All around Asteria, there was darkness. She got up slowly and glanced around. She then spotted something in the distance and approached it. Soon enough, a dark outline of Lavos was in view, with a person in the middle of it.
"Who… ?" she said, before thinking twice and deciding to get out of this location, seeing a time gate ahead. Looking around once more, she was rather confused. Where had King Zeal, the Prophet, and his friends gone? She shook her head and stepped into the gate.
She soon found herself on the snowy, freezing North Cape of 11995 BC. "What the heck is going on here?" she said, trudging through the snow. "Bah, this is fool's work…" She raised her hand. "Vengeance, I summon you!" Soon, a howling blast of shadow energy errupted from the sky, followed by the chilling neigh of Vengeance, Asteria's phantasmal steed.
Asteria slowly mounted it, glaring coldly back at the time gate. "Father… you are pitiful. I had thought you better than Mother…" She turned back to her front and gripped the reigns. "Ha!" she shouted, as the phantom horse began riding off, Asteria's cape flapping behind her in the cold wind.
A thunderstorm began to pick up as she rode, soon finding a village of Earthbound ahead and stopping before it. "I am sure to be recognised here. The last thing I want is to be bombarded by those people."
"Schala? Schala!" a man would cry, as the villagers rushed over to her. "Fair Princess, we're glad to see you safe and sound!" The kids would also cry out in joy.
She shook her head. "I've no time for such foolishness!" she said, riding off to the north. Soon, she had arrived at the cave which Crono and the others had used. It was still blocked by she had cast what seemed so long ago, by the Prophet's order. "How weak…" she said as she remembered that day and chanting in Zealian tongue, making the barrier seep away. With that, she stepped into the time gate.
Once again stepping out of another time gate, she found herself in a place of metal and machinery. Robo was nearby, operating a computer, when he saw her. "The Fiendlady! But… how…?"
She glared coldly at him. "Where is the Prophet?" she asked coldly. Robo replied. "Magus… he's… gone to seek out… Schala - The… other one." She nodded, still with an expression of indifference on her face as she went into to the Temporal Dispatch Chamber's ward. Chronopolis' staff seemed to be on break.
As Robo came out, she turned to him. "What do you intend to do, Schala?" he asked. Asteria turned to him. "Where would Janus be going? I'll be following him…"
Meanwhile, Magus was in Time's Eclipse, fighting to break his beloved sister free from the bonds of the Dream Devourer. Schala smiled, a little sadly. "Janus, you were everything I could have asked for in a brother, but now it is time for you to be free… Live your life and forget me…" Magus was alarmed. "Schala!" She sadly looked at him. "Farewell…" she said softly as a gate sucked Magus in.
Schala was about to give in when the gate from which the others arrived in opened again, with the silhouette of Asteria stepping out and approaching Schala. "As I thought… weak!" she stated. Schala tilted her head. "I remember you… You are me from the altered middle ages from when Father stole the Masamune. The Fiendlady, Asteria, if I'm correct?"
Asteria grinned. "It seems Fate held misfortune for me, had Father not tampered with the undersea palace incident so long ago." Schala frowned. "If you intend to mock me, I have a request of you before the Dream Devourer's clutches consume me whole."
Asteria crossed her arms. "Very well. Speak…" Schala nodded. "I may or may not ever be released from this predicament. That is why… I request that our minds merge. Allow part of my mind to merge with yours. Know my memories yourself… We are the same person, but split by the altering of time. I do not know where you will go… but allow me to give to you my legacy. Live my life… as I would have…"
Asteria quirked an eyebrow. "This should be interesting…" she muttered. A ghostly replicant of Schala separated from the imprisoned Schala, gliding into the Fiendlady. Asteria gripped her head tight and afterwards looked back up to her counterpart, nodding. There was not really a need for goodbyes, being as Asteria was essentially now the replacement Schala and not a past Schala who had been thrown into the middle ages. Asteria was now one with her counterpart, having a sort of copy of her within. With that she turned and stepped through the gate.