~~ Author's Note :

Like most of my content, takes place after the game is said and done, so SPOILERS

I haven't entirely finished the game(s) but I get the gist of what happened through synopsis / overview. I'm still getting trolled by the Gag reels and what have you. Anyway, this takes place after Chrono Phantasma, but overrides the next installment because I got a spoiler of some sort to where it was headed and I felt it was lack-luster. If you're going to :: spoilers :: Erase your main characters mind, at least have a little fun with it. My opinion, of course, but this is just for the hell of it.

Chapter One

Oblivion of Memory

A cold breeze brushed against his checks. He opened his eyes, but he should not have bothered; his surroundings were pitch black and he was freezing. He closed his eyes tight and curled his body into a ball to preserve heat. Soon, he drifted back into slumber.

He saw in his dreams flames and . . . a battle. There were many faces, blurred away in the passage of his dreams. It flickered before him, soon fading into an empty oblivion, a state he currently found himself in. He could not recall the reason for that battle or who was involved. Even the faces . . . they all dissolved into darkness.

He woke up again and stretched, reaching out to grasp . . . something. Anything. Where was he? He could not feel anything – in fact, it was like he was suspended in this place . . . wherever it was. He let his arms go limp. There was nothing beneath him, either . . . nothing above or below, or to his sides.

'Am I dead?' He thought immediately.

He inhaled deeply, trying to feel his body. The air was trapped in his lungs, where he held it a few moments before exhaling. The air was cold, however, so he starting coughing, which soon became hacking.

Well at least that felt normal . . .

"Damn that burns!" He yelled through stiffened breaths. His voice echoed around him, bouncing off of what? The blanketed space around him?

'So . . . what happened?' he followed the traces of his thoughts back and could only remember snippets. 'Before that, then?' He thought, though recalled nothing. 'Think . . . '

But nothing came to mind, though something felt familiar about the darkness. He could almost think of a battle. There were people there, close to him, important to him . . . so important that he can't think of a single detail?

'Come to think of it . . . ' His thoughts strayed, his eyebrows crinkled, 'Who am I, again?' How does one person simply forget everything? No . . . it had to be there. He turned his head to the right and squinted. The space around him sort of looked like fog, only it was black instead of a white haze. The wind definitely moved it around, he could make out some movement.

'Something about Destiny . . . ' He thought.

"Hell with this, I need to get out of here." He looked to his left and saw basically the same thing. He forced his weight to his right side, trying to roll over and push himself up . . . off of what ground, well, he was improvising.

He managed to flip over and was now facing the ground. He finally could see beneath him and he really wished he didn't look. His vision tunneled for a split second – not that anything had really changed, but looking down almost made him think there was a bottom. If he did start to fall, at least maybe he could move around a little easier.

. . . Unless it's a bottomless pit, in which case he's royally screwed.

"Come on, think of something else, dammit!" He growled at himself.

He put his arms under him, trying to – somehow – prop himself up, but there was nothing to give him that counter force.

"Argh, now what!?" He went limp again, feeling the cold air strike him, "I'm going to freeze to death (well, that is if I'm not ALREADY dead) if I don't get out of here soon!" He stared at the pit, "How am I even floating? This reaaally doesn't make a damn bit of sense!" While he was complaining, he noticed how his voice bounced back at him.

"There has to be a wall . . . or something . . . If I can just make it somewhere . . . maybe I can start climbing . . . now how the hell do I move?" He sighed heavily, really starting to get ticked off. He wondered, again, where he was. This was not normal by any stretch of the imagination. He wondered if anything else was around and if he could call out to them, but worried that would attract attention that was unwelcome. Like wild animals or . . .

Ghosts.

Ghosts? Why the hell did he think about ghosts!? He stifled a small whimper and focused on his bizarre task of getting out of this unknown predicament that he seemingly could not remember how he got into in the first place.

He felt a gush of air come from below. This was different from the others for two reasons; One – the direction was off and Two: it was hot, like dog breath. It also had a foul odor, so count that as three.

"What now?" He whispered, looking into the abyss. Something shifted down there. It was large and it vibrated the area.

"Ah come on!" He hissed, "Really? Just my damned luck . . ." He thrusted his arm behind him to grab his sword and . . . in the midst of trying to figure out his little problem, somehow did not realize he did not have his sword on his back.

"You. Have got. To be KIDDING me!"

The creature thing shifted again and a squealing noise rang in his ears. Was it pissed off? What did he do to it other than hover above it against his own will?

"Look, pal, I don't want to be here anymore than you want me here, so can you give me a nudge out of this place?" Now he was pleading with a . . . giant . . . whatever. "I'm losing my mind, aren't I?" He sighed, half accepting his fate.

'Fate?'

Interesting, he thought, but didn't think too much on it. Instead, he focused on the beast'?' under him that caused all sorts of noise and movement.

He began to see a bright red light. It was a giant eye, he guessed belonging to whatever creature. And then, as his eye met with the creature's, a chill ran down his spine and his body froze. He felt fear and he felt a dark power coming from this monster. But it was strikingly familiar.

He did not blink, and neither did the single eye. They were locked together. His arms lost tension and he felt his heart pounding in his chest, neck, and ears. There was a pulsating sound around him, as well, one that did not belong to him.

The beast screeched again, leaving his ears to ring and to feel like they were bleeding. Even so, the man did not blink or move. He felt his mind and body succumbing to the horrific gaze and was powerless to stop it.

His head grew heavy and his temples throbbed. His eyes started to shut, but he fought the urge. The weight of it wanted to pull him into a deep slumber, one he wasn't even entirely sure he would wake from.

"N-No . . ." He responded weakly. His body felt like it was sinking, drawing closer to the monster. His eyelids closed on him and he desperately tried to open them. His vision blurred, but he could still see the red eyes through the cloudiness. Ultimately, it felt as though his body grew tired and the breath was even being crushed out of him.

He gave into it, unable to resist it any further. He closed his eyes and fainted.