Well now. Here's a story. It's about Crono Trigger. I guess we'll throw
in some disclaimer stuff here . . . nahh. By the way, if you're not one
for backstory, skip to chapter two to begin the gruesome death. Yeah.
Lucca gazed out the bubble-dome cover over the cockpit of the Epoch. It was made of a strange plastic alloy that Lucca had spent countless hours trying to identify. Indeed, she mused with a smile, the hours spent at the end of time really were countless. Flashing by the vehicle was a fantastic display of color, with every color she knew, and some she didn't, playing across the abyss the Epoch knew so well. They played across space and time in the endless dance of the eternal, broad sweeps of depth and feeling, manifested into a shifting mass of light and darkness. She turned her head to follow one mass of color that she had never seen before, and, like as not, would never see again. Her line of sight ended up on the occupant of the second seat, the most powerful amphibian Lucca had ever met. Frog sat in the seat next to Lucca with a cloth and his sword beside his ever-present cape, which matched well with his sickly colored skin. Even before the hour of judgment, the green skinned creature had his thoughts turned to the shimmering blade of the massive sword he held. Lucca could only guess what was going on deeper in Frog's medieval mind. She knew he didn't fear death, but she wondered what it was that drove him toward this final conflict. Frog looked up with his broad, glassy eyes and Lucca realized with a bit of embarrassment that she was staring. She looked away from him and over to the other side, to the occupant of the third seat.
A mop of red hair in wild tufts that were restrained only by a sky-blue headband was placed upon his head, the tunic he wore matching well the headband on his crown. Tall leather boots that were worn from miles upon miles of travel shod his feet. In the boots were solid gold buckles, the only luxury their occupant could afford to have. A set of baggy tan pants that were stuffed into the aforementioned boots completed the outfit. At his side was a plain brown sheath of unusual length. The handle to the sword contained inside was unimpressive, but once drawn, the weapon within was an awe-inspiring sight, and woe to the being that was the subject of Crono's wrath when the Rainbow was unsheathed. His features were that of royalty, and his face, from brow to chin, looked like a master artist, the likes of which are seen but once every thousand years, had carved them. Although Lucca had never heard him speak a single word, she knew that his depth of thought was unmatched, and his inability to speak left him enough time for introspection to make him wise beyond his years. He sat, eyes closed, hands open, and his mind detached from the battle ahead, like he already knew the outcome. Lucca also felt, to some degree, that this couldn't really be happening. She was, after all, seventeen years old. She knew in her mind that she was traveling to 1999 AD to stop an alien from destroying the Earth, but she didn't really believe in her heart that it was even possible. To tell anyone else would have her laughed out of the town. But as the colors around her focused into shapes and landscapes and fine details, she realized that it didn't really matter now. All that mattered was the battle at hand. She reached back without looking and touched Crono on the knee softly. He was instantly alert and touched her hand to let her know that he was ready. Frog was twirling the Masamune in his hand and seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. As the cry of Lavos split asunder the earth and ears alike the three warriors unloaded from their time vehicle and prepared their power. And in the distance, Lavos beckoned.
* * *
Only when Glenn lost feeling to his right leg did he realize that they were losing their battle. Early on, a wild blast from Lavos's head had incapacitated Lucca, and now Crono and Frog stood side-by-side delivering blow after blow to Lavos's form. However, Glenn could not stand on his left leg alone, and, taking one last swipe at the gigantic alien, he too kissed the dirt. All he could do now was watch.
Crono stood ever silent as he saw his only backup fall. His sword stood ever ready before him, and his steel gaze fell upon his enemy's form. He bled profusely from a deep wound in his thigh where he had failed to dodge Lavos's burning sweeps. His left arm was shredded, with bits of flesh hanging off in a most sickening manner. This wound failed, however, to undermine his guard or slow his attack. As Lavos reared back to deliver another blow, Crono swept in and with a prismatic blur, he struck Lavos deep in what was perceived to be its chest. A primal scream emerged from deep within it, and Chrono was swept into the chamber wall with a sickening thud. The law of gravity took effect and Crono fell in a heap to the ground. Lavos was about to declare itself victorious when the stubborn boy rose once more to his feet. The monster was startled for a moment, with anger rather than shock. The foolish creature would not die!
Crono smiled.
It took Lavos only a moment to realize that its opponent was about to unleash something the likes of which it had never seen before. A moment too late.
Crono stood, his body abused, his clothing in tatters, his scabbard destroyed, his sword bent. As he did so, space bent around him and Newton's laws disappeared. A bolt of green power blasted out of the empty heavens and struck the boy-man. He did not show any sign of discomfort or even seem to notice. The crackling power began to wrench the earth with alarming frequency, and chunks of rock and metal spewed up into the air. Crono dropped his weapon as the force of gravity that a moment ago had flung him to the bottom of the cavern lost its hold on him and he began to rise up into the air. Electrical discharge filled the cavern, striking boy and creature in turn. Lavos writhed in agony at the sudden destruction of its blood stream, but Crono seemed to thrive on it, grow with it, and nurture it. His left arm, a mass of charred flesh and shattered bone, hung by his side, but his right was outstretched, reaching for his enemy. Inside his palm, a glowing green sphere of light began to expand. Frog watched in awe as his friend's power took shape and form, became something greater than either of them, grew until Crono could not hold in within him any longer and not be broken.
So, hovering there in Lavos's face, he released it.
Lavos could not, for a moment, understand what was happening. His body would not respond. His brain couldn't function. Then he knew. The raw unadulterated power the boy possessed went far beyond anything Lavos could withstand. His being fell apart, his knowledge slipped away. The bonds connecting the atoms that he was composed of could not weather the onslaught, and Lavos dissolved away into the Abyss.
Lucca gazed out the bubble-dome cover over the cockpit of the Epoch. It was made of a strange plastic alloy that Lucca had spent countless hours trying to identify. Indeed, she mused with a smile, the hours spent at the end of time really were countless. Flashing by the vehicle was a fantastic display of color, with every color she knew, and some she didn't, playing across the abyss the Epoch knew so well. They played across space and time in the endless dance of the eternal, broad sweeps of depth and feeling, manifested into a shifting mass of light and darkness. She turned her head to follow one mass of color that she had never seen before, and, like as not, would never see again. Her line of sight ended up on the occupant of the second seat, the most powerful amphibian Lucca had ever met. Frog sat in the seat next to Lucca with a cloth and his sword beside his ever-present cape, which matched well with his sickly colored skin. Even before the hour of judgment, the green skinned creature had his thoughts turned to the shimmering blade of the massive sword he held. Lucca could only guess what was going on deeper in Frog's medieval mind. She knew he didn't fear death, but she wondered what it was that drove him toward this final conflict. Frog looked up with his broad, glassy eyes and Lucca realized with a bit of embarrassment that she was staring. She looked away from him and over to the other side, to the occupant of the third seat.
A mop of red hair in wild tufts that were restrained only by a sky-blue headband was placed upon his head, the tunic he wore matching well the headband on his crown. Tall leather boots that were worn from miles upon miles of travel shod his feet. In the boots were solid gold buckles, the only luxury their occupant could afford to have. A set of baggy tan pants that were stuffed into the aforementioned boots completed the outfit. At his side was a plain brown sheath of unusual length. The handle to the sword contained inside was unimpressive, but once drawn, the weapon within was an awe-inspiring sight, and woe to the being that was the subject of Crono's wrath when the Rainbow was unsheathed. His features were that of royalty, and his face, from brow to chin, looked like a master artist, the likes of which are seen but once every thousand years, had carved them. Although Lucca had never heard him speak a single word, she knew that his depth of thought was unmatched, and his inability to speak left him enough time for introspection to make him wise beyond his years. He sat, eyes closed, hands open, and his mind detached from the battle ahead, like he already knew the outcome. Lucca also felt, to some degree, that this couldn't really be happening. She was, after all, seventeen years old. She knew in her mind that she was traveling to 1999 AD to stop an alien from destroying the Earth, but she didn't really believe in her heart that it was even possible. To tell anyone else would have her laughed out of the town. But as the colors around her focused into shapes and landscapes and fine details, she realized that it didn't really matter now. All that mattered was the battle at hand. She reached back without looking and touched Crono on the knee softly. He was instantly alert and touched her hand to let her know that he was ready. Frog was twirling the Masamune in his hand and seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. As the cry of Lavos split asunder the earth and ears alike the three warriors unloaded from their time vehicle and prepared their power. And in the distance, Lavos beckoned.
* * *
Only when Glenn lost feeling to his right leg did he realize that they were losing their battle. Early on, a wild blast from Lavos's head had incapacitated Lucca, and now Crono and Frog stood side-by-side delivering blow after blow to Lavos's form. However, Glenn could not stand on his left leg alone, and, taking one last swipe at the gigantic alien, he too kissed the dirt. All he could do now was watch.
Crono stood ever silent as he saw his only backup fall. His sword stood ever ready before him, and his steel gaze fell upon his enemy's form. He bled profusely from a deep wound in his thigh where he had failed to dodge Lavos's burning sweeps. His left arm was shredded, with bits of flesh hanging off in a most sickening manner. This wound failed, however, to undermine his guard or slow his attack. As Lavos reared back to deliver another blow, Crono swept in and with a prismatic blur, he struck Lavos deep in what was perceived to be its chest. A primal scream emerged from deep within it, and Chrono was swept into the chamber wall with a sickening thud. The law of gravity took effect and Crono fell in a heap to the ground. Lavos was about to declare itself victorious when the stubborn boy rose once more to his feet. The monster was startled for a moment, with anger rather than shock. The foolish creature would not die!
Crono smiled.
It took Lavos only a moment to realize that its opponent was about to unleash something the likes of which it had never seen before. A moment too late.
Crono stood, his body abused, his clothing in tatters, his scabbard destroyed, his sword bent. As he did so, space bent around him and Newton's laws disappeared. A bolt of green power blasted out of the empty heavens and struck the boy-man. He did not show any sign of discomfort or even seem to notice. The crackling power began to wrench the earth with alarming frequency, and chunks of rock and metal spewed up into the air. Crono dropped his weapon as the force of gravity that a moment ago had flung him to the bottom of the cavern lost its hold on him and he began to rise up into the air. Electrical discharge filled the cavern, striking boy and creature in turn. Lavos writhed in agony at the sudden destruction of its blood stream, but Crono seemed to thrive on it, grow with it, and nurture it. His left arm, a mass of charred flesh and shattered bone, hung by his side, but his right was outstretched, reaching for his enemy. Inside his palm, a glowing green sphere of light began to expand. Frog watched in awe as his friend's power took shape and form, became something greater than either of them, grew until Crono could not hold in within him any longer and not be broken.
So, hovering there in Lavos's face, he released it.
Lavos could not, for a moment, understand what was happening. His body would not respond. His brain couldn't function. Then he knew. The raw unadulterated power the boy possessed went far beyond anything Lavos could withstand. His being fell apart, his knowledge slipped away. The bonds connecting the atoms that he was composed of could not weather the onslaught, and Lavos dissolved away into the Abyss.