Chrono Cross Second Journey
Fan Novelization
Prologue
A book has been stashed away for ages in a secret compartment, hidden from all eyes like a sacred treasure that no one was meant to find. I find it lying under a cake of dust and of mould, a ground for spider waste. Its cover made from leather hide is frayed, its pages brittle. It is a diary of person long gone, a legacy that now remains in the very words it writes.
I blow the dust and put the pages of history on the desk. I open the book under the flickering lamp, to find within a plethora of emotions expressed all in its first page, as if it summed its contents within. It is upright and strong on the words that spoke of joy. It is unkempt and sloppy on those that spoke of pain, as if the author was loath to write and had scribbled past it. The writing was of a style ancient, its characters long forgotten in this time.
It reads:
What was the start of all these?
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?
Perhaps it is impossible to answer that now,
from within the deep flow of time...
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much.
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves.
Yet, even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed under the cerulean skies...