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All the same legal disputes apply here along with every other chapters.

VG Star Fox Characters are (c) Nintendo

Other VG names and trademarks are (c) Square Enix

Ryan Lewis is (c) Me.

Other Characters are (c) Their Respective Owners.

Also actions in this story do not entirely reflect the true nature of characters depicted by their owners, this is simply a fan fiction depiction.

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You ever had a dream that was so strange, you didn't even remember it when you wake up? How about when you have one that you remember fully? It was a little bit of both for me. It's been tough to describe, but ever since Bahamut came into my possession, I began to notice this pattern. I didn't pay much attention to them at first, but as time passed, it slowly and slowly became more noticeable, as if someone was trying to tell me something.

Sometimes when Krystal wasn't around, I'd think about it a little bit. I searched to make sure these dreams were real or not, or if they were even anything to be concerned about. I thought I'd ask Nordic a thing or two about dreams to see what he knows. But figuring his busy schedule of protecting the president, it wasn't very likely that he would be able to tell me much. That's when I remembered about Bahamut. When Nordic isn't around, it's best to ask him.

This very night, I decided to take my chance at it and ask him.

‘Hey Bahamut.'

‘What is it little one?' He asked me.

‘What is your idea of dreams?' I asked.

‘What do you mean?' He asked back.

‘Well,' I began, ‘I've been having these weird dreams lately. I don't know if they're real or not, or if they're even anything to worry about. But I want to know what you think about it.' There was a bit of silence before he replied.

‘Dreams are one of the more vague subjects people know about,' Bahamut explained, ‘however, there are various theories as to where they came from. Some people even found ways to worm into people's dreams.'

‘Like a dream mage or something?'

‘Exactly like that.'

‘But what could my dreams mean? Are they different for each person?'

‘Can you describe your dreams?'

‘I think I could describe them, but the words don't come so easily, it's almost as if I don't remember them.'

‘Then it's probably not even a big deal what to make of this.'

‘Do you know anyone who could see into dreams, maybe like a dream mage?'

‘I'm afraid I do not, however. I think I have a theory.'

‘What are you saying?'

‘Maybe our connection might let us see one another's dream.'

‘You think we could?'

‘It's worth experimentation. I'll try tonight, while you rest. It's getting late anyway.'

‘Yeah, you're right. Talk to you later then.' Feeling slightly confused, I think I knew what I needed to then, so I quickly got myself around to getting ready for bed. At this time, everyone else was already asleep, so I made sure to be extra quiet.

Getting to sleep on it's own was much harder than I thought it would be. I was too excited on what Bahamut was planning to think too much about sleep. I scooted the sword as humanly close to the bed as I could, and eventually slowly drifted to sleep.

***

Before I knew it, I could feel my conscience returning. But I wasn't waking up to the bed I was sleeping in earlier. In fact, I saw absolutely nothing at all when I woke up, nothing but pitch-black darkness, all around me. The only strange thing was I was standing on what I thought was solid ground, but it was too dark to tell. It was as if I was standing on darkness itself.

I was wondering on why there was so much darkness around. Could darkness be the only thing my dream was about? Or was it something more. I walked around for a little bit before stopping. I had sensed another presence was around.

"Turn around," the voice said. It wasn't too deep, but it was for sure male. I did as instructed and saw who called me.

The person was human, much to my surprise. He was slightly taller than I was, with long silver hair going down past his shoulders. He was wearing a short-sleeved yellow jacket over a black vest, and a pair of heavy looking blue slacks held up with a belt. He had what looked like a yellow wrist pad on his left hand, and his right held a peculiar looking weapon. It looked like a dark sword, in the shape of a bat wing. Near the tip was what looked like a small angel wing on it, and a circular hand guard around the handle that also seemed the form of wings. It looked as if it was in the shape of a key, and there was even a keychain running down the end of it, that ended in a strange heart shaped emblem.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm simply a guy who resides his power in darkness," he said.

"I meant your name," I said.

"My name isn't important," he said, "what's important is whether or not you know who you are."

"Why am I here?" I asked.

"Funny," he said, "I was just about to ask the same question about myself. But it seems we were both called to the same darkness tonight."

"Darkness," I said, "isn't darkness an evil power?" I concentrated, and conjured up my sword. Something was a little off, the sword I conjured was the one that Fox had entrusted me, when I had first joined the team.

"Your dragon spirit can't be found here," The man said, "it's just you and me."

"What did you do to Bahamut?" I asked, pointing my blade in his direction. He smiled.

"Come and find out," He held up his weapon, "don't hold back now." The way he held his blade was a very familiar style, one that I like myself. He held his blade up to his face level. His left hand was held out in front of him past his blade's tip, as if ready to parry my blows with his hand, or prepare some quick spells. I knew the advantages and disadvantages to this technique, and was ready to exploit them.

We blow charged roughly at the same time. Although he seemed quicker than I was, I had no trouble bringing our swords to blows. After holding it a bit, we pushed off, swinging around again to try to get at each other. These first few blows seemed slow at first, but were definitely tricky. It wasn't long before our strikes got quicker and fiercer. Whoever this guy was he was no slouch at fighting. He was easily doing this for years.

We kept up the exchanging of blows until we both back off a bit. Before I knew it, my opponent sent a massive ball of dark energy right towards me. I made a hard jump to the left, rolling on the ground to just narrowly avoid the explosion. As I looked up, the guy was already there ready to strike.

"Fira," I shouted, sending two medium sized orbs of fire right at him. He deflected the blasts and backed off a little bit.

"Thundara," I shouted, following the flames with a small line of lightning. The person brought up a small magic shield, deflecting the assault with relative ease. The person then slid his blade across the ground and swung hard, bringing a wave of dark sparks right to me. I stepped in between two of them quickly to avoid what could have been a deadly blow, and charged at him again. The man quickly jumped into the air, and started flying at me, swinging his sword in a wide variety of quick strikes, swipes, and jabs. I was lucky just to bring my sword up in defense. But with each hit he made on my sword, the harder it became to deflect it and the sting from the blade rose a little with each hit.

‘Damn he's tough,' I thought as I sidestepped his continuing barrage, ‘who is this guy?' Before I could continue on though, the person stopped, standing firmly on the ground, and glowing a sinister dark aura.

"Uh oh," I shouted, backing up a distance and focusing my blade. Before I knew it, he disappeared, reappearing a split second later flying at me. He missed me by bare millimeters, and quickly disappeared midair. Before I could retaliate, he flew by again from a different angle. I easily knew I'm in deep trouble. The man kept up the pattern for a few more seconds, giving me a couple good slashes. I jumped out of the way just in time to see him slam the ground, sending a horrific shockwave of darkness toward me.

"Feel the wind from the blade," I shouted, swinging hard at him. He blocked in time, but my own sword emanated a strong wind from it, swiping hundreds of scratches on his blade, and over his hands and arms. I charged up another batch of wind quickly and jumped several feet into the air, coming down hard on his blade again, knocking him back.

From there we paused, I looked deep into his crystal blue eyes. They met me back with a look of complete determination, they showed eyes of someone who's seen more than he would have liked. We made to charge again, but were interrupted quickly. A large white and blue beam pierced the midpoint between us, stopping us dead in it's tracks. We both looked up to see what caused it. It was none other than Bahamut.

"Enough fighting warriors," he said, "if you both kill each other here, than both of your worlds would be in huge trouble."

"I wasn't going to kill him," the man said, "this was a test after all."

"A test?" I asked surprised, "for what?"

"Allow me to explain," Bahamut began, "I met this young man here in one of his dreams. After I told him about you, he asked me to bring him into your conscience so that he could test you."

"I wanted to see if you were worthy of carrying the power bestowed upon you," he said, "I've seen far too many people abuse the power that they had been blessed with."

"How did I do?" I asked slowly, afraid of the answer. The man simply gave me a smile.

"I'm impressed," he said, "I've never seen anyone walk the path that you walk right now. You've shown that the light within you never wavers off the path it walks." I chuckled. "You've also shown promise as a fighter, not many can get away from my dark aura attack with little more than scratches, and you even returned the favor."

"Now that's just flattery," I said.

"Call it what you want," he said and turned, "my work here is done anyway."

"Wait," I said, "before you go, can you tell me your name?" He paused for a second, as if contemplating.

"My name isn't important," he began, "but I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you. It's Riku." He started walking and stopped once more.

"Oh, and Ryan," he said, how did he know what my name was? "Darkness isn't a bad power, only the people who use it to oppress the weak. Good luck with your future endeavors, you're not alone in that struggle, trust me."

"How about a rematch the next time we meet?" I offered, "no interruptions involved." I interjected a look at Bahamut with this statement. Again he thought.

"We'll see what happens," from then he walked, until the darkness enveloped him out of sight.

"Well now what?" I asked Bahamut, the dragon snorted a bit.

"Now, I send you back into conscienceness," he said bluntly, "that's all you needed for tonight." After a while I felt a bright light pierce me and I blacked out once more, seeing nothing else.

***

"Well now," Bahamut said to himself, "I wonder how Ryan would react if I told him I had Riku hold back."

***

I awoke the next morning with a start. The morning was bright and golden, almost like a painting. I crawled out of bed slowly and opened up my window carefully. As I gazed at the sky, I wondered about where that Riku fellow lived. I wondered if it was a nice place or not, or if he liked it there or not. Regardless, he was strong, and I for sure hoped that I could get that rematch one-day. My thoughts came back to reality as I heard a knock on the door.

"Come on in it's open," I said. It was Falco, seeming way more chipper than usual.

"Morning sunshine," he said, "I don't know about you, but I feel like a sparring session, you game?" I stopped for a bit and pondered, before giving a wide smile.

"I say bring it on," concentrating both of my blades into my hands.