Somewhere, in the back f an abandoned arena, Keeper lay on the ground, a swords still stuck in his chest. He was laughing to himself, how long does it take to die anyway? Still locked in his perpetual state of laughter, he noticed a dark shadow above him.
"Are... Are you death?" He asked.
The shadowy figure just stood there. It seemed to have no face... But then it did. It floated... Then landed on solid legs. Confused by the being before him, Keeper gave up trying to talk to it. He drooped his head and closed his eyes.
"..."
"It is not your time to die."
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Giratina started swimming through space, on his back, without a care in the world.
Palkia stood nearby, twiddling his giant thumbs. "W-where is he?"
Giratina flipped over and rolled his eyes, "Late as usual."
"Do explain to me, brother, how the master of time can be late?"
Dialga appeared between his brothers, giving Giratina a long look. "Do you realize why we're here?"
Palkia raised his hand. "Because... Of t-the e-energy s-surge?"
Giratina changed his form, setting his six legs on the arena floor. "Nothing that can't be blown up, I'm sure."
Dialga shook his head, "Do not charge recklessly, brother. What if he appears again? None of us have the advantage against him anymore."
Keeper walked out of the shadows at the end of the stadium, a sword still stuck in his chest.
"Welcome, friends." He said. His voice was strange, distorted, raspy... Not his.
Dialga jumped backward to float in space, "So it is you?"
Keeper laughed in his own voice for a minute, then pulled the sword out of his chest. He pointed his weapon at the large Dragon-type, "And who would be a more fitting vessel than the Keeper of Night?"
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"You guys are boring. WAKE UP." Ruk slammed his fist into the wall.
The challengers woke up from a nap they had apparently taken. They were in an unknown room, but part of it seemed to have collapsed.
Ruk looked over the situation, "I guess for some of you, that nap was your last. Frightening thought, when not even sleeping can keep you out of harm's way."
He shook his head, "Ah well, your next challenge is this way."
He led the remaining challengers into the next room. There were a few overturned desks, and maybe the floor could have been in better shape, but it seemed like a relatively normal classroom.
"Each of you, take a seat, grab a notebook and pencil, and get to work on your challenge."