The Queen of the Mystics
A what if Chrono Trigger Fanfic by: MasklessDuckman
I do not own any of these characters, and I now present a different kind of fanfic, so... Enjoy! -MasklessDuckman
Chapter 1: The Fall of the Black Omen
Schala was gazing from inside the Mammon Machine as the false prophet, the purple haired girl, and the odd frog knight attacked the gigantic machine. When the Ocean Palace began to collapse, Schala had been sucked into the Mammon Machine, but by the looks of this, not for long. The purple haired girl summoned a wave of fire, the red glass like surface that Schala was encased in, began to crack, the fire had made the little room in the Mammon Machine unnaturally hot, beads of perspiration began to drip off of Schala's forehead, she fanned herself with her hand, to her relief, the frog man released a wave of water, that cooled off the chamber, bringing much relief to Schala. Schala felt fear spread across her entire body, and a chill ran down her spine as she gazed into the prophet's eyes, they where very dark red, she could even make that out through the red glass she was looking through. His eyes showed years of pain, torment, sorrow. Schala wondered what had made this man so angry. The glassy surface in which Schala was encased was shattered, the three figures disappeared and Schala was dropped from the Black Omen, to the waters below.
Ozzie, the now failure of the mystics sat on his overly large throne. "Why did Magus have to leave? We could have won the war; the mystics could have ruled the world. "I think I have a solution." said a very feminine voice, a beautiful pink mystic, encased in a white dress, and a long white cape appeared, its long pink hair was in a large ponytail that drug the ground behind it. (Calm yourselves guys. It's just Flea.) "What are you speaking about Flea?" Ozzie asked, brushing off Flea's comment. "I discovered a spell, where we can bring the dark one here." Flea said. "How would that help?" Ozzie asked. "Well, we could do some... re-obedience training." said a tall bald headed purple mystic with a sword, stretching out a black leather whip, Ozzie smiled, "Good idea Slash." Ozzie said. Slash had been in charge of keeping Magus in line when he was a child, and was training him for sword fighting. More than once did Slash's whip meet Janus'(Magus') flesh, to this day, the whip remained Magus' only weakness, only that whip, much like the saying, the dog who is kicked fears the boot. "Let's do it." Ozzie said.
The three mystics gathered in a triangle, they had rehearsed the spell several times; all at once, they spoke, "Zihw eseehc. stnap yeknom. ydal ytterp a ma I. Ecnad em hctaw. (When you have some time to kill, read that chant backwards.) Bring us the fallen child of Zeal!" The three chanted it out loudly, a circle appeared in the middle of all of them...
Schala was descending towards the icy water, she knew that she wouldn't survive the impact as high up as she was, and even if she did, the icy waters would soon claim her. Schala's life began to flash before her eyes, she saw her mother holding Janus in her arms, staring contently at him, she saw Melchior giving her her pendant, she saw everything that had ever happened. Schala closed her eyes and clenched her fists, she waited for the splash, and the feeling of several knives of ice coursing through her body, but it never came, she felt herself thump harmlessly on a stone floor. Schala looked all around her, there where three creatures around her, there was a large fat green creature, he was twice as wide as he was tall, wearing a white robe (That looked like a bed sheet), there was a tall, frightening, bald headed creature with yellow eyes in front of her, it too was wearing white, and carried a very wicked looking katana at it's side. The third member looked like a woman with pink skin and hair, she wore a white dress and cape, and she was the least frightening and beastly of the three. "Who the hell are you?" Slash asked. "My name is Schala Zeal." Schala replied nervously. "Schala? That was the girl Magus used to always mentioned in his sleep. How did we get her? We said the words, Bring us the fallen child of Zeal." Flea said. "Uh fallen child? I thought it was falling child of Zeal?" Slash said, a sheepish look on his face. Flea knocked Slash on the head, "You numbskull! We don't have Magus! We have his useless sister!!" Flea yelled. "You... You three knew Janus?" Schala asked. "Yeah, we raised him." Ozzie replied. "Do you have a picture of him?" Schala asked. Flea pointed behind Schala, Schala turned around, there one the wall was a gigantic portrait of a man with snow white skin, his hair was a pale blue, he wore a blood red cape, and his teeth were vicious fangs, his pointed ears stuck out at the side of his head, he wore bronze plate mail armor to cover his chest, he was wearing brown boots and gloves. However, the most noticeable thing about him where his piercing red eyes, they seemed to glow. "The prophet... What did you do to him? What did you do to him?!?!?!?!?" Schala asked. "What did you monsters do to Janus?!?" Schala screamed. Schala's anger became great, she floated off of the ground, a great anger rose within her and she thrust a hand towards the three mystics, a black dome appeared near them, followed by a larger dome of light, then a wave of fire, a tidal wave, and two large blocks of ice. The three mystics smiled, "Maybe getting her here wasn't so bad. She's much stronger than Magus." Ozzie said, his sharp teeth glowing. Schala was gazing at her smoking hands, she had never been able to use attack magic before. Suddenly Slash seized her by the hair and began to drag her down a corridor, Schala was screaming, it felt as if her scalp was being pulled off.
Slash opened up a door to a dingy little cell and threw her in, "It was your brother's, that's his blood on the wall and floors, yours will be painted over it soon!" Slash said and closed the heavy iron door behind him. Schala lay down on the lumpy straw bed, she was sure this was probably where Janus had always gone to cry. What had they done to him, Janus always had such beautiful green eyes, and now they where blood red... and he was so pale, and his teeth were sharp, they had turned him into a monster. Then Schala's eyes widened with realization, they were going to do the same to her, Schala turned around and saw her name, crudely written in blood on the wall... tears streamed down Schala's cheeks.
A what if Chrono Trigger Fanfic by: MasklessDuckman
I do not own any of these characters, and I now present a different kind of fanfic, so... Enjoy! -MasklessDuckman
Chapter 1: The Fall of the Black Omen
Schala was gazing from inside the Mammon Machine as the false prophet, the purple haired girl, and the odd frog knight attacked the gigantic machine. When the Ocean Palace began to collapse, Schala had been sucked into the Mammon Machine, but by the looks of this, not for long. The purple haired girl summoned a wave of fire, the red glass like surface that Schala was encased in, began to crack, the fire had made the little room in the Mammon Machine unnaturally hot, beads of perspiration began to drip off of Schala's forehead, she fanned herself with her hand, to her relief, the frog man released a wave of water, that cooled off the chamber, bringing much relief to Schala. Schala felt fear spread across her entire body, and a chill ran down her spine as she gazed into the prophet's eyes, they where very dark red, she could even make that out through the red glass she was looking through. His eyes showed years of pain, torment, sorrow. Schala wondered what had made this man so angry. The glassy surface in which Schala was encased was shattered, the three figures disappeared and Schala was dropped from the Black Omen, to the waters below.
Ozzie, the now failure of the mystics sat on his overly large throne. "Why did Magus have to leave? We could have won the war; the mystics could have ruled the world. "I think I have a solution." said a very feminine voice, a beautiful pink mystic, encased in a white dress, and a long white cape appeared, its long pink hair was in a large ponytail that drug the ground behind it. (Calm yourselves guys. It's just Flea.) "What are you speaking about Flea?" Ozzie asked, brushing off Flea's comment. "I discovered a spell, where we can bring the dark one here." Flea said. "How would that help?" Ozzie asked. "Well, we could do some... re-obedience training." said a tall bald headed purple mystic with a sword, stretching out a black leather whip, Ozzie smiled, "Good idea Slash." Ozzie said. Slash had been in charge of keeping Magus in line when he was a child, and was training him for sword fighting. More than once did Slash's whip meet Janus'(Magus') flesh, to this day, the whip remained Magus' only weakness, only that whip, much like the saying, the dog who is kicked fears the boot. "Let's do it." Ozzie said.
The three mystics gathered in a triangle, they had rehearsed the spell several times; all at once, they spoke, "Zihw eseehc. stnap yeknom. ydal ytterp a ma I. Ecnad em hctaw. (When you have some time to kill, read that chant backwards.) Bring us the fallen child of Zeal!" The three chanted it out loudly, a circle appeared in the middle of all of them...
Schala was descending towards the icy water, she knew that she wouldn't survive the impact as high up as she was, and even if she did, the icy waters would soon claim her. Schala's life began to flash before her eyes, she saw her mother holding Janus in her arms, staring contently at him, she saw Melchior giving her her pendant, she saw everything that had ever happened. Schala closed her eyes and clenched her fists, she waited for the splash, and the feeling of several knives of ice coursing through her body, but it never came, she felt herself thump harmlessly on a stone floor. Schala looked all around her, there where three creatures around her, there was a large fat green creature, he was twice as wide as he was tall, wearing a white robe (That looked like a bed sheet), there was a tall, frightening, bald headed creature with yellow eyes in front of her, it too was wearing white, and carried a very wicked looking katana at it's side. The third member looked like a woman with pink skin and hair, she wore a white dress and cape, and she was the least frightening and beastly of the three. "Who the hell are you?" Slash asked. "My name is Schala Zeal." Schala replied nervously. "Schala? That was the girl Magus used to always mentioned in his sleep. How did we get her? We said the words, Bring us the fallen child of Zeal." Flea said. "Uh fallen child? I thought it was falling child of Zeal?" Slash said, a sheepish look on his face. Flea knocked Slash on the head, "You numbskull! We don't have Magus! We have his useless sister!!" Flea yelled. "You... You three knew Janus?" Schala asked. "Yeah, we raised him." Ozzie replied. "Do you have a picture of him?" Schala asked. Flea pointed behind Schala, Schala turned around, there one the wall was a gigantic portrait of a man with snow white skin, his hair was a pale blue, he wore a blood red cape, and his teeth were vicious fangs, his pointed ears stuck out at the side of his head, he wore bronze plate mail armor to cover his chest, he was wearing brown boots and gloves. However, the most noticeable thing about him where his piercing red eyes, they seemed to glow. "The prophet... What did you do to him? What did you do to him?!?!?!?!?" Schala asked. "What did you monsters do to Janus?!?" Schala screamed. Schala's anger became great, she floated off of the ground, a great anger rose within her and she thrust a hand towards the three mystics, a black dome appeared near them, followed by a larger dome of light, then a wave of fire, a tidal wave, and two large blocks of ice. The three mystics smiled, "Maybe getting her here wasn't so bad. She's much stronger than Magus." Ozzie said, his sharp teeth glowing. Schala was gazing at her smoking hands, she had never been able to use attack magic before. Suddenly Slash seized her by the hair and began to drag her down a corridor, Schala was screaming, it felt as if her scalp was being pulled off.
Slash opened up a door to a dingy little cell and threw her in, "It was your brother's, that's his blood on the wall and floors, yours will be painted over it soon!" Slash said and closed the heavy iron door behind him. Schala lay down on the lumpy straw bed, she was sure this was probably where Janus had always gone to cry. What had they done to him, Janus always had such beautiful green eyes, and now they where blood red... and he was so pale, and his teeth were sharp, they had turned him into a monster. Then Schala's eyes widened with realization, they were going to do the same to her, Schala turned around and saw her name, crudely written in blood on the wall... tears streamed down Schala's cheeks.