked to Sonic's history… it's dangerous, risky even. But I have no choice. Desperation demands it. If the older Sonic thinks facing Silver is a nightmare, just wait until he sees what's in store for the smaller one."

Terios's eye narrowed as he watched Classic Sonic, his thoughts dark and foreboding.

"No one will stop me from protecting Naminé. She'll be safe… once Sonic is gone, once they're all gone. And then, maybe… just maybe, we can find safety elsewhere. Away from the Doctor… away from the Organization. We could even… return home."

With a final glance at the arena, Terios allowed himself to slip into the shadows. A dark corridor formed behind him, swirling with inky blackness, and he stepped through it without hesitation, disappearing from sight.

As the dark portal closed behind him, the sense of his presence lingered in the air, casting an unseen shadow over the Coliseum. Down below, the unaware group continued their preparations, oblivious to the dark force that had been watching them, plotting their downfall.


Meanwhile, in the Organization's meeting room...

The dimly lit white room, with its towering walls and cold, empty space, was as foreboding as ever. Axel leaned against the wall, his trademark smirk slightly subdued as he watched Naminé, who stood in the centre of the room, her expression conflicted and full of doubt.

"You're all that he's got left," Axel said, his voice uncharacteristically serious. "So then, if you don't stop this, no one will."

"But I... It's too late," Naminé murmured, her voice trembling.

Axel pushed off the wall and took a step closer, his tone softening slightly.

"You shouldn't give up just yet." He paused, waiting for her to meet his gaze. "Say, Naminé. Have you noticed? Marluxia, Terios, The Doctor... they don't seem to be around."

Naminé looked up, confusion and a glimmer of hope flashing in her blue eyes.

"What are you... saying?" she asked.

Axel gave a small, knowing smile as he replied.

"Just that there's no one here who would want to get in your way."

For a moment, Naminé's breath caught in her throat. Axel was right. The usual oppressive presence of the Organization members was absent, and the realisation struck her like a bolt of lightning. She had an opportunity—a slim one, but an opportunity nonetheless.

Without another word, Naminé turned and ran out of the room, her heart pounding with a fierce mix of fear and determination. She knew what she had to do, and though the path ahead was fraught with peril, this was her chance—perhaps the only one she'd ever get—to help Sonic stop Terios and, on the side, save Sora. The weight of her decisions, the manipulations by the Organization, and the consequences of her actions had pushed her to the brink. But now, in this fleeting moment of opportunity, she was free. Free to make things right, to help Sora and Sonic in their separate yet intertwined journeys, and to atone for the damage she had been forced to cause.

Axel watched her go, his smirk returning as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Just make it count," he murmured to himself. "Now THIS should be interesting. Try and make it enjoyable, Sora... Sonic. It's the least you two can do for me, you know."