A/N: This is a fanfic. I don't own Death Note or Dragonlance.

( After Light was sure that the Penbers had gone to sleep he stepped out into the freezing night. Though the cold didn’t bother him that much he reflected he was already getting a bit spoiled from curling up in front of the Penber’s hearth… and it was about to get colder. He stripped out of his clothes, the black leather tunic, boots, and pants Naomi had provided him in the hollow knot of a tree. )

A/N: I don't own the characters of Death Note, the plot of Heroes (or the massive amount of idiot balls required to keep it running) or any of the other Marvel and DC character analogues in this fic.

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A/N: I do not own Death Note or Dragonlance.

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( Sir Matsuda warily approached where their leader sat apart from the others (in his unusual crouch atop his horse) stoically overlooked the ruins of the town, obviously in deep thought... )

A/N: I own nothing.

Cracky AU, there is OOC-ness of course.

First Part / Introductory Chapter
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( The clank of armor heralded the approach of the company of knights long before the lion-crested banner of the Albion Empire became visible as they rode over hill and dale... )