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The teensies are stewing over their scroll for a little too long to Rayman's liking. He bounds over to them, curious to peer over their shoulders, but respectful enough not to. "Is there a problem?" he asks instead. The king looks surprised if anything, hands the scroll to his companion. "It's a letter from Ly," he explains. Rayman is visibly curious, if slightly worried. "Is there a problem?" he asks again, more cautious this time. To his relief the king shakes his head. "She writes that she won't be joining the upcoming games. Prefers to keep an eye on the pirates instead." "That's…" Rayman pauses. "Understandable." Albeit with disappointment, Rayman has to admit that having Ly as a watchful eye over the tournament gives him ease. "She'll be sending in her charge though." "Little Tily?" Rayman had not had the pleasure of meeting with her yet, but from what he's heard the fairy is rambunctious. "Yes," the king replies and casts a silent side eye to the other teensy by his

Rayman: Tournament of Dreams A fan fiction written by Claire Aimée Spencer CHAPTER 3: NO TURNING BACK Rayman, Barbara, and the Daily Bubble reunited with Globox, Polokus, and the Teensies at the Arène D’Ancel. Everyone was relieved to see them all alive. After a quick round of hugs (and some tears from Globox) the group of heroes entered the coliseum. Before them were two entrances; one for audience members and one for participants. They had to push through a ginormous crowd, but they eventually entered the doorway for participants. A long, empty hallway that only led to a white light welcomed them. Rayman walked closer and closer to the light, the cheers of the crowd getting more triumphant. He came out on the other side. He was now in the middle of an onslaught of warriors and wizards from all over the Glade of Dreams. All sorts of creatures were in this giant circle of bleachers. Rayman and the others were being watched by rows upon rows of thousands, hollering every step of the

Rayman: Tournament of Dreams A fan fiction written by Claire Aimée Spencer CHAPTER 4: TOWER POWER “Who’s ready to ruuuuuuuuuumble?” shouted Stu Pendous. It was bright and early in the morning. Everyone was wide awake for the first challenge of the tournament. Rayman was on a towering mountain surrounded by a lush forest. The mountain seemed to rise up out of the trees, like a giant iceberg rising from the ocean. On top of the peak of the mountain was a grand yet abandoned palace with several spiraling towers, with its tallest casting its proud shadow down onto the trees. Titanic tree stumps surrounding the mountain pathways had been carved into bleachers for roaring spectators. Stu Pendous was back on his flying platform while Murfy flew next to him with his own microphone made from a bluebell flower. Rayman found himself on a long stone bridge that led to the path of the palace surrounded by other participants. Must've been at least twenty or thirty of the possible hundreds of