The Past - The Dark City

The rain pelted down in relentless sheets, turning the streets of the Dark City into rivers of shimmering black. Neon lights from distant towers flickered in the downpour, casting jagged shadows across the rain-slicked pavement. Amid the storm, two figures clashed, their powers crackling through the air, cutting through the darkness.

Shadow lunged forward, his wings unfurled, dark and jagged, like shards of night against the rain-soaked sky. In an instant, he launched a barrage of glowing, red-tinted spears—Doom Spears—that arced through the air, each one trailing streams of energy as they targeted Riku with deadly precision.

Riku moved with fluid grace, his black coat swirling as he dodged the incoming attacks, his Oblivion Keyblade spinning in his hand. With a swift motion, he deflected the spears with a sweep of his blade, each impact resonating with a crackle of energy. He retaliated with a burst of Dark Firaga, the violet flames surging toward Shadow, searing through the rain.

Shadow warped behind Riku before the flames could reach him, reappearing with a flash of dark energy. His foot struck Riku's side, sending him skidding across the wet pavement. In a split second, Shadow followed up with Doom Blast, unleashing a flurry of punches that drove Riku back before launching him into the air with a powerful kick.

But Riku was ready. Mid-air, he twisted, catching himself with a burst of dark energy, and countered with a downward strike of his Keyblade, the force of the blow sending a shockwave through the rain. Shadow caught the attack on his arm, but the impact drove him into the ground, cracking the pavement beneath him. He snarled, summoning his dark power, ready to counterstrike.

"You think you can keep me from doing what I have to, Riku?" Shadow growled, his voice barely audible over the storm.

"You're a loose cannon, Shadow," Riku shot back, his grip tightening on Oblivion. "You can't do this alone."

Shadow's eyes blazed with fury, and he surged upward, ready to clash again. But before either could move, a sudden pressure enveloped them both, halting their movements mid-air.

"Enough!"

A green aura engulfed the two warriors, freezing their limbs in place, slightly lifting them off the ground. The rain slowed to a mist around them as Silver descended from above, his body glowing with the same green light, his eyes focused with steely determination. He released his hold, and the glow dissipated, dropping Shadow and Riku back onto the wet pavement.

"Silver," Shadow spat, his wings retracting, dripping with rainwater. "Always the sheep. You should be focused on returning to the future, not playing errand boy."

Silver's expression remained calm, though his voice carried a warning edge.

"This isn't about taking sides, Shadow," he countered. "We all have a role to play. You want your chance to fulfill that promise? Then let us do our part first."

Shadow's eyes narrowed, but he fell silent, considering Silver's words. The storm roared around them, but there was a momentary calm between the three of them.

Riku took a step forward, his tone steady.

"We have a plan. Let us handle Roxas," Riku revealed.

Shadow scoffed, the tension in his posture not quite gone.

"I have my own job to do. I don't answer to DiZ or you, Riku." He glanced at Silver, his impatience barely contained. "Just make it quick. I don't have long. We don't have long."

Silver nodded, sensing the urgency beneath Shadow's harsh words.

"Trust us, Shadow. This will work. And then you can do what you need to do," he replied.

With a final huff, Shadow turned, melding into the darkness, his form disappearing into the darkness.

"Just don't mess it up," he said bluntly, vanishing into the shadows.

"Thanks for stepping in," Riku said thoughtfully, turning to Silver.

Silver offered a small, reassuring smile, floating slightly above the ground once again.

"No problem. But we've got to move fast. I saw Roxas nearby. This is our chance," Silver revealed.

Riku nodded, the rain starting to ease as he adjusted his grip on his Keyblade.

"Let's go," Riku declared.

The Fifth Day - Part 3

The Present - Market Street

The group returned to the bustling heart of Twilight Town, feeling underwhelmed and deflated by the day's events. The sun had nearly dipped below the horizon, leaving the town bathed in the last, golden light of dusk, the sky a blend of pinks and purples. The warm glow faded slowly, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets as the late evening began to settle in.

"Let's just go home," Hayner muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets. "We can work on the paper tonight."

"The rumors were bogus,. The end." Pence added with a resigned sigh.

Olette tried to lift their spirits, offering a small smile as she chimed in.

"We can still make it sound good if we write about all the work we did. You know, make it sound like a real adventure."

Roxas, however, wasn't listening. He'd stopped in his tracks, staring off into the distance as if he could see something they couldn't. His friends turned, noticing the change in his demeanor.

"Roxas?" Pence asked, concern creeping into his voice.

Roxas turned back to face them, a hint of determination in his eyes.

"What about the last one... the seventh wonder?" he asked.

Hayner rolled his eyes, clearly not in the mood.

"Who cares? It's just going to be another hoax like the rest of them," he moaned.

Roxas's expression hardened slightly, his voice carrying a seriousness that surprised his friends.

"Well, I care," he countered. "Pence, Olette, do you want to check it out with me?"

Pence hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Roxas... it's been a long day. I'm not sure..."

"Whatever," Hayner interrupted, his frustration bubbling over. He waved them off, turning to head down the path home. "I'm going to write today's 'findings' up. Catch you later."

Roxas watched him go, feeling a pang of disappointment, but he didn't let it deter him. He turned back to Pence and Olette, determination still etched on his face.

"Come on, let's just take a look. It won't take long," Roxas persuaded.

Olette gave him an understanding look, though she couldn't hide her exhaustion.

"Roxas, it's getting late. Maybe we should wait until tomorrow?" she suggested.

"Yeah," Pence agreed, glancing up at the sky as it darkened further. "We can go first thing in the morning."

Roxas exhaled sharply, shaking his head.

"Fine, then I'll go on my own," he bleated.

"Do you even know where it is?" Pence asked, raising an eyebrow as Roxas began to walk away.

Roxas paused, scratching his head sheepishly.

"Uh... no, actually..." he admitted.

Olette stifled a laugh, the first real smile she'd had in a while. Despite everything, she admired Roxas's stubborn determination.

"Oh, Roxas..." she remarked.

Pence couldn't help but chuckle too, even as he shook his head.

"The seventh wonder is at the old haunted mansion," he disclosed.

"Right, thanks," Roxas replied, offering them a small, grateful nod before turning back down the street.

They watched him go, his footsteps carrying a quiet sense of purpose that neither of them could quite place. He'd been off all day, distracted and distant, but now it was like he had found a thread to follow, something pulling him forward. Olette glanced at Pence, a trace of concern in her eyes.

"He's really serious about this, isn't he?" she murmured.

Pence nodded, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Yeah... something's definitely up with him today," he replied. "But if he thinks it's important, maybe he'll find what he's looking for."

The Girl in the Window

Roxas arrived at the iron gates of the Old Mansion, a chill creeping through the air as twilight gave way to night. The shadows stretched long and dark across the overgrown path, and the woods behind him whispered with the rustling of leaves. The mansion itself loomed beyond the gates, its windows empty, like hollow eyes watching him. The setting sun had slipped below the horizon, leaving only a dim, fading light that made the scene feel even more eerie.

He stepped closer to the locked gates, peering through the bars at the dilapidated structure, when suddenly, a voice broke through the stillness behind him.

"You got here ok I see…"

Roxas nearly jumped out of his skin, whipping around to find Pence standing just a few feet away, hands in his pockets, looking a bit sheepish.

"Pence! Don't sneak up on me like that!" Roxas exclaimed, his pulse still racing.

Pence managed a small grin and moved to stand beside Roxas, his gaze shifting up to the mansion.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," he admitted. "You know, we were gonna check the mansion out tomorrow. It is the most suspicious place in town."

Roxas turned back to the gates, his earlier resolve returning.

"Right... it does seem like the place where all the weird stuff might be coming from."

Pence nodded, his expression growing more serious.

"Even Seifer's gang was gonna pitch in," he remarked.

"Seifer? Really?" Roxas questioned in suprise

"Yeah, Hayner asked him to. Figured we might need all the help we could get," Pence explained. "Oh, and Ratchet and Clank said they'd lend a hand too before they set off on their next adventure."

"That's... great. The more, the merrier, I guess," Roxas exclaimed with a smile.

Pence shrugged, adding with a smirk, "Just don't expect Qwark to help out. He's too busy 'training' for the next Struggle Tournament, or what I like to call, 'sulking'."

Roxas chuckled softly, but his focus quickly shifted back to the mansion, his curiosity piqued.

"So, what exactly are we supposed to be looking for here?" Roxas asked.

"Well, they say there's a girl who appears at the second-floor window, even though no one's lived here for years," Pence explained.

Roxas turned back toward the mansion, his gaze drifting up to the darkened windows on the second floor. Roxas squinted, trying to make out anything, but the building remained still and silent, a relic of a forgotten time.

Then, without warning, the world around him seemed to shift. The woods and the old mansion faded into a blinding white light, swallowing everything in its path. The chill of the night was replaced by an all-encompassing warmth, and Roxas felt a strange pull, as if he were being drawn into the light itself.

Roxas opened his eyes to find himself in a pristine white room, the silence so deep it seemed to hum in his ears. The room stretched endlessly, its starkness broken only by a long table at its center. Yet, what caught his attention most were the walls—covered with colourful, hand-drawn pictures. The drawings breathed life into the otherwise sterile space, their vibrant hues creating a strange sense of warmth amidst the white.

Roxas wandered through the room, studying each picture. His gaze fell on one showing a girl, Kairi—her familiar face tugging at something deep inside him. She held a star-shaped fruit, the yellow colour contrasting with the blue of the ocean sketched behind her. Next to it, another drawing showed Sonic, dashing through a sanctuary high above the clouds, the architecture ancient and crumbling beneath his speed.

He moved further down the wall, his eyes catching on an image of Sonic racing through a town filled with winding alleys and lantern-lit streets. Then, a darker, more intense drawing caught his eye—Sonic, mid-battle with a towering, water-like beast in a ruined city swallowed by waves. The image sent a shiver down his spine.

And then, Roxas's gaze locked on a picture of an indigo hedgehog, his eye gleaming red as he wielded a sword, darkness swirling around him. The figure's stance was fierce, filled with pain and anger.

Roxas reached out, brushing his fingers over the drawing, when a voice behind him made him jump.

"Roxas…"

He spun around, startled, to find Naminé standing there. Her expression was soft, though her eyes held a deep sadness.

"Naminé?"

Naminé nodded slowly. She stepped closer, her gaze drifting to the drawings surrounding them.

Roxas's eyes followed hers to another drawing on the wall—a picture of him standing alongside Axel, both in black coats.

"This is... me? And Axel's here too."

Naminé's voice was gentle, almost wistful.

"You are best friends, after all…" she said.

Roxas's mouth twitched into a half-smile, but his confusion lingered.

"Very funny..." he teased.

Naminé's expression grew serious as she replied back.

"Don't you want to know the truth about who you really are?"

"No one knows me better than me," Roxas declared.

"Of course…" Naminé replied softly, but there was a sadness in her tone that made Roxas pause. "But... I know it hasn't been easy. The dreams, the strange things happening lately…"

Roxas's gaze drifted to another picture on the wall. One that seemed to connect to him.

"Yeah, I've been seeing those three in my dreams too. Sora, Donald, and Goofy... It's like I know them, but I don't," Roxas admitted.

Naminé nodded, her expression growing more focused as she gestured toward another drawing—Sonic, blazing through the wind, his form a blur of blue.

"And this hedgehog... you know him as well, don't you?" she mused.

Roxas's mind flashed with memories—visions of a blue streak dashing through worlds, the sound of a voice urging him to find his way.

"That's Sonic. He's been in my dreams too," he confirmed. "I heard his voice at the station earlier too."

Naminé walked with him along the wall until they reached the drawing of the indigo hedgehog with the sword. Roxas studied it for a moment, furrowing his brow.

"Who's that?" he asked in confusion.

Naminé hesitated before answering, her voice careful.

"About a year ago, some things happened," she began.

"Things?" Roxas questioned.

The girl nodded as she continued, "I had to take apart the memories chained together in Sora's heart. But I was also forced to implant false memories into... the indigo hedgehog's mind—his name is Terios."

Roxas blinked, feeling a strange shiver of recognition at the name.

"Terios?"

Naminé's gaze grew distant, as if remembering something painful.

"Yes. He was... used, manipulated. He almost destroyed everything Sonic held dear. He twisted time and space—powers he gained through experiments he never asked for."

"Wow, really?" Roxas replied, his eyes widening.

Naminé nodded as she continued once more, "Yes. But now... I'm trying to put everything back to the way it was. It's taken some time. Terios... he's still healing. But soon, Sora will be whole again, and you... well, you've been affected too."

Roxas's mind whirled as he processed her words.

"You mean... all these dreams I've been having?" he mused.

Naminé's eyes softened as she met his gaze.

"Yes... You and Sora are connected. And for him to become complete again, he needs you," She revealed.

Roxas glanced at a picture of Sora standing beside him, their faces mirroring each other.

"Me? What does he need me for?" he asked.

"You hold half of what he is, Roxas," Naminé said gently. "He needs you to become whole again."

Roxas's head spun with the implications. He felt like his entire world was shifting beneath him. He stared at Naminé, desperation creeping into his voice.

"Naminé... who are you?" Roxas challenged.

"I'm a witch with power over Sora's memories... and those around him," Naminé disclosed.

"A witch?" Roxas replied in confusion.

"That's what DiZ called me," Naminé affirmed. "But I don't know why I have this power... or if I'm even using it the right way."

Roxas sighed, looking back at the drawing of himself and Axel.

"I can't help you there," he retorted. "But... it's weird. I feel like I don't know myself anymore. I guess... I'd like to understand what's going on. What do you know about me that I don't?"

Naminé's expression turned pained, her words catching in her throat.

"You... you were never supposed to exist, Roxas," she revealed cryptically.

"What...? How could you say something like that... even if it's true?" Roxas accused, his tone becoming serious.

Naminé's voice trembled as she looked away, her face full of regret.

"I'm sorry. Some things... are better left unsaid," she admitted.

Before Roxas could respond, the room began to fade, the white walls dissolving into a blur. He heard a distant voice calling his name—pulling him back.

Roxas blinked, finding himself back outside the iron gates of the mansion. The cool night air prickled against his skin, making him shiver as if he'd just awoken from a dream. The moon had risen, casting a silvery glow over the old building, and its light reflected off the iron bars of the gate, adding to the eerie atmosphere. Pence stood beside him, his hand on Roxas's shoulder, shaking him gently.

"Roxas! Are you okay? You were just... staring off into space," Pence said, concern lacing his voice.

Roxas blinked again, his thoughts still spinning from whatever he had seen or imagined.

"Huh?" he muttered.

Pence glanced up at the mansion, then back to Roxas, his expression curious.

"Did you see her?" he asked.

Roxas's mind was still foggy, the memory of the white room and Naminé's voice echoing in his head. He pointed up to the second-floor window, his voice low and uncertain.

"Yeah. Watch the window... closely," he explained.

Pence squinted up at the window, where a curtain billowed softly in the moonlight. Naminé was gone, replaced by the gentle flutter of old fabric caught in a breeze.

"Oh, lame," Pence sighed, sounding deflated. "That's just the curtains moving. There must be a draft somewhere. I'm surprised this old place even has curtains left after all these years."

Roxas lingered a moment longer, his gaze locked on the window as if hoping to catch one last glimpse of the mysterious girl. But the window remained empty, the mansion as quiet as ever.

"...Yeah," Roxas murmured, trying to hide his disappointment.

Pence clapped him on the back, offering a small smile.

"Come on, let's head back. We can add this to the report later," he exclaimed.

With a last glance at the mansion, Roxas followed Pence away from the iron gates, their footsteps echoing softly along the empty path.

By the time they returned to Market Street, the night had fully settled over Twilight Town, the air cool and tinged with the distant hum of cicadas. The moonlight bathed the cobblestone streets in a pale glow, casting long shadows that made the town feel even quieter. Olette stood waiting for them, holding a notebook in her hands, while Hayner, who had returned in their absence, leaned against a lamppost.

Olette perked up as they approached.

"Hey guys, how'd it go?" she asked.

Pence shrugged, offering a wry grin.

"The girl in the window turned out to be a curtain flapping in the wind. Nothing spooky there," he revealed.

Olette smirked, shaking her head.

"I figured as much. But good news, the report is already done!" she exclaimed.

Hayner grinned, puffing up a little with pride.

"Thanks to my writing, I managed to finish it in record time," he said. "You're welcome, by the way."

"All right! One less thing to worry about!" Pence remarked, pumping a fist into the air.

Olette looked up at the sky, her expression softening as she gazed at the full moon overhead.

"You know... we only have two more days together," she said softly, but her tone was cryptic.

Roxas blinked, the words catching him off guard.

"Huh?" he remarked.

Olette turned to him, offering a small, wistful smile.

"Summer vacation, remember?" she confirmed.

"Oh... right," Roxas replied.

Hayner, sensing the shift in mood, jumped in with a more upbeat tone.

"Tomorrow, we search the town, find out if there's any more weird stuff happening," he declared.

Pence nodded, adding excitedly, "And then the day after that's the fair!"

"The last day of summer…" Olette noted, her eyes still on the moonlit sky.

Hayner threw up his hands dramatically.

"Don't say that! You'll give me an ulcer!" he moaned.

Olette and Pence laughed, and even Hayner managed a chuckle at his own theatrics. Roxas tried to join in, but a strange feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. Something in the air seemed to whisper of change—of endings and new beginnings. He couldn't shake the sense that everything was coming to a close, that a chapter of his life was winding down. And somewhere, deep inside, he felt a pull—toward something he couldn't yet name, but knew he couldn't ignore.

Meanwhile...

In a dimly lit room, shadows stretched across the old stone walls, the man in red bandages sat in a large, weathered wooden chair, his lone eye fixed on the doorway. A soft creak broke the silence as a cloaked figure stepped inside—the familiar form of Ansem.

"So, Ansem? Are the holes in your memory starting to fill in?" the man inquired.

Ansem nodded, his expression veiled beneath the darkness of his hood.

"Yes... the haze is finally lifting," he revealed.

The man allowed a thin, cryptic smile to cross his hidden face.

"It's to be expected. The same thing is happening to everyone who had close ties to Sora. Very soon, to them, he'll be like a good friend who's been away for a year—memories returning, as if he never left."

"Even the hedgehog and his friends?" Ansem queried.

"They had... assistance. During their time in White Space, the power of the Chaos Emeralds triggered some key memories. Those energies, combined with Sora's connection, helped restore certain moments. But time has taken its toll—those memories have become fuzzy again, clouded by Sora's ongoing recovery... and the interference caused by Roxas," the man explained.

Ansem remained silent for a moment, then stepped closer, taking a seat in an opposite chair.

"I've waited long enough, and now I need to know... What is it that you truly want?" Ansem probed.

The man's fingers tapped against the armrest of his chair, his voice turning sharp.

"Revenge," he declared.

Ansem tilted his head slightly, his curiosity deepening.

"Revenge... he repeated.

The man leaned back, his tone becoming more decisive.

"Now, for the finishing touches," he began. "I've placed Data Silver offline—he's no longer required for what comes next."

"And what of Naminé? What will become of her?" Ansem mused.

"She has served her purpose," the man revealed. "Naminé did a splendid job with Sora, shaping his memories. But, it's time for her to fade from the stage. She was never meant to exist, just like Roxas. And that makes her... expendable."

"You would dispose of her that easily?" Ansem remarked in suprise.

"She's a loose thread," the man replied. "And you know as well as I do, loose threads have a way of unraveling everything." He paused, his voice taking on a chilling finality. "Take care of it, Ansem. It's time to cut away what's unnecessary."

Restoration at 97%.

Elsewhere...

Shadow materialised in a quiet, dimly lit hallway, the familiar hum of G.U.N.'s operations buzzing around him. Agents and staff moved with purpose, their conversations mixing into a low murmur that filled the air. He kept his head down, slipping through the crowd with practiced ease. In his hand, he clutched the Lumarian sword. Its sleek blade caught the fluorescent lights, casting brief glints as he moved.

He reached a reinforced door at the end of the hall and pushed it open, stepping into a smaller, more private room. The walls here were lined with tactical maps and G.U.N. insignias. But his focus went immediately to the figure seated at a metal table near the far wall.

The blue-haired woman from Sunset Hill sat there, her posture slightly slumped, as if the weight of the world rested on her shoulders. Her hair was longer than it had been before, falling just past her shoulders. She had swapped out her previous attire for something more grounded—a black top beneath a dark G.U.N.-branded jacket, zipped partially up. The jacket bore a subtle insignia on the sleeve, a nod to the organization providing her sanctuary. She wore fitted jeans and sturdy black boots, with fingerless gloves on her hands—practical, functional, yet still with a hint of her old style.

Shadow walked forward and placed the sword on the table between them, its blade catching the light as he set it down with care.

"This should help you," Shadow said, his voice low and even. "At least you'll have a way to fight and protect yourself."

The woman studied the sword for a long moment, her fingers brushing over the intricate designs along its hilt. There was a trace of something wistful in her eyes as she took in the weapon—almost as if it stirred a memory she couldn't quite reach. She let out a soft breath, lifting her gaze to meet Shadow's.

"It means a lot, Shadow," she said, her voice steady but tinged with frustration. "But it's like taking one step forward and ten steps back. Without access to... what I've lost... it feels like a fight I'm never going to win."

Shadow's expression softened, a rare flicker of empathy crossing his features. He pulled out a chair and sat beside her, folding his arms on the table.

"Yeah," he replied, his voice quieter. "I know what that's like. But it's a start. And you're not alone in this, Aqua."

The blue-haired woman—Aqua—managed a small, grateful smile, though her gaze remained distant.

"I'm lucky to have a friend like you, Shadow. Even if... well, even if it's not enough right now."

Shadow tilted his head slightly, eyeing the jacket she wore, the G.U.N. patch on the sleeve catching his attention. He smirked, a rare, almost playful gleam in his eyes.

"So, G.U.N.'s doing merchandise now?" he said with a surprising teasing tone.

Aqua glanced down at the jacket, then let out a small chuckle.

"Guess so. It's practical, though. And a little more comfortable than what I was used to."

Before their conversation could continue, the door to the room opened and two familiar figures entered. Rouge sauntered in, her usual air of confidence tempered with curiosity as she took in the scene. Right behind her came Omega, his heavy metallic footsteps clanking against the floor.

Rouge raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips as she looked between Aqua and the sword.

"Well, well, looks like the gang's all here. And what's this? A shiny new toy?" she remarked.

Omega's monotone voice cut in, his words as blunt as always.

"ANCIENT WEAPON DETECTED. RELEVANT TO SUBJECT'S ORIGIN. OBSERVATION: IT IS A PRIMITIVE BLADE COMPARED TO MODERN G.U.N. ARSENAL."

Aqua let out a soft laugh, finding a strange comfort in Omega's blunt analysis. She held the sword a bit closer, her fingers tracing the edge of the hilt.

"It may be old, but... it feels like home. It's a part of me, even if I'm not quite whole," she replied.

Shadow leaned back in his chair, arms still folded.

"Take it slow. You'll find your way back. We just need time. We will fix everything," he affirmed.

Aqua's smile faded, and she nodded slowly, the determination in her eyes dimming with the weight of her struggle.

"Time... That's what I keep telling myself," she sighed.

Before the conversation could deepen, a sharp knock came at the door. An agent with a grizzled face and stern expression stepped into the room, his uniform neatly pressed. He carried himself with the air of someone who had seen it all but still had a job to do. Shadow, Rouge and Omega recognised him immediately—Agent Drummond, one of G.U.N.'s senior operatives.

"The Commander wants a word with all of you," Drummond said, his tone formal but urgent. He cast a curious glance at the sword on the table but kept his thoughts to himself. "There's something you need to see. It's important."

Shadow rose from his chair, his expression sharpening with interest. Rouge exchanged a look with Omega, her usual smirk replaced by a more serious expression. Aqua stood as well, now clutching the sword by her side, a new determination flickering in her eyes despite the challenges she faced.

"Guess we're back on duty," Rouge said lightly, though her gaze was fixed on Aqua with a hint of curiosity. "Hope you're ready to roll with us, new girl."

Omega's optic sensors whirred as he processed the situation.

"ADJUSTING MISSION PARAMETERS. PREPARING FOR NEW DIRECTIVES."

Aqua managed a small smile, standing a little taller, the sword resting against her leg. Surrounded by allies, she felt a glimmer of hope, even if it was faint. She had a long way to go before she could reclaim what she'd lost. But for now, she wasn't alone. Whatever it took, she would find a way to become whole again.

Part 3 is done!

The Sixth and Final Day is to come.

Thanks for the support. Also, thank you for being patient with this part of the story. The Fifth Day was a long chapter and needed to be broken up.

We are getting closer to Sora and Sonic entering the story. I look forward to sharing my ideas and writings on the new worlds they will adventure to.

What do you think of Aqua's new look? Also teaming with Team Dark? This should be interesting.

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