Yo. AGoI here. Cojo's giving me the honor of posting the first part.

Anyways, way back when, after GS finished the Spooky Door Saga, Cojo and I decided to write a Super Kimi and Wonder Sama story together. We decided to start on it once I returned from Europe.

Now, after much PMing, planning, and discussion, we have the first story. Yes, there is a second story, a small hint of what that'll be of after the end of this one, in Part Three.

We do have this entire thing finished, so unless Cojo and I are hit by flaming meteorites, won't be to long of a wait!

So, sit back and enjoy the first saga by Cojo and AGoI!

The Adventures of Super Kimi and Wonder Sama Darth Rowen and The Evil Spork!

Chapter 1: Into The Dark

It was quiet.

To quiet.

Of course, it tended to be this late in the night. In fact, it was late enough to be early.

The sun wasn’t out yet, but a figure still trudged through the forest, dressed entirely in black, pausing only now and again to study a bush growing marshmallows, a tree giving out free samples of caramel apples, and shrubbery that grew gummy bears.

The figure studied the shrubbery longest.

Soon, the black clad figure had made it to where he was heading, a large dark fortress in the middle of Foodstuffs Forest. It was the lair of L.A.S.O.O.F.

Approaching the door, a flash of light was seen in the figures hand, and pointed the now very large and strange key towards the lock.

However, he stopped, as in the corner of his eyes, he saw a small flash of blue.

Ducking down and raising his large key up defensively, a yellow bolt of Chaos Energy seared over his head, hitting the wall of the fortress instead.

There was a pause as the two figures stared at each other, the one who had fired the first attack holding his hand up with another attack like his first, providing illumination.

“…Spork…” the figure said, lowering his hand, yet not letting the energy dissipate. “What brings you here?”

The one dressed in black stood back up, hefting his Keyblade over his shoulders, “I need help Rowen. More specifically, your help.”

“And why would the great and mighty Custard-I need my help?” Rowen asked, sarcasm dripping from his words.

The Spork paused, going over his words carefully, which was then Rowen realized that the scientist was injured, and not by his attack. He seemed rough up, and his right sleeve was cut, a little red blood showing.

“Rowen…I’ve studied L.A.S.O.O.F. and the Flan-I. I know most of your techniques, powers, and more. I’ve done more digging, and I need your help for two reasons…” AGoI started, letting go of his Keyblade as it disappeared, a show he didn’t mean to fight, “You…You…have a sister. An older sister, if I gathered right. You stay away from your family. I…I had a younger sister. She fell into the Darkness, much more then you or CHoW has.”

“So?” Rowen wondered, curious, especially of how AGoI knew about his sister, “What does that have to do with me?”

The Spork paused again, then answered once more.

“I come to you for help, for only you can. Your Chaos Control ability. Able to bend space-time, travel nearly anywhere you want to. I…I need to go to the Realm of Darkness. I need to save my sister.”

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Rowen poked at the fire with a stick, as it burned merrily in the forest. He and Spork were each sitting on a different log.

“Okay…Tell me what happened,” Rowen said finally, “Then maybe I’ll decide if I want to help you or not.”

Prof. AGoI nodded, leaning back and looking up towards the sky, gazing towards the stars, “I’ll start with my sister…

“She was a genius, like I am…Or, was. My Custard powers increased my I.Q., but that doesn’t matter. Well, no, she wasn’t. She could make anything, figure out how something worked, analyze it, and have it work perfectly. But, she was hard pressed to come up with an idea. Me, I could imagine thousands of gadgets and gizmos. I was able to create some of them myself, but we tended to work as a team. I’d think it up, and she’d build it, and we’d both test it and work out the kinks. We were close.

“I suppose I was blinded. I did not think she could do wrong. I never figured out her plans for power…I never realized something had changed in her. We were commissioned to build a teleporter, one that was easy to use and safe. We set to it, and…She changed it. She made it capable of punching a hole into the Realm of Darkness. She stepped into it, willingly. My sister became a Heartless and a Nobody. I barely survived the attack of her Heartless…Somehow, I gained her Darkness into my Heart. One of the reasons I’m the Evil Spork now. However, her Nobody is still around…” the Spork sighed, telling his tale.

“And you want to finish it? Destroy her Nobody?” Rowen wondered, eyebrow raised in genuine interest.

“No…I want to bring my sister back. When I destroyed her Heartless, I also gained her Light. I want to give her back her Light, make her whole again,” AGoI answered, “And I need your help to find her…”

Rowen scoffed, shaking his head, “Psh. You want that weakness? Family is nothing, it only brings you down, hinders you from true power.”

“Oh really now?” The Spork wondered, his turn for a raised eyebrow, “And what of your family? I only know you have an elder sister. Perhaps I should hear your story…”

"MY story?" Rowen scoffed, emphasizing the word. "You want to know all the details, Sporky?" He leaned back, his hands now folded across his chest, with his eyes closed.

"Well, I've told you mine, so its only fair you tell me what happened..." AGoI responded, pressing the matter. "Please? I'm intrigued and you have my full attention."

Rowen opened his eyes slowly and stared off into the fire. No one had ever been interested in this before. Not even CHoW had bothered to ask. Perhaps it was because Rowen spoke nothing of hatred to them.

With a silent sigh Rowen began to spin his tale, never once making eye contact, only staring at the flames. "There are seven of us," he began. "My sister Cate and I are the only real relatives, but we became so close during those years that it seems as if we had been real family since the beginning."

With a slight pause Rowen once more revealed his past. "We were taken at young ages. I was taken at 2, the rest of them were either 3 or halfway between 2 and 3 years old; I was the youngest. I do not remember my biological parents, nor am I aware of any surname that I may have, as far as I knew back then Azmural was my mother, and I had 6 other siblings."

"Tell me about them..." AGoI asked for he too started to remember times with his sister.

Normally Rowen might have been enraged at the question, but for some reason he was peaceful as he recounted his childhood memories.

"Cate was always the voice of reason among us. Whenever we got into arguments she would be the one to break us up and makes thing better again. Perhaps it was because she was the eldest one of us, but at times she acted as if a mother would. She had a real talent with a saber...

"My friend Saven was my first best friend. He was the quickest out of us all," The Spork raised his eyebrows at this, for Rowen himself was insanely fast, "in fact he would run circles around us after he finished running and we were finishing. But he was lazy when there wasn’t anything else to do, and he was also a blabbermouth at times.

"Next was Taya..." Rowen shivered at the mere mention of her name. "To everyone else she was an angel. Never did anything wrong, always seem to come on top of things. You ever hear of the legendary Tsunade?" he asked a question finally directed at Spork.

The Spork nodded, "She is supposed to be the best healer and one of the strongest human being alive."

At this Rowen spat on the ground, "Taya would own her in one punch. She had such an unnatural strength. What Azmural and the others did not know was that when they were gone, she would occasionally beat the snot out of us. Especially Mikale, she really hated him.

"Mikale was a leader in a sense but also a coward. He became a close friend later on, for we started off as rivals. You see Spork, Mikale and I were both neck in neck at earning the spot of squad leader. After I won though, he earned a respect for me and we became close friends. I've never fought anyone who was a better warrior with a blade, he’s the bravest man I know.

"Anyways then there was Krist. He is like you in a lot of ways." At this AGoI's full attention had been grabbed.

"Oh?" he inquired.

"Your smart Spork, possibly the second smartest person I know. You see, Krist was a genius. You and him would be able to have wonderful debates that could last days on end. He always came up with plans and battle formations. You would like him, he was though the person I trusted the most."

Then there was a long pause, neither Spork nor Rowen said anything. The fire burned away, and the little embers danced around in the flames. Finally after what seemed a long time, Spork broke the silence. "You only mentioned six..."

At this Rowen grunted and for the first time all night made eyes contact. "I don't want to talk about Shelary." Rowen said, evidently not budging.

"So I don't get it," Spork continued, "They all sound so nice and supportive, what went wrong?"

A smirk found its way on Rowen's face once more. "When we reached a certain age our training together halted. Azmural and our other guardians thought it would be best for the 7 of us to split up, and so we did, each parting our separate ways. Our guardians had a chip installed in each of our brains that would make us forget virtually everything about our past life."

However Rowen once again grew silent. "Azmural felt that I was strong in the Flan, and indeed I was. So I was sent to the temple, abandoned by her. And for all those years I lived on in silent bliss unaware that one betrayal after another would soon plague its way into my life..."

However vague this was, and despite the fact that the Sith Lord had not mentioned one member, the Spork felt he finally had a glimpse into Rowen's life. "So what do you say?" he asked once more.

There was another pause almost as long as the other one. The Spork was about to press the matter again, for surely Rowen had not heard him. But just as he opened his mouth to speak Rowen interrupted him. "I'm in..."

“Good!” The Spork grinned, standing up as the fire finally died out, though the rising run started to provide light for them.

“So then, how does this work?” Rowen wondered, standing up as well.

“Like this…” AGoI answered, his Keyblade appearing in his hands. “Place your hands on my Keyblade, and prepare your Chaos Control. I will use the Keyblade’s power to guide us to the Dark Realm.”

Rowen smirked, placing his hands on the silver-colored metal of the blade, “One more question though…What will we find in the Dark Realm?”

“No one really knows…” AGoI answered, “I guess we’ll find out.”

Rowen frowned and nodded, then focused his powers, blue energy appearing around himself and The Spork.

There was a flash of light, and the two disappeared…

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It was dark, but not to dark. The scattered remains of a heart shaped moon illuminated the streets, added with the artificial illumination of the city.

Rowen and The Spork appeared there in a flash of blue light, both of them collapsing to their knees, breathing deeply. The trip had taken a lot of energy.

There was a flash of green light, one to Rowen, and another to AGoI, and they both felt much better.

“Elixirs,” the scientist explained to Rowen, “Don’t have many though.”

They seemed to be in an alleyway of a black city. It looked as though it had just rained, and their was no one around, almost as though it was completely deserted.

“Strange,” Rowen commented, “Of what I was expecting, it wasn’t this.”

“Neither was I,” The Spork added, idling holding his Keyblade as he gazed up into the dark sky. “Though I wonder…Who made these buildings? Did the Realm of Darkness have civilization once, like the Realm of Light?”

“Not my problem. I agreed to help you get back your sister, nothing else,” Rowen said, crossing his arms over his chest, “Nothing more, nothing less.”

“I know, but think about it! Why is everyone gone? Heartless couldn’t have built this, Nobodies aren’t plentiful enough, and Hollows wouldn’t make buildings like this,” AGoI answered, “And if these things did, why are they abandoned?”

“So what are you suggesting?” the Sith asked, looking more closely at the buildings.

“Maybe…maybe sometime in the past, their was a civilization here. A power strong enough to harness and control the Darkness, living in this Realm, away from the Light. Something powerful enough to control the Darkness like that…It could make someone back in the Realm of Light very powerful…” The Spork said, mostly to himself though, speculating.

This piqued Rowen’s interest. If The Spork was right, this would mean that somewhere here was something that would make Rowen much more powerful. Maybe powerful enough to destroy the Flan-I…

“Come on, let’s go. We need to be careful though,” AGoI advised, then started walking, Rowen right behind him.

While they had been talking, four figures over stood a tall building, looking down upon the Keyblade Wielder and Sith Lord.

“Well, well…The Boss will certainly want to know about this,” a white figure said, dancing about slightly.

“She certainly will,” a humanoid figure in a black dress grinned.

“I say we attack them now and eat their Hearts!” a larger, masked figure behind the two growled, feeling hungry.

“Yah, yah!” a small, black figure by the other’s feet’s agreed, nodding it’s small head happily.
“No. The Boss gave us strict orders. If any full people appear, tell her. And that guy in the white coat fit’s the description of that special person she was waiting for,” the white figure snapped, the black dressed figure nodding in agreement.

“Fine…” the Hollow sighed, “Let’s go then…”

The white Dancer Nobody snapped his fingers, a portal of darkness appearing, and the four stepped through it…

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“OPEN UP! I know the Professor’s been here!” Super Jimi shouted, banging on the door to L.A.S.O.O.F. Headquarters, ready to tear it down.

“What do you mean? Spork hasn’t been here!” CHoW shouted from inside the compound, “Now leave, you’re interrupting my evil plotting!”

It became silent, and suddenly the door burst open, a very angry Jimi floating there, holding up a note, “Oh yah? What’s this then?”

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“So, how do you suppose we find this sister of yours?” Rowen wondered, as he and the Spork wandered throughout The World That Never Was.

The Spork stopped suddenly, then closed his eyes, holding up his hand, his Keyblade appearing in it, then pointed it forwards, concentrating.

Rowen sighed and leaned against a wall, but paused, staring into the shadows, seeing something in there that was slightly darker then the dark around it.

“What is that?” Rowen muttered, having no experience with dealing with Heartless, and stepped forward.

The Shadow Heartless jumped forward, claws slicing the air wildly, blindly launching at Rowen.

It evaporated, Rowen’s dual bladed Flan Saber making short work of it.

“Hey Spork, we got a problem!” Rowen yelled as more Shadow Heartless began to appear around them.

“Heartless!” AGoI yelled, bringing his Keyblade around, slicing through a Heartless who was about to launch at him, “And a lot of them!”

Rowen sliced and diced, sometimes throwing a Chaos Spear or two into the ever thickening mass of Heartless, growling with anger.

The Spork threw several sporks into the midst as well, slicing with his Keyblade. After he threw a few sporks, he produced a button from his sleeves and pressed it, an explosion rocketing from them.

“There’s to many!” AGoI shouted and the began to be forced back.

“No…there’s…not!” Rowen yelled, beginning to glow red, rushing forward and smashing through the Heartless with his bare hands.

“Uh oh…” The Spork muttered, and turned to get out of the blast radius, Rowen floating slightly into the sky, focusing his Chaos powers.

“CHAOS…BLAST!!!” Rowen bellowed, energy exploding from the Ninja Sith, taking out a vast portion of the Heartless, and creating a crater in the dark street.

Unfortunately, more began to take their place, filling up the street with their dark bodies and glowing yellow eyes.

“Rowen, move! We can’t beat these numbers, just the two of us!” AGoI shouted, running back once the explosion was done, grabbing the younger boy by the back of his shirt and pulling him away from the Heartless.

He struggled slightly, but then gave up, and ran along with the Spork.

“This way!” AGoI shouted, starting up a hill, then abruptly stopped, Rowen nearly running into him.

“Why did you stop?” Rowen demanded, then looked upwards, gasping.

In the sky ahead and above them stood a large, floating, white castle. It had several pillars sprouting from it, and the symbol of the Nobodies was prominently displayed on the central pillar.

Connecting it to the sudden end of the street to the bottom opening was a glowing road, evident that the last person to open the front door had neglected to lock it back up.

“Wow…” Rowen and The Spork muttered, temporarily forgetting the Heartless from behind.

“Reflecaga!” AGoI suddenly shouted, the spell covering him and Rowen, the evil Flan-I being close enough to be covered. The Heartless rebounded off the shield of energy, their attacks bouncing back at them and giving them enough room.

“Quickly!” Rowen shouted, grabbing AGoI’s arm and looking ahead, blue energy now forming around him, and began to warp up the ramp in a succession of Chaos Controls, easily reaching the top before the Heartless had even started up.

“Alright now…” AGoI muttered, pointing his Keyblade downwards, a light filling the tip, and it shot down towards the other end of a ramp.

The ramp glowed brightly, then simply disappeared, the Heartless who had been scrambling up falling down into the pit.

Turning their back, they look inwards towards the castle.

Was what they were looking for…in this strange Castle That Never Was?

-End of Chapter One-

I always love to hear characters' background stories. :3

Awesome idea, guys!!! :D I now want to read more.

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BRAVO! BRAVA! And, that word that is reserved only for the most awesome of awesome situations and occassions: ZUBER! :3

Cojo! AGOI! This is great! :3 Not only does it shed some light on the mysterious past of Rowen that has been made all the more mysterious by the RPs, but it also illuminates the backstory of the Professor in greater detail, which is simply awesome! :D

My spidey senses tell me we will eventually meet both sisters, though that could be the lasagna I just ate and not spidey senses at all...

This is flantastic, and I thank you for providing a great read to us all! ^^ After the day I've had, it was really nice to have something like this to read. :3

You two are awesome and I hope to see more soon. ^0^

Your senses just may be right. Just not in the way you might expect >:3

Hmm, we are actually finished with this, so I could *cough* post the next segment, but Im unaware if I'm supposed to or not.

Thank you for the comments GS, and Tazzy!

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I have chapter 3 not 2... So I can't post the next one, sorry.

Actually, you can Cojo, since I just PMed it to you!

Everyone, thanks! Glad you liked it! Now I must go!

Interesting so far, but it needs the next part posted!! :p

The Adventures of Super Kimi and Wonder Sama Darth Rowen and The Evil Spork!

Chapter 2: To Be Loved

“Interesting news,” a black coated figure muttered, as the four figures from earlier kneeled by it. “It seems my brother has enlisted help. He didn’t want to wait.”

“What shall we do about them?” the Dancer Nobody wondered.

“Kill the other, but bring me my brother, fully intact. He has something I need,” the Nobody on the throne answered, “Understood?”

“Understood!” the four said, and disappeared into the darkness…

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“Is this the right place?” Rowen wondered, the two finding nothing in the large castle. It seemed devoid of life, of, well, everything.

“I…I believe so. I can feel a familiar aura somewhere in this castle, but it’s difficult to tell where. Plus, something has to maintain this castle. There’s no dust,” the Spork pointed out.

“Maybe the Dark Realm doesn’t have dust,” Rowen pointed out.

“Unlikely. The Laws of Physics and Natural Laws, for as much as they’re worth with Heartless and the like, are still in effect,” AGoI answered. “So dust would still exist too.”

Rowen just sighed and continued onwards, looking around at the strange architect. He wondered vaguely who built this place.

Suddenly they stopped, coming across two separate doorways. Both were closed and locked, and glowing words were scrawled over them.

“If the Darkness you do seek, take the left, do not be meek. If safety be your prime concern, take the right, right through the door.”

“Well, which way? You have the key,” Rowen wondered, referring to AGoI’s Spork Keyblade, “I don’t know what exactly to be looking out for.”

The Spork sighed and closed his eyes, pulling his Keyblade out and pointing it towards the doors.

A flash of light, and the door to the left creaked open, beckoning them into it.

Looking at each other, they nodded and stepped into it…

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“…BS,” Jimi said, looking at the cards in his hand.

CHoW growled and picked up the pile of cards between them, as he, Jimi, and a couple other L.A.S.O.O.F.ers played a game of BS.

Why was Jimi playing a card game with CHoW and other L.A.S.O.O.F.ers? Because he refused to leave until the Professor returned, and wanting to kill time, Lucky suggested a card game, and here they were.

“Aye, I’ve got two threes,” Lucky said, placing down his cards. No one challenged him, and the game continued.

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“Now where are we?” Rowen wondered, as he and The Spork seemed to be standing in complete darkness, though they could see each other fine.

“Not sure…” AGoI muttered, glancing about, experimentally taking a step forward.

Rowen sighed, and the two simply walked, until a gleam caught the Sith’s eye.

“Come…Darkness…Power…Come…” a voice seemed to whisper, though the Spork took no notice of it, and Rowen bent down, picking up what looked like a simple gold ring on the ground. As Rowen picked it up, he noticed that the ring was more like two rings. There was a ring on top of another, giving the illusion that the ring could spin.

“Odd,” Rowen muttered to himself, then placed the ring in his pocket, not really thinking about what he was doing, then caught back up with the Spork…

“FOOLS!” a voice suddenly bellowed around them, shaking the ground, “Did you really believe mere humans can stand the Darkness?”

“That voice…It sounds familiar!” AGoI shouted, holding up his hand and producing his Keyblade, Rowen reaching for his saber.

“Now, begone! I’ll let your own mind deal with you!” the voice chuckled, and suddenly, both AGoI and Rowen were sucked downwards into even deeper darkness…

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“Where am I…?” The Spork muttered, finding himself in a dirt path, getting up slowly, then gasped.

Keyblades…All around him, Keyblades of every sort and shape, with abilities seen and unheard of.

Suddenly, a bone chilling feeling crept down the Spork’s spine, and he turned, eyes widening at what he saw.

“Don’t look so surprised Professor. I am what you fear after all,” the figure grinned.

Floating behind him was, as it appeared to be, the super powered clone known as Super Jimi. However, his green eyes were now silver, and he seemed to be dressed in an outfit eerily similar to that of the scientists biggest foe from the past…Sephiroth.

“No…It can’t be true! This must be some sort of an illusion!” AGoI shouted, then focused his Custard powers, attempting to break it. Nothing happened.

“It is all in your head Professor,” the Jimiroth smiled, “But it’s not an illusion. If you die here, you die for real. You’ll fall so deep in the darkness, you’ll never get back. I’m your opponent, for this is what you fear. Betrayal and lost. You lost your sister, who betrayed you to the Darkness. You lost Hammah, who betrayed you to the good guys, and you’re afraid of losing the last person you call family, Jimi, as well.”

Ice began forming around this Jimi now, creating spikes at the end of his hands.

“Now, you die, and you’ll end up losing and betraying yourself!” the Jimiroth laughed, flying forward and stabbing at the Professor.

Spork moved, barely dodging the attack, not unleashing a counter attack, the super powered clone then spinning around, forming more ice to slice the scientist.

“Reflect!” the Spork shouted, the energy appearing around him, sending the ice flying back towards Jimi, who stopped it with a wall of fire.

“Come on Professor! Fight me!” Jimi laughed, eyes crackling with electricity, then punched forward, sending a bolt of lightning at AGoI.

It hit, sending the scientist back into the numerous Keyblades sticking out of the ground, his Spork Keyblade having disappeared for now.

“Come on Professor…He’s not the real me! Fight him, show him what you can do!” AGoI heard, getting up slowly.

“Jimi…”

“Professor…I’m sorry if you think I betrayed you. I’m just trying to help you find the right path!”

“Hammah…”

“What, you getting serious now?” the Jimiroth laughed, floating upwards, collecting Psynergy in his hands.

“Yah, I am,” the Professor muttered, holding out both his hands.

His Spork Keyblade appeared in his right, and two Keyblades from the multitude shook, and flew outwards, brought forth by AGoI’s Custard powers.

“These may just be in my head, but if the rule applies, they’ll still hurt,” The Spork grinned, his left hand holding up the Fork Keyblade, the Knife Keyblade floating around his back…

“Three Keyblades?!” Jimiroth muttered, pausing momentarily.

“You lose!” the scientist shouted, “Thundaga, Blizzaga, Firaga!”

Electricity unleashed from the Spork’s Spork Keyblade, hitting Jimiroth, causing the Psynergy to dissipate.

Ice flew upwards from the Fork Keyblade, hitting Jimiroth straight in the chest, doubling over the clone as he began to lose altitude.

Fire then finally came around the Knife Keyblade, which spun forward, directed by AGoI’s Custard powers, burning through the clone and slicing across his entire body.

“GAH!” Jimiroth shouted, hitting the ground, falling to his knees, “Why…you…”

AGoI grinned as he began to glow, “Not just me…I have help…”

He stepped forward, focusing his magic energies.

“…Trinity!”

Light erupted from AGoI, the Fork Keyblade and the Knife Keyblade disappearing as it reached him, barreling forward, dissipating everything in it’s path, destroying the Jimiroth.

The light died down, and The Spork found himself in another place, though back in reality…

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Weightlessness...A feeling that Rowen rarely felt. But once again he found himself lost in a sea of memories. Although in reality, Rowen was standing on the top of a hill overlooking plains below.

"Ugh.." Rowen groaned, brining his hand up to his forehead. "I'm really starting to hate this trip..." he muttered. Looking around, he suddenly noticed that he was alone. But this fact did not phase him much, he was always alone.

"Bah!" Rowen shouted out into the wilderness, the resulting echo sounded like a herd of sheep. "I'll just Chaos Control out of here..."

"I wouldn't do that, Cojo." a mysterious voice said.

Rowen didn't even need to turn around. "Saven..." he said slowly, to his former best friend. "What a pity it is to see you again."

"Funny," Saven replied, "I was going to say the exact same thing." Rowen turned around to see his former best friend. Saven was several inches shorter than him, with dark hair. He had a look of determination on his face.

"What do you want, Saven?" Rowen asked.

"The same thing we all want." Another voice replied, this time female. "For you to come home."

"Hello Sister." Rowen sighed. "Why can't you all leave me alone?"

"We're just doing what our leader instructed us too." Saven said deifnatly.

"Look, you guys are good, but I'm a Sith Lord, as in you'll all get wasted if you mess with me." Rowen sneered.

"I was hoping you would say that!" Saven challenged drawing his weapon, as did Cate. Cate's weapon was a long slender, curved blade. Saven had a spear of Guan looking weapon. With a shrug, Rowen began to unsheathe his weapon.

"Fine." Rowen said, "But the pleasure of killing you two will be all mine."

The Dark Side began to surge through the Sith, and he once more felt in tuned with the world. The blade of grass blowing in the breeze, the leaf being carried in the wind, Taya coming up from beneath him...

The Sith jumped to the side, as Taya punched up from underground, right where he had been standing. Saven jumped high in the air, shooting the end of his spear down at him. A simple side-step was all it took. Rowen grabbed the chain, and pulled Saven down towards his awaiting fist. The teenager crumpled, and fell over on the ground. Without remorse Rowen stepped on top of his fallen body.

"Next?" he questioned with a snarl. He had always been better in a fight right in the middle, where his anger was at a peak. Rowen allowed himself to be filled with rage, at all of the memories he had.

Taya and Cate stopped to look at each other before nodding. Taya reared back and punched the ground, a shockwave emitted that shook the Sith. As it happened, Cate jumped up and her blade met Rowen's Saber. Beginning to swing his blade in a flurry, she started to lose her balance. With victory on hand, Rowen pretended to swing high, but with a wave of his hand, sent his sister flying.

"You won't be beating me up this time," Rowen commented dryly to Taya, throwing his saber at the girl. She ducked underneath it and came up with a punch directed towards Rowen face. However, she punched thin air. With a loud, Crack! Taya crumpled to the ground as well, Rowen having Chaos Controlled behind her and hitting her in the back of the neck.

"WELL DONE ROWEN, said yet another mysterious voice.

"Eh?" Rowen asked, spinning to face the disembodied voice. But as he did so, the three members of his old team faded away into oblivion. What he saw next sent a chill up his spine.

All around Rowen were glowing purple portals. In each one was memory, and they were all talking at once.

" I now pronounce you as Squad leader!"

"Yes I did! Mojo Cojo, with your similar name and evil powers, I am sure you can steal the flan from Mojohanna, the guardian of the temple!"

"... What is thy bidding, my master?"

"CHoW and I will defeat you. Not these wannabe big-shots."

“Yeah. This place is getting all mushy and way too heartwarming.”

"I...I think I might like her..."

"Allright, allright. I now proclaim you…DARTH ROWEN."

All these memories came at him in a rush. Clutching his head, Rowen fell to the ground screaming in pain.

“I gave you the Ultimate Power, don’t waste it!”

“You have betrayed everyone, Rowen; it’s time you make a stand! You must choose! Choose your path . . .CHOOSE YOUR FUTURE!”

"COOJIE!!!"

"Actually right now I'm using it as a distraction while I prepare my attack. And it worked, too-- CHIDORI!"

“I choose to do what CHoW could not! I choose to build LASOOF into an empire, to take over Teh City and most importantly of all, I choose to be the Harbinger of Doom for Super Kimi and Wonder Sama!”

"I WON! HAH! ANOTHER VICTORY FOR ME!"

"Hey Shel... Can we talk for a moment?"

His head was swimming with the voices of so many, and he could no longer contain it, With his last consciousness thought, Rowen passed out, but not without muttering, "Chaos Blast!"

Red Light filled the valley, and then as the Red Light faded, Rowen found himself back in reality, trying desperately to retain control...

Ooooooooooooooh.

This is getting really interesting (and I really like how the Rowen battle went, and the ending of it; quite an interesting idea there).

AGoI here again! Here it is, the last and final part of the Family story! Prepare to be amazed, and at the end, a small hint at the next story Cojo and I are planning. Muhahahaha! Epicness, away!




The Adventures of Super Kimi and Wonder Sama Darth Rowen and The Evil Spork!

Chapter 3: Family of Me

“Ugh…” The Spork muttered, falling to his knees, his Magic drained, seeing Rowen also appear by his side.

“Well, well, well…They proved tougher then I thought,” a voice eerily familiar to AGoI laughed, “Oh well. You four, dispose of the Sith.”

The Dancer Nobody grinned, sliding forward and lunging to grab the Sith, but was suddenly thrown back by a powerful push of Flan.

“N-No…way, am I going down now,” Rowen muttered, getting up shakily, “Come on Sporky, we’re almost there…”

The Spork muttered, getting up slowly, and pulling out two green bottles, tossing one to Rowen, then drank the other one.

“Last of my Elixirs,” the Spork answered, and Rowen drank as well.

Refreshed and healed, the two finally saw what awaited them…

All around their heads was the black sky, the fragments of the strange heart shaped moon illuminating where they were, a circular pillar on top of The Castle That Never Was.

In front of them were five figures.

One was a Dancer Nobody, the same that had almost attacked Rowen, though he was much stronger then the normal Dancer kind.

Another was a Hollow. He had a centipede like body, rearing up with the front third, four powerful arms, two on each side, supported by a number of small legs on the bottom two thirds of his body. His mask was dark and cruel, yellow eyes glaring through the holes.

The third was a Neo Shadow Heartless, eagerly awaiting to attack, yellow eyes glaring blankly.

The fourth was a Homunculi. With shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes, and a stare that made AGoI cringe just looking at them. She was surrounded in a black cloak.

The final one was shrouded in a black coat, standing behind the four, their leader.

“…Sister…” AGoI muttered, holding up his Keyblade defensively.

“Hello brother. I guess you decided to visit me, instead of waiting for me to come. Now, I believe you have something I want. My Heart,” the figure in the black coat said, sounding sweet.

“…You’ll have to take it from me,” AGoI declared, “I won’t let you get a hold of that Darkness again.”

“Silly big brother. Still trying to protect me, even after I became a Nobody. A powerful Nobody at that,” she grinned.

“Ra-” The Spork began, but was cut off.

“My name is Leraxch now. And, if you won’t give it up…” the Nobody of AGoI’s sister grinned, “Attack.”

The four minions lunged forward, and suddenly blasted back by a wave of Chaos Spears.

Rowen grinned, stepping forward, “I’ll take care of these small fry Spork. You handle your sister.”

Rowen once again lost himself to the dark side. When enough energy had passed through him, he leapt forward into the middle of the group.

AGoI held up his Spork Keyblade, and Leraxch smiled beneath her hood, holding her hands out as a sword appeared in her hand, then stepped forward, slashing with furious swings!

Teh Flan-I had a major flaw. It was apparent in all of them, and their biggest weakness. Teh flan-I were all arrogant. They neglected Rage, and Anger, two of the most driving forces to a human. The Sith however had no such restrictions. There was power in emotions, and raw power to be harnessed.

Darth Rowen was a master in the Sith arts, and as such had a volume of sheer anger at his disposal. As he landed in the middle of the group, his double-sided saber out, he had found that center of calm within him. Four opponents against one Sith. Rowen allowed himself to feel a moment's pity for them.

The first one to attack him was the Heartless. He just lunged forward with his claws out. What did he hope to accomplish? Rowen never found out. As the Heartless jumped high in the air, he went down on a need, raising his saber. Two halves of the same being fell around him, the Heartless no more.

"It seems we have lost Heartless," The Dancing Nobody commented, with no emotions attached. "Shame."

The Homunculus, Vanity was her name, was holding on the Hollow with a chain around it's neck. The Hollow was named Sunshine.

"I say we eat him!" The Hollow said excited. "His soul is so full of darkness, yet his heart has light. I bet he would taste sweet!"

"Now now," Vanity said, eyeing the Sith, "Dancer gets to go next."

The Nobody would have smiled, but instead he shrugged, "Whatever." The Dancer began to dance around Rowen in a circle. The Sith Lord never took his eyes off of the dancer. But suddenly he whelped in pain.

With berserker-like fury, Leraxch brought her sword around, striking AGoI’s Keyblade in rapid succession, forcing the Spork back, closer and closer to the raised edge, and away from Rowen’s fight with the other four.

“Same old tactics when we were kids, huh sis?” The Spork muttered, then focused his own Custard Energies, bringing them around his body, instead of like the Flan, which focused inwards.

Speed increasing, The Spork grinned, fighting back his Nobody sister’s strikes and beginning to attack back with his own, though he looked like he was in mild pain, despite not having been hit yet.

“So you’re using the Yiny Puto(1) Custard-I Technique huh? Interesting…” Leraxch grinned, then jumped back, AGoI coming to an abrupt halt.

(1) Yiny Puto (Aura Body) - A special Custard-I technique that works by using the Custard powers to push and pull the user’s own body, in order to artificially increase speed and strength. Unfortunately it puts a strain on the users body, and can get painful if used for to long. (moved here so it wouldn't show off the ending to those who scrolled down!)

“You know the Custard-I techniques?” The Spork wondered, holding his Keyblade tightly.

“Of course I do brother. I knew some day I’d come back to get my Heart, or you’d come to find me. So I studied the Custard Techniques, since you are a Custard-I,” Leraxch grinned, then held up her sword, then suddenly snapped it in half, now holding two swords, one in each hand.

“And, your basic style of fighting still hasn’t changed much brother. Always so defensive, as if you’re afraid you’ll hurt your opponent,” Leraxch laughed, then charged forward again.

The strange Dancing Nobody had cut Rowen across the arm, while it was dancing? It reminded Rowen of fire. Fire too danced around but was destructive. "Hold Still!" Rowen bellowed, shooting out a Chaos Spear at the Nobody. It missed. Spear after spear, Rowen threw, but none of them hit its mark. The Nobody crept closer to him, and begin to dance around him, cutting him in the process.

Again, the Sith did not panic, he closed his eyes, breathing in then out, and then he too joined the dance, but with his saber. When the Nobody spun, he spun. The Nobody though surprised him, grabbing him and throwing him down into the floor, where it sat on top of him. "Your not so tough."

However, Rowen disappeared from underneath him, coming from above, and plunging his saber within the Nobody. Crying out in pain, it tried to dance its way out of the saber, doing the worm, and trying to spin. Nothing worked, and eventually it just vanished, like Nobodies do when killed. Rowen climbed off its back, retrieving his saber, and glaring at the two enemies still alive.

"Oh he's good." Vanity replied. "Well Sunshine, it's your turn."

The sabers sliced the air, crackling with energy, The Spork desperately fighting back and blocking, but one strike got through, slicing across his chest!

“Gah!” AGoI muttered, jumping backwards, clutching his lab coat closer, “Cure…”

A flash of green light healed the Spork, but left him open for another strike.

“You’ll never beat me fighting defensively oh brother of mine!” Leraxch grinned, still hiding beneath her hood, crossing the sabers, then stepping forward for a powerful strike.

A blade hissed through air, and Leraxch stepped back, The Spork holding his Keyblade up, normally blue/green eyes now a hazelish color, his Keyblade having been the one to strike.

“I keep thinking you’re my sister…That’s why I’m being so defensive…I didn’t want to hurt you. I kept remembering our past,” AGoI muttered to himself, though Leraxch could hear him. “That’s not right…You’re not my sister. You’re her Nobody…And to bring my sister back…”

The Spork went silent, channeling his energy into his blade.

“I’ll have to defeat you…”

Racing forward, AGoI plunged his blade forward and twisted, the edge of his Keyblade catching the blade of one of his opponent’s swords, and pulled it out of her grasp, flinging it over the edge.

Now each with one weapon, the two circled, and Leraxch lunged forward again, laughing in delight and striking with her berserker tactics.

“Reflecaga!” The Spork shouted, energy condensing around him, blocking the attacks, pausing, then firing back on Leraxch, sending her flying to the edge of the pillar everyone was fighting on.

“Now…you wanted your Heart back, right?” AGoI asked, pointing his blade straight towards his Nobody sister, who still had not removed her hood, or had it fallen down in the battle.

“I’ll give it back,” he said, and closed his eyes…

The Centipede like Hollow, now released from it's chain jumped down at Rowen, sending it's four giant arms at him trying to slice him up. Rowen gulped, and rolled off to the side. Screeching with delight, Sunshine charged at Rowen, it's little legs scurrying him along, while his four big arms continued to try to slice the Sith.

However Rowen valued his life, and so like the sidekick who had beaten him for years, Rowen began to run around in a wide circle, trying to put distance between the Hollow and himself.

Funny, you think a centipede would be slow with it's massive bulk. However having hundreds of tiny legs, really gave it an advantage, and it was upon him in an instant. Having no other option, Rowen began to flurry again, striking left, then right. His blade however did not seem to even phase the giant Hollow who laughed at his attempts. "Foolish Human," he hissed, knocking Rowen aside like a rag doll.

The Sith Lord impacted the nearby wall, where he sat there stunned. "Ugh..." he groaned, picking himself up slowly. His saber was halfway across the arena, and of no use to him at the moment. However an idea struck him. As Sunshine charged at him, Rowen ran towards him, and just when the Hollow reached for him, Rowen slid like he would playing Baseball.

Calling out to the Flan, Rowen's Saber flew back into his hands, and as he slid underneath, the Centipede, both blades ignited, he cut off all of the legs the Hollow stood on. Rowen slid out from underneath, just as the Hollow collapsed, screeching in pain.

Rowen spat, and tucked his saber away, this would be cake. The Hollow spun towards him, with it's arms and roared in his face. Rowen's right hand began to glow blue, as electricity built up around his arm. "Chidori!" Rowen bellowed running forward. He dodged around one arm, two, and then three. He was in the clear, and he charged forward with his arm outstretched.

Sunshine had other plans. The last arm came down, and the sound of a blade entering flesh filled the room. The Sith's left shoulder had been penetrated by the Hollow's arm. Groaning, The Chidori disappeared from Rowen's hand, and he slumped over.

"I did it, I did it!" The Hollow called out joyously, lifting up Rowen to inspect him. The Sith grinned, his arm once again filled with electricity, as he reared back his hand and struck the Hollow right in the mask. It was the old Possum trick. The Hollow fell over onto it's side, and Rowen pulled the blade out of his shoulder, wincing. He walked over to Sunshine's face, holding on to his arm and stared into the eyes of the human Sunshine had been. "Please..." he cried.

Rowen said nothing, but threw a Chaos Spear, right into the rest of the Hollow's mask. The mask exploded, and the Hollow was no more. Breathing heavily, Rowen turned to his last and most difficult opponent.

Everything seemed to go dark for The Spork, focusing inwards, then paused, opening his eyes, finding himself in a white space.

Looking to the right, he saw a black darkness, imprisoned within the light. Stepping to it, he reached forward, and the darkness began to ooze on his arm creeping towards him, slowly changing his white lab coat black.

He grasped something and pulled it out, enclosed in his fist, though light shone from it.

AGoI turned his back to the darkness, which began to expand slightly, not as restricted, though The Spork closed his eyes and focused again.

Once more, AGoI appeared back on the pillar, looking towards his former sister, holding up his fist, light shining from it.

“You’ll have your Heart back…sans Darkness,” The Spork replied, and released what was in his fist, which floated forward towards Leraxch.

“No! I need that Darkness!” Leraxch shouted, and made a portal of darkness behind her to escape into, turning to flee.

It was to late, the Heart went into Leraxch, who shuddered, turning around, the hood following, showing the human face of AGoI’s sister, the red, slightly curly hair, and hazel eyes.

With a gasp, the former Nobody known as Leraxch fell back into the portal, AGoI’s eyes opening wide, racing forward, pulling out a small cylinder.

The portal faded, but The Spork tossed the Custard Saber through just before it closed…

Vanity narrowed her eyes at the Sith Lord. He had after all dispatched her three allies. He was good, but not good enough to beat her. "Well done, Sith Lord, but you won't be able to beat me."

"Heh." Rowen scoffed, "We'll see about that." Vanity jumped down to his level, her hood still covering her face. From beneath her cloak she drew a Flan Saber? The Sith narrowed his eyes at the weapon.

"Don't be surprised," she started to say, "Your not the only one who can wield such a weapon."

"True, but can yours do this?" Rowen mocked, as his twin blades protruded from the end of his hilt.

"Mine won't need to," Vanity said, as a violet blade erupted from her hilt. True to her name, Vanity continued to taunt. "Your skills are nothing compared to mine."

Rowen however had disappeared. He appeared behind Vanity all in a sudden, slicing her arm off. "Weakling."

Vanity's arm however did not heal like a normal Homunculis's arm would. A red thread shot out from the end of her arm, and the arm was reattached. "Unlike other Homunculis, I don't have to heal with red stones. I've never even wasted one, you can't beat me."

Vanity spun around with her blade swinging in a wide arc. Rowen ducked the blade narrowing missing, slicing off a few hairs. The Sith kicked out, tripping the Homunculis. Swinging his blade overhead, he brought it down, only for it to be blocked. With a kick of her own, Rowen went flying backwards, rolling on the ground and coming up with his blade swinging, blocking another blow.

Striking high than low, the two began to spin an intricate dance. Brilliant flashes of violet mixed with red lighted up the arena. The two spun, thrusted forward, blocked, and counterattacked, neither giving up any ground. Spinning his blade in one hand, in a circle, Rowen made a shield in front of him, momentarily stopping the assault.

Both breathing hard, the Sith looked on in hatred. "Who are you?" he asked the Homunculis. "Not your sin name, who were you?" he probed.

Taken back she started to answer, but as she was distracted, Rowen slashed upwards with his blade, cutting her skull in half. Sneering at her, Rowen began to laugh. However her face began to grow back as all Homunculis could do when injured. "Congrats," she said, "That’s the first time I have ever had to use a Red stone, as such I only have five total, so four left."

Staring in hatred, the Sith charged forward, the dark side once again flowing through him, "DIE!" he shouted, focusing on the reforming face of the Homunculis. He ran forward, feet from her when he stopped, frozen in place.

"SHh..Shelary?" he asked, stunned. The other member of his family who he had not wanted to talk about was right in front of him. He stood there dumbstruck, his arm lowering, his saber flickering off.

Her light blue eyes stared into his, and she smiled at him, a smile the Sith remembered all too well. "Hello, Cojo..." she said in a sweet sounding voice, "have you been well?"

Rowen did not respond, only standing there, his mouth open and shaking slightly. He grunted and grabbed his forehead, memories flooding through him. Vanity looked at him, and crouched down in front of him, "There there, everything’s alright now." The Sith looked up to see her right in front of her, but he suddenly shrieked in pain.

Vanity had stabbed through his already wounded shoulder, and Rowen growled, once more enraged. "That was a mistake." Using his non-injured hand, his saber once again came on. She pulled her blade out, and the two locked blades once more. The fight continued on for another three hits, Rowen at a disadvantage with a now all but useless left arm.

"Just Give up!" Vanity shouted. The Sith had other plans, charging forward. A frontal attack would be no good however, but Rowen had his trump card. Throwing a Chaos Spear at the ground Vanity jumped into the air. As she did, Rowen leapt into the air, with his legs out wide. Spinning his double blade underneath him, sliced the Homunculis into several pieces. Another Red stone used.

As Vanity reformed though, Rowen wasn't done. When she was completely healed, she looked around for the Sith, but he was nowhere to be seen. And she heard this chirping sound...

"CHIDORI!" Rowen bellowed, coming up from underneath her. Another Red stone was used up, and Rowen's trick had worked. Two more to go, but he was out of energy. She took full advantage of this, fully assaulting him now. He could do nothing but block each blow. She smiled, for she had the upper hand.

Parrying a desperate strike from Rowen, she rolled around and ended up behind him. She stabbed the blade straight back, through her stomach and into the Sith's. "Game, set and match," she said triumphantly. His saber dropped out of his hand, and blood came through his mouth.

Vanity let go of her saber, still ignited through Rowen, and circled around to face him. "Well, what will your last words be?" she asked.

The Sith's eyes drifted toward the Spork. He wasn't sure what he saw, unaware if he had won or not. His eyes drifted back down, seeing the violet blade protruding from him. It wasn't supposed to end this way, he told himself. And in fact he wouldn't let it.

With the last bit of his strength Rowen lunged forward, grabbing Vanity in a tight hug, tears rolling down his eyes. "It was my fault, I'm sorry." he said, as his finals words, apologizing to Shelary, not Vanity. "Chaos...Blast..." he muttered, his eyes closing as red light erupted around him, exploding outwards consuming the Homunculis in the explosion.

When the red light cleared, Vanity was slowly, very slowly reforming, with only one stone left. The Sith did not see what happened next, for he fell onto his knees. He looked over at the Spork, and for the first time felt sympathy for him. He silently wished him luck. He looked back at Vanity, as she finished forming, and a smile, not a sneer found its way upon his face. "I'm sorry...."

Darth Rowen, Lord of the Sith, Former Apprentice to Darth CHoW, and former Flan-I Cojo, closed his eyes for the final time, as he collapsed on the ground...

“Now…” Vanity grinned maliciously, retrieving her saber, “You die, Rowen.”

Eyes widening, her mouth suddenly opened up, gaping in surprised as a blade penetrated her back, a hissing voice just by her ear.

“Heh heh heh…” the voice chuckled, Vanity turning her head slightly, seeing yellow eyes staring at her, and AGoI’s Spork Keyblade was thrust forward, going through the Homunculi, and with a sickening twist, was brought upwards through her body, the Homunculi falling downwards.

“I…I…wasn’t…really…Shelary. It was…My other power. To take the form of one dear to my opponent,” Vanity muttered, looking at the Spork, slowly beginning to heal, and attempting to find one that would be suitable to use against the currently yellow eyed Custard-I.

“To bad for you, I just saw my sister disappear, and the only other two important to me aren’t dead,” The Spork chuckled, holding up his Keyblade, “Besides…I’m in a bit of a Dark mood right now.”

“No! You can’t do this! I…” Vanity began, The Spork holding his blade downwards, ready to finish the fight.

“Are a monster,” the Spork answered, the Keyblade slashing through the Homunculi, taking her last life…

He then headed over to Rowen, yellow eyes fading back to their normal blue/green color, then bent down towards the Sith, a frown upon his face.

“You’re lucky I need you to get home,” The Spork muttered, his voice sounding much more eviler then before he fought his sister.

Green energy swirled around The Spork, focusing on a powerful healing spell.

“Curaja!” the Custard-I shouted, the green light entering Rowen.

Coughing, the Sith got up slowly, seeing the destroyed Homunculi by him, The Spork glaring down at him.

“Shel-” Rowen began weakly, but was cut off by the lab coat wearing genius.

“No, she wasn’t. She could take the form of someone dear to her opponent. She was just a Homunculi, a monster,” The Spork interjected, “Now let’s get home.”

Rowen sighed and nodded, taking one last glance at the Realm of Darkness, then placed his hands on the Spork Keyblade AGoI had brought back, and focused with a Chaos Control.

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“So what happened to your sister?” Rowen wondered, the two walking through the Foodstuffs Forest, back towards L.A.S.O.O.F.’s Lair. Rowen had been to weakened to pin point an exact location. He seemed to be fiddling with something in his pocket as well.

“…I’d rather not talk about,” The Spork answered, looking intently forward.

The Sith sighed and shrugged, and soon the two had made it to L.A.S.O.O.F. Lair.

“Professor, you’re back!” a voice from inside shouted, the door bursting open as Jimi flew out, grinning and stopping just short of tackling his creator.

Rowen sighed and rolled his eyes, as Jimi began quizzing AGoI about where and what he had been up to, the two heading off.

But, before they did, The Spork glanced back towards Rowen.

“Thank you…I owe you one,” he said, then started back.

Rowen merely frowned, then pulled out something he had been dieing to inspect for a while now.

Holding it up in the light, the small golden ring he had found seemed rather dull, though it had Rowen’s full attention.

Suddenly, he noticed something, words in a flaming script began to appear. They were in no language that he knew, but the Sith could somehow understand it…

“ ‘In the Darkness, Chaos Rules Supreme, and only one can control it,’” Rowen read, then grinned. This would definitely be something to show to CHoW.

Placing it back into his pocket, he entered his home, and found CHoW sitting on his throne, grumbling something about clones and destroying.

“I’m back,” Rowen said simply, “And I brought something back with me.”

“What is it?” CHoW asked, eyebrow raised, though it was lost with the helmet covering his head.

Rowen grinned evilly, then dug through his pockets, finding nothing.

His grin quickly turning into a frown, he went through all of his pockets, watched by a confused, yet amused, CHoW. Finding the Ring gone from his pockets, Rowen quickly backtracked, still not finding the Ring.

“Where did it go?” Rowen growled, growing frustrated. It had just been there, in his pocket!

“I wouldn’t worry yourself about it,” CHoW sighed, “Probably a hunk of junk, whatever it was.”

Rowen didn’t answer, instead tromping off to his room for much needed rest…

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A dark shrouded figure fiddled with the Ring, chuckling softly to himself, and placing it on his finger.

“Yes…a Ring…Fit for a King…” the figure chuckled, looking at it’s surface, the same strange script appearing on it…

-End-

Great conclusion! It really was a good read!

(One little minor criticism, though... I think it would be a little better for the switches between the one battle and the other battle to have a little more separation, so the reader doesn't go into the sentence expecting it to deal with one character, when it switched to the other)

But yeah, this was really entertaining!

A very good read indeed! The entire story was very awesome. I like the conclusion. Good job!

I've just finished the second part and will read the third one as soon as I've got enough free time, I just wanted to say:

AWESOME! INCREDIBLE! FANTASTIC! ZUBER! :D THIS IS WONDERFUL!!!!!!

Dark Phazon: Thanks! I'm glad you liked it. And yah, the transistions were off, but that was because we wrote the fights seperately then editted it together best we could.

tailsonic15: Thanks as well, glad you read and enjoyed it!

GoldenSama: Wootness, capitol letters! Also glad you enjoyed it as well, and hope you have time to read the third part (plus the first of Return of the King) soon!