A/N: Yes, yet another x-over from moi. I enjoy x-overs, as they're fun to write, and I hope they're just as much fun to read. This one is a little different than my others. This time, the worlds aren't mixing... not really. You'll see :)
I would like to point out that Chrono Trigger's protagonist, Crono, is a silent protagonist, therefore his personality is very hard to pin down. I'm doing the best I can with him, though.
Also pointing out that I'm changing things a little in CT's world so it won't be completely accurate for the game.
The disclaimer on my profile concerns this story too.
Eragon sat in quiet reflection after the Varden had settled from the battle in Feinster. He leaned back against Saphira's warm scales, watching a pair of birds flitting about in search of seeds. He had his sword, Brisingr, in its scabbard on his lap.
A sudden stir of unease made Eragon sit upright. Looking about, and stretching his conciousness out, he could not discern the source of the sudden sensation. Even Saphira growled uneasily, but nothing alarming was in sight or within thought. So what could the trouble be?
"'Tis time to face Lavos," Frog said when everyone, including Magus, had assembled at the Brink of Time.
"It is time for my revenge," Magus growled. Absently he pulled on his glove, a sign he was ready to face what will come.
"Time to save the world," Marle said, shooting a glare at Magus, who simply ignored her.
"Ayla fight," Ayla said. "Beat Lavos, Ayla no lose."
"We're the only ones who can do this," Lucca said.
"That is quite likely," Gaspar, the Guru of Time said, interrupting. "I wish you the best of luck in your endeavor."
"Let's go," Crono said, leading the group to the bucket that held the portal to 1999AD. They crowded around the bucket, activating the Gate within, and entered the time Lavos emerged from its long slumber to claim the surface of the world it was feeding off of.
They were before Lavos's terrible bulk, and each took their fighter's stance. Lavos gave a gurgling roar, but before the first blows could be exchanged, a Gate opened. Unfortunately, it wasn't just a temporal distortion.
"A Gate!" Lucca exclaimed, surprised.
"I will not be thrown again through time!" Magus declaired.
"This one's different! Look, Lavos is being drawn into it!" Marle noticed.
"It appears that so are we," Robo observed.
"No escape! Too strong!" Ayla said. And then there wasn't any time for more words as the group was thrown from 1999 A.D.
Eragon started in surprise as some kind of distortion made the air shimmer not fifty feet in front of him. The shimmering turned into rift of some sort, a bluish-blackness that deposited seven people before closing back up. The shimmering stopped, and the prone figures on the ground began to stir a bit.
Who are they? Saphira asked, peering at the group that just appeared before their very eyes.
Eragon didn't respond. He knew that Saphira knew that he didn't know. He was trying to work out the problem himself. But it wasn't just a question of who... it was a question where they came from. And until these persons woke up, that answer wouldn't be answered.
The question of how came into play, too. There was nothing that Eragon knew about that would explain their sudden appearance. He knew of no spell that would transport people instantaneously, as the spell to transport items instantaneously took too much energy to send something even the size of a dragon egg. And there were seven people.
One's a frog, and one metal, Saphira said, surprise coloring her voice somewhat. The one Saphira said was a frog was hidden from Eragon's view, and the metal one didn't seem to be someone clad in armor. And most were wearing strange clothes.
The man with the cape was the first to wake, grunting and rising. Next was the boy with spiky red hair, wearing a blue shirt and beige pants. The two looked at each other, then the redhead turned to start waking his companions, seeing if they were okay.
The metal one got up, and scanned the surrounding area. Eragon tensed as the creature's eyes fell on him and Saphira, but the creature continued to turn. Next up was a strange girl, wearing a teal colored long sleeve shirt with a dull orange tunic over top. Her hair seemed to be purple, and she wore a green and gold helm of some sort. She quickly ran to the metal creature for some reason.
Eragon listened to the thoughts of these people, or the thoughts he could hear. The metal one he couldn't hear, and naturally the ones not awake yet couldn't think. He couldn't discern anything threatening, though it was apparent that they were used to fighting. They seemed to be a bit confused, and for some reason a bit frustrated?
"I do not know where or when we are, Lucca," the metal one said in an eerie voice. It sounded... metal? Eragon wasn't sure, he just knew that no living thing sounded quite like that. Not even the Ra'zac or Lethrblaka had.
"It's okay, we'll find out soon enough, Robo," the girl checking the metal thing over said. "You haven't sustained any damage, though your circuits did shut down temporarily."
"Thank you, Lucca," Robo said.
"Lucca, help me wake Ayla and Marle? Frog looks about ready to wake," the Redhead called from crouching next to a girl in strange bluish white pants and strapless top. The girl was golden blond with a few reddish tones in her hair. There was another woman, in primitive clothing colored gray, that vaguely looked masculine with long, very blond, almost curly hair.
And as the Redhead had said, the frog, apparently named Frog, stirred and got up. "Where hath that vile creature Lavos gone?" it said.
"We do not know," Robo answered. "The Gate seemed to have taken us to a different place than to where Lavos had gone."
Lucca then succeeded in getting primitive woman up. The blond jumped up and got into a defensive stance before looking around.
"Where Lavos? Ayla fight, Ayla fight Lavos!" The woman said.
"We don't know where Lavos is, Ayla," Lucca said.
Then the pretty blond got up. "Where are we?" she asked. "That Gate.. did Lavos come here too?"
"We don't know, Marle," the Redhead said.
"Now that everyone's up," the blue-haired man said, "How about we go find Lavos? I won't rest until it's defeated."
"First, we should probably speak with that man over there, and the Dactyl-like creature with him," Robo said, gesturing towards Eragon and Saphira.
They just now notice us, Saphira said with some amusement.
Eragon lounged against Saphira's warm scales, hand casually on Brisingr. He put off an air of casual confidence, though his curiosity was eating at him.
"Greetings. Who might you be, where have you come from, and how?" Eragon asked, politely.
The blue-haired man humphed, and turned to scan the horizons, as if he could will the object of his search to appear. The Redhead answered, "I am Crono, and these are my friends. Marle, Lucca, Robo, Frog, Ayla and even Magus."
"I'm not you're friend... we merely have a common goal," the blue-haired man, Magus, growled.
"You joined our group--" Crono started.
"To fight Lavos... Even I can't defeat it by myself," Magus snapped.
"And you helped my other friends hatch the Chrono Trigger to save my life," Crono finished.
"Still within my best interests.. as you happen to be the least weak of all of you," Magus sneered.
"Say that again!" Marle said, "And I'll show you the power of my Ice spells!"
"Please, I know magic of every element," Magus stated derisively.
Eragon stopped lounging. He stood straight, and he held Brisingr still in a casual position, but in such a way as a warning of his prowess with the blade. It looked as if this Magus was going to cause trouble.
"We shouldn't be fighting amongst ourselves," Frog croaked. "We'll need our strength for locating and defeating Lavos."
Marle humphed, but didn't say another word. She shot a death glare at Magus, who only smiled a feral smile in response.
"That tells me who you are," Eragon said.
"We come from various times," Crono said. "1000 AD, 2300 AD, 600 AD, and 65000000 BC."
"I came from 12000 BC," Magus growled at the omission of his original time period.
Impossible! Saphira told Eragon.
They aren't lying, somehow, Eragon replied privately. Aloud he said, "How is that possible?"
"Time travel, idiot," Magus spat.
Before more words could be said, a humming was heard, and suddenly the Epoch appeared. Eragon stared at the ship, dumbfounded, unable to comprehend the mechanics behind it.
"The Epoch!" Marle whooped. "It followed us here!"
"What is that?" Eragon asked, finally able to find his voice.
"It's our time travel machine. It was modified for air travel, too, though that wasn't in the original design," Lucca supplied. "Before we got it we would have to find temporal distortions to travel to different time periods."
"It appears you confused our host," Robo said after a minute of silence.
"I'm still trying to figure out how its possible!" Eragon stated. "This sort of thing shouldn't be possible!"
"Looks like it's going to take a long while to explain everything," Lucca said.
"A large crowd seems to be coming this way," Robo announced, as he was facing the Varden's camp.
Saphira glanced behind her, and sure enough, a large group, lead by Nasuada, Orrin, and Arya were heading towards them. I think only Nasuada, Arya and perhaps Orrin should speak with these people first, Saphira said to Eragon. Maybe they can help us sort it out.
"My superiors and friends are on their way. Instead of explaining everything twice, why don't we wait until we can all speak in private?" Eragon asked.
"I don't like large crowds anyways," Magus glowered. "Never have."
"It would save a lot of talking," Lucca said. Maybe I can impress these people with my knowledge! She thought privately.
Fortunately, Eragon wasn't paying attention to individual thoughts, or he would have picked that up. He got from general intentions that while most of the group had become good friends, Magus's words about common goal seemed to be true. He also gathered that they felt they had some vast duty to do, and that they were the only ones who could do it.
"You haven't told us who you were," Marle said, suddenly realizing this.
"She actually has some brains," Magus quipped.
"I oughta take you out with my bowgun for that!" Marle screamed.
Magus just laughed. "As if you could best me in single combat."
Saphira moved quickly to insert her head between the two antagonists before a real fight could break out. The sapphire blue dragon growled warningly, a deep, throaty rumble that meant she meant business.
Marle was quick to calm down, and Magus just turned away. There was a collective sigh of relief, and Eragon thanked Saphira for stopping what was going to be a fight.
I don't want a fight to break out any more than you do, Saphira said, watching the blue-haired man intently.
"My name is Eragon, and I am Saphira's Rider. This is my dragon, Saphira," Eragon said.
"Dragon dactyl?" Ayla asked.
"She means 'Is the dragon a type of dactyl?'" Lucca explained at Eragon's confused look.
"What's a dactyl?" Eragon asked.
"Dinosaur, look like Saphira," Ayla said.
"What's a dinosaur?"
"Reptiles that lived long, long ago," Lucca said. "They came in a variety of shapes and sizes, the most fearsome being a Tyrano."
Dragons have always lived in Alagaesia, Saphira told Eragon, who relayed the message.
"Does not compute," Robo said. "No entry of Alagaesia exists within my memory banks."
"That might be why Lavos was drawn into the Gate as well," Lucca said after a moment of thought. "It's the only explanation for that. Lavos already exists in every time period we've been to, and it's difficult to imagine two of it in a single time period. So, something must have happened and that Gate opened up a portal to a different world."
"What's this about a different world?" Nasuada asked as she, the Nighthawks, Arya, Orrin, and his guards came up. "Who are you? And from where do you hail?"
"We're Crono, Marle, Lucca, Frog, Ayla, Robo, and Magus, and apparently we don't come from anywhere in your world," Crono said.
"That's impossible! There's only one world!" Nasuada said, unable to believe it.