Description:
One late night in 1001 AD, Crono reads of the beginnings of Guardia. But when he comes across the journal of the legendary "Clairvoyant" whose untimely death aided Guardia's beginning, he gathers his allies who will journey across time to bring peace once more.
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Forward to the Past
A Chrono Trigger Fanfiction
By: Novalon
Chapter 1: The new past
It was a book. Leaf-thin pages in which a flowing script was written upon. The cover, worn from the many years of time still held the title as clear as the day it was written, and the smell of the book's area brought memories of times bygone.
800 years had passed, the enchantments on the book still holding it's form as strong as the day the spell was given words. And this book, unyielding, lay out to tell its tale.
Near it, a similar book in a similar script laid in almost haste placing. The reader had been moving back and forth between the works, as if to scrutinize for validity.
And a third book, written in a different language, a completely different form of writing, had seen a bit of wear, but was a copy of an original, which had no such enchantment placed upon it, and was subject to due revision from either a scribe, or the scribe's apprentice.
The third book, with careful importance had been placed down but moments before the second book. The current book being read was, however, of even more importance to the reader.
Prophecy
Memoirs of a Clairvoyant
The reader would have been quick to dispense with the literature as mindless drivel had it not been written in an all but forgotten language, and it caused the reader's eyes to twitch in recognition as he sought out the similarities to one he once knew.
The reader pushed a tired hand up to his brow, slightly disturbing the spiky red locks above it. His piecing green eyes scoured the script as his voice hoarsely murmured.
"So… this is where you ended up…"
Crono traced the lines written in old Zealean, a language which usually scholars knew, but his knowledge of the language was due to a secret he told few of the others he adventured with.
He had inherited a sword that was written in similar runes, and he trained reading scrolls that were written in the forgotten runes, and he had recently been given a sword that bore runes exactly like his much older sword that lay hidden within Guardia's twisting network of vaults.
Sir Glenn's descendant sighed as his green eyes continued to tiredly gaze upon the script that few knew.
Crono closed the book, reaching back to the book written in his first language, the common language spoken throughout the realm of Guardia.
Heart for the people
The Journal of Prometheus Guardia, King Guardia I
Eyeing the other book on the table, also written in Zealean, he shook his head.
"And you… I had always wondered your connection with my love… but your life must not be overlooked if I am to figure out what happened since I last saw you…"
Memories of the past
The Journal of Schala Zeal Guardia, Queen Guardia I
"I wonder if you even knew the Prophet was your brother…"
Crono shook his head, trying to shake out the sleepiness from the uncounted hours it had taken to find the books.
He began writing his own notes on a separate sheet of paper, so he would not lose his work, had sleep overcame him before he could even think of jotting down his thoughts.
"I noticed your three stories intertwine around the time of the Dark Emperor… a man with demonic power that threatened to enslave the people, had Prometheus not rallied a call for freedom. 195 AD… so this tale starts 5 years before the Emperor's sudden defeat, and the day of independence, in which Guardia's birth is celebrated."
Crono paused for a second before jotting down a few lines and writing some more in the margins of the paper.
"But, I have not heard of any sort of Dark Emperor previously. It may be as a result of the journey through time in the defeat of Lavos, but I'll ask Marle or Lucca whenever they come by…"
He paused again, making another addendum in his notes.
"Come to think of it, I don't remember seeing anyone amass an army and try to take control of the entire world besides Magus… but…"
He looked back at the Clairvoyant's book.
"If this is truly his memoirs, then it seems he has truly strayed from that path. One would only wonder why his history stops after the ending of the Dark Emperor's reign…"
He stopped writing for a moment, looking back at Schala's book.
"This is going to be a long night…"