Let the Games Begin

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Rain. The clear blue skies had darkened that day. The clouds weep onto the cemetery at Scala ad Caelum. Xehanort laid an arrangement of flowers at four gravestones of the Keyblade Wielders that were training beside him under the same Master. Each at one point, were his friends. He knelt down, closing his heavy eyes, the rain-filled his tears. Another of the sole surviving students, Eraqus approached him, "You're leaving?"

"Yeah," Xehanort nodded as he felt like that was all he could say.

Eraqus walked up to him before standing beside him, "We had some good times, huh?"

Xehanort sighed, still grieving, "Yeah."

"You don't have to leave." The teenage boy clothed in white told him. Xehanort said nothing in response as his friend tried to tell him, "What happened wasn't your fault."

"I just want to see more of what's out there before the Mark of Mastery exam," The young man in black clothes admitted still feeling guilty all the same.

"That's not for a while," Eraqus pointed out, "Besides, you've already seen what's out there."

"Not everything," Xehanort admitted,

Eraqus raised an eyebrow, "What are you looking for?"

Xehanort said nothing before standing on his feet and turned to walk away. Eraqus's sadness turns to frustration, "Fine, but you better come back. We've got a score to settle. I'm at 117 wins, 312 losses, and 8 draws.

Xehanort suddenly came to stop before correcting him, "You mean 107 wins, 323 losses, and 7 draws."

"Whatever," Earqus shrugged, "Close enough."

Xehanort turned back to him, "Do you seriously mean that?"

Despite the recent losses, Earqus smirked, "Knew I'd get you to turn around. See you soon, buddy."

Xehanort returned the smile, to his long-time best friend, who's been like a brother to him from the very beginning, "See you."

He turned to leave the cemetery and Eraqus's face fills with grief again. As the two Keyblade Wielders went their separate ways, Xehanort spotted the figure in the brown cloak from the Islands, there to visit him yet again...

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Back in the present, the Scarlet Witch fell to her knees on the new world, breathing heavily after exerting that much power and witnessing the visions of Xehanort. Why did she keep getting these visions, was it because he was using them just as much as she has?

Sora walked up to her with concern, "Are you okay, Miss Wanda?"

Wanda turned to Sora and gave him a reassuring smile, "I'll be alright. Teleporting to another world is a first for me."

Spider-Man then offered her his hand, turning to him she gladly took it as he pulled her up. Once, she was on her feet, she smiled in gratitude, "Thank you." She then took a good look at their surroundings before wondering, "Um... you sure, we didn't go back in time?"

Olympus Coliseum

"Pretty sure," Spider-Man answered before admitting, "Though it's a little strange this world feels like we're in Ancient Greece."

"Any idea which movie this could be based on?" Wanda asked as Spider-Man turned to her as she pointed out, "You're the movie expert. I have never really seen these kinds of movies. I always been more into old sitcoms."

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