Fated Tryst Introduction

A few comments that should be noted... The chapters vary in length drastically, for one. The song written in the "Valador Jail Cell, 3:23 p.m." chapter is to the melody of "Yearnings of the Wind," a.k.a.: the Middle Ages world theme. Yes, the lyrics were written by me. This story changes points of view after every chapter, switching between Crono, Lucca, and Errol(original character). Last, but not least, enjoy, read, review...

Fated Tryst

July 3, 997 AD
Lucca's House
9:14 a.m.

"Aw, mom!" I complained, "Is it really necessary?"

She turned her head away from the window that she had been gazing out of, looked me in the eyes, and said, "Lucca, darling, you've been cooped up in this house ever since school ended. You need to get out, take a walk, get some fresh air every one in a while! It'll do you good." She seemed to frown, but only for a moment. "Please, dear, just take a walk. I remember when you would just die whenever your father wouldn't go hiking with you because of some infernal contraption he was..." Her voice trailed off into silence, and we knew why. I wasn't particularly eager to take that certain stroll down memory lane either.

She changed the subject, just as she always did. "You don't have any friends your own age," she stated more than asked.

I straightened my glasses, more out of habit than necessity. Besides Dad, I didn't really relate to anybody that well. Actually, I didn't relate to anybody at all. I never minded. Dad was always the best company, and all the kids at school always picked on me. After all, next to my father, I'm most likely the smartest person in Truce, maybe even in all of Guardia Kingdom. Most teenagers preferred to be friends with people on their intellectual level, and I was like a total stranger to them. Dad, though...

"What does that have to do with anything?" I asked Mom. "I don't need any friends."

She countered, "Everyone needs friends. Maybe if you go into town, visit the local stores, the Inn, maybe you'll make a friend."

As much as I didn't want to see it, there was a small probability that she was correct. I thought of an excuse, and told her, "I have to work, Mom. I have a wonderful idea for a matter-energy teleportation device, but if I'm busy socializing," I emphasized unnecessarily, "I'll never get anything done!"

"I'm not asking you to spend all your time out there, dear!" she returned. "Just a few hours or so, and just for today. Please, Lucca."