To Become a Keyblade Master

(The next day, sunlight streams through the stained glass window in the Throne Room of the Land of Departure as Terra, Eruptor, Jet-Vac, Pop Fizz, Stealth Elf and Aqua face three large chairs, two occupied. Ven and Spyro looks over and sees an elderly man with yellow eyes who returns his gaze. Ven and Spyro looks away. A second man stands up from his chair, making Ven and Spyro stand at attention. The man walks forward and surveys those gathered with his brown eyes)

Master Eraqus: Today you will be examined for the Mark of Mastery. Not one but two of the Keyblade's chosen stand here as candidates, but this is neither a competition nor a battle for supremacy--not a test of wills, but a test of heart. Both of you may prevail, or neither. But I am sure our guest, Master Xehanort, did not travel all this way to see our youngest prospects in years fall short of the Mark.

(He looks toward the elderly man in the chair, who makes a nodding motion)

Master Eraqus: I trust you are ready.

All: Yes.

Master Eraqus (revealing his Keyblade): Then let the examination begin.

Master Eon;

(He holds the blade vertically and holds his hand to the hilt, creating a small aura. Five white balls of light appear in midair and Terra and Aqua ready their Keyblades. Master Xehanort adjusts his hand and the balls mix darkness with the light. Surprising them, he smiles. Terra, Eruptor, Jet-Vac, Pop Fizz, Stealth Elf and Aqua begin eliminating the orbs. One flies over to Ven and Spyro)

All: Ven! Spyrol

(Ven and Spyro takes out their Keyblade and strikes it down)

Ventus: Don't worry about us. You guys focus on the exam!

Aqua: But Ven, you're in danger here! Go wait in your room.

Stealth:

Ventus: No way! We've been looking forward to this--seeing you guys become Masters. I'm not gonna miss it now!

Spyro

Terra: They can take care of themselves. They've been out there training just as hard as us.

Ventus: Yeah!

Spyro:

Aqua: Stay sharp, Ven.

Stealth Elf: You too, Spyro.