A/N I apologize for the terrible "introduction"... I suck at the intros... so... here's the terrible intro. I know I keep on remaking stuff but I can't decide but now I swear I'm sticking with this one. I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh Arc-V, ZeXal, 5Ds, GX, DM, Season 0, the Abridged series, Saint Something Four, or any other things I referenced (like Kaito Kid). I only own my OCs.

Silence.

It was the unnerving "sound" that settled heavily among the spectators of the terrifying and truly unforgettable duel, as their eyes remained glued to a screen full of static as Melissa Claire and her crew struggled to keep their balance in the swaying helicopter, caused by the sheer force exerted into one single, savage and deadly attack delivered from one of the duelists that participated in the second match of the second round of the Friendship Cup.

Anxiously, the Lancers waited in front of television screens, hoping that their friend and fellow Freedom Fighter was alright... though doubt could not help but gnaw at them as they had witnessed the attack delivered with so much power that it disabled the camera that recorded the duel's progress.

A certain pair of crimson orbs stared intently into the grey static screen, body shaking at the thought of having not one, but two of his closest friends heavily injured... Maybe one even more than the other. He bit his lip and clenched his fists as he waited... waited for the video feed to stream back through the screens.

Jean-Michel Roger had his fingers positioned above a black pawn, in a stance that could easily knock it over at the slightest movement. One squad of Security members were already heading in the direction of where the possibly defeated Lancer lay, ready to retrieve her.

After a few tense minutes of waiting, footage was streamed through, first showing the cheerful orange-haired reporter's face... Except, the grin she once wore was gone, her eyes glossed over with a hand over her mouth. The scene then switched to a familiar form, laying crumpled on a grassy hill, D-Wheel lying to the side in a condition so battered that it emitted clouds of smoke.

There lay Nozomi Kichiro, renowned Maiami Freedom Fighter, Entertainment Magician and Duelist StarGazer in the Standard Dimension, also known as a Truce for the people of the Synchro Dimension.

Once full of confidence and pride, a playful grin on her face and mischief twinkling in her eyes. Now a defeated duelist laying in a pathetic and cruel state. Black-blue hair dusted with dirt and grime, motorcycle suit torn and ripped at some bits, exposing skin lined with scratches and fresh-cuts. There was a noticeable dark crimson stain on her stomach, red liquid running down the side of her mouth.

There were wings drawn on either side of her, seemingly broken and battered, in the same state as she was. It stood out, as if its artist wanted it to be noticed.

Then came the heart-wrenching message drawn in the dirt.

"How can the bird of freedom soar with broken wings?"

Everyone felt something different that day. Horror. Shock. Sickened. Enraged. Devastated. Broken. But... it's useless telling you all this without starting at the beginning, isn't it?

Now listen closely to the story of the Entertainment Trio caught up in the middle of an interdimensional war caused by the greed that a man harbored. Look at these events through their own eyes as many problems show themselves before their eyes with much less solutions.

Legend has it that there was a universe parallel to ours.

A universe not torn by war, but united through time.

A universe not divided by dimensions, but set in different generations.

You have questions, don't you? About the Pendulum of the Soul, the Four Bracelets of Bond and the Jigsaw of the Heart. About the four trios of counterparts that possess these items? About the stirring power in the Timeline Universe? About Yusho Sakaki and Yutria Kichiro's whereabouts?

Ah. Who am I, you ask?

Well, I'm just the Narrator of the story.

... For now.

Until Yuto, Shun and the Lancers come and save me from the hands of Academia.