I don't own anyone here, just the story. Everything else, even the bandages (since they come from Guardia castle) belong to Squaresoft. I could consider the staff (not the people working, the weapon!) my creation, though…
This is what might grow to the sequel to Another life, but for now it's just an appendix.
Thanks to Starx and Spoony man for reviewing. As for your question about the Masamune, Starx… well, Charash is after all a fabled dragon, so isn't it proper that he's only vulnerable to a fabled weapon?
No really. Let's just use the explanation I might use in this possible sequel; dreamstone is a completely Light based metal and therefore very powerful against evil/Shadow. After that the Masamune sucked up a lot of power from the Mammon machine it became hardened for all sorts of magic, and also more or less unbreakable. This leads to very sharp edges that were able to cut up Charash's thick scales. Happy? ;) Anything for my readers.
Now, let's take a look at a certain someone! (I'm pretty sure you'd like to know how life turned out for this fellow…)

A look on another one

Chapter 1

For a long while the world was nothing but darkness. Then, slowly, a distant sound pierced the gentle dusk.

  A voice that drifted closer.

 "... Me the power of Water..."

 "Ngh..."

 "Na matala sela, don't move, na matala sela..."

  The young man blinked as golden stars carefully washed over him, easing the aching that ruled his battered body. He looked up at a familiar face.

 "Nice to see you..." he whispered.

  The figure that sat on his knees by the wounded one's side smiled a bit, bitterly.

 "The same to you," he replied but then sighed, "more or less. Don't move."

  He added the last as his patient tried to sit up but fell back with a groan.

 "It'll take me a while to heal you to the fullest, so keep calm."

 "How did you find us?" the patient muttered.

  A campfire sparkled somewhere behind his head, he could hear and smell it, apart from noticing the light. The young man's caretaker sighed as he wrapped up his friend's arm in a bandage.

 "I knew your route, after all," he muttered.

 "So did Ozzie..." the patient bitterly said.

 "Yes. And I came too late. Curse it all!"

  The caretaker dropped the bandage and with hopeless anger hit the grass with his fist.

 "I should have come with you!" he snarled, "I knew something like this would happen, damn it!"

 "It's not your fault..." the patient sadly said, "who would have protected the kingdom if we all had left?"

 "No, you don't understand!"

  Growling, the caretaker stood up.

 "I mean that I really knew about this!" he snarled in frustration, "I should have locked you two up in the dungeons to stop you from leaving!"

 "What are you talking about?" the patient asked, frowning.

  The caretaker sighed, his back turned at his friend.

 "There're a lot of things I more or less know about the future..." he finally said in a low, growling voice, "but I wasn't sure."

 "What?"

  Slowly the standing man turned around, and in the flickering light of the fire he suddenly looked haggard and  tired. It shocked the patient; he had never seen his friend like that.

 "There are things... that I've never told anyone here. And I can't tell you yet either, but someday I will."

 "But what..."

 "You'll understand," the caretaker said and sat down again to continue on the bandage, "but you'll have to see some of it with your own eyes. Now..."

  He sighed again.

 "What happened?" he ended the sentence.

  The man that was being healed closed his eyes in anguish.

 "I tried to help, but..."

  He gritted his teeth, and everything fell out at once.

 "... I couldn't do anything! And then when... when Cyrus... I couldn't even run because I was terrified! Damn it all!"

 "Hold still..."

 "He died so that I'd have time to run and I failed to do even that!"

  He frowned.

 "What... happened?" he stuttered, suddenly in horror as his memory caught up with something.

  His caretaker put the wounded arm down, slowly shaking his head.

 "At least you're alive, Glenn."

 "Wh-what...?!"

  With pain the healer watched his friend's horror as Glenn realized that his body didn't feel the same way that he remembered it to be.

 "What did he do to me!?" Glenn harshly whispered.

 "Had a little fun, I guess," the caretaker grimly said, glaring at the dark sky as if it was all its fault.

  With another sigh he pointed at the peaceful river and muttered a spell. At his command a shard of cleanest ice, like a mirror, leaped from the water into his hand.

 "Take a deep breath, Glenn."

  He held up the shard, reflecting his friend's face to him. Glenn's immediate, fully understandable reaction was a screech of horror. The caretaker pushed him back so that his wounds wouldn't get worse.

 "We'll fix it, I promise!" the unharmed of the two harshly said, "there's a way to reverse it, calm down!"

 "I'm a frog?! Ah...!"

  With a groan Glenn collapsed on his borrowed bedroll, taken aback by the wounds.

 "God, and Cyrus died in vain..." he almost sobbed, in shock.

 "Na matala sela..."

  Another healing spell eased the pain again, but couldn't help off the terror.

 "You were afraid," the caretaker grimly said, "that's human."

  Glenn groaned.

 "Sorry," his friend sighed, "but the Mystics invoke terror for everyone."

 "Except you," Glenn bitterly muttered, "you face death at least once a month and sneers."

 "That's because my assassins are second hand crap."

  The caretaker shook his head.

 "I've also been in Ozzie's hands, and I know the horror all too well," he grimly said, "you shouldn't blame yourself for being frozen in fear."

  Glenn blinked.

 "What, you?" he stuttered, "when?"

 "Many years ago. The only reason I got away... is a twist of fate you wouldn't believe at this point."

 "What are you talking about?" Glenn asked, puzzled.

 "I was saved, but mind you..."

  The friend pursed his mouth.

 "I could just as well have been the one to kill our knight and curse you, if the Mystics' plans for me hadn't been spoiled."

 "Janus..."

 "The spell Flea put on you will be broken if he dies."

  Janus reached out and picked his bladed staff from the ground.

 "Convenient, isn't it?" he growled.

 "You can't attack the Mystics, then you'll get killed for sure!" Glenn tried to exclaim, without much luck.

  It was more of a croaking. Janus sighed again.

 "I know. But one day, I swear, we'll kill those murderers and get you back to normal, Glenn. Until then..."

  He rubbed his forehead.

 "We'll have a hard time telling everyone back in town."

  Glenn groaned.

 "I might just disappear..." he miserably said, "there's no place for me there now."

 "That's not a good idea."

 "Everyone trusted in Cyrus! How will they react when they get to know that he's dead?"

  At first Janus was silent.

 "I understand what you mean," he finally said, "but we can't exactly..."

 "And what are you doing out here?" Glenn shot out, "you're supposed to..."

 "I had to find you!" Janus snapped, "should I just have left you to limp back in that form by yourself? I put that spell on you and Cyrus to know your state for a reason!"

 "The king and queen are far more important than I, and it's your task to protect them!"

 "Pha!"

  Janus stood up, frustrated.

 "I wouldn't say that I'm the one to protect anyone. Leene is not the target for all my assassins!"

 "But if you weren't there she'd be!" Glenn growled.

  They glared at each other.

 "Fine, have it your way," Janus finally grunted and sat down again, "but I'm not letting you just disappear. We'll make you a place, and that's that. You'll help me protect our royalties."

 "And how would you get me there, without letting anyone know who I am?" Glenn said in disbelief.

 "They know that I suddenly left without a trace, but I didn't tell anyone that it was because I felt that something had happened to you two..."

  Janus scratched his head as he thought aloud.

 "From now on you're an old victim of Flea, and if it hadn't been for you my latest attacker would have managed to bring me all the way to Ozzie's castle. It was a batcreature, with poisonous claws that made me loose consciousness. It tried to fly me to the Mystics, but when it had to rest you killed it. How about that?"

 "Be glad that you aren't the one making up your assassins..." Glenn grunted.

 "I hope no one listens and takes notes," Janus said with a slanted smile.

 "Heh... behind you!!"

  Janus whirled around at Glenn's screech, finding nothing at all. He turned back with a grimace.

 "Don't do that!"

  Glenn bitterly smirked, only for a second a bit lighthearted of the old joke.