Chrono Trigger
BOOK I
To alter Destiny
Chapter 1: The Millennial Fair
A few hours after sunrise, the sky was clear. The gulls were basking in freedom, soaring through the air merrily, without a care in the world (except to steal food from unsuspecting people that were gathered at the foot of the mountain).
"Crono."
There was a moan.
"Crono!"
Another moan.
"Wake up, Crono!" The voice was kind, soft, filled with love. The moans responding to it sounded like the most miserable sounds in the world.
The curtains were pulled open, and a sweet melody made by a bell began to play.
"Ah, Leene's Bell makes such beautiful music." The green-haired woman looked down at the flock of red hair popping out of the blanket of a messy bed. "You were so excited about the Millennial Fair that you didn't sleep well, did you? I'll be waiting for you down stairs. Come on, get up now."
The red hair belonged to a young boy with blue eyes. He was wearing nightclothes. He shooed the cat out of his room before he changed.
The woman was downstairs reading a book when the boy walked down the stairs. Dressed as he was, he looked ready to go on an adventure. On his brow was a white bandanna, and his neck was concealed by an orange scarf. The blue shirt he wore was fastened together in the front by a belt. The shirt went all the way down to his knees, and it was so big it made his arms look small. Under the blue shirt was a green shirt, of which only a part of the front and the ends of the sleeves could be seen due to the massive blue shirt. His khaki pants were tucked into green socks that went into plain brown boots. Hanging from the left side of his belt was a purple bag.
"Ah, I see you're finally up, Crono. Don't forget that that inventor friend of yours, umm. Oh dear. I seem to have forgotten her name!"
"Lucca," said Crono.
"Oh, that's right! Well, Lucca wanted you to come by and see her invention!"
"Okay."
"Well, have fun Crono."
"Mom, aren't you forgetting something?"
"Oh, that's right! Here's your allowance, dear. Now, go on out and have fun!"
As Crono stepped out of the door, he looked back. His mom was cooking. He closed the door and went to the side of the house, reaching into a bush. He pulled out a sword case. In it was a wooden sword he had carved himself on his spare time. He preferred not to let his mom see it. She'd have a heart attack if she knew he was fighting creatures in Guardia Forest. He clipped it onto the right side of his belt, and left the property.
Crono took in a big breath of the fresh air, and a smile came onto his face. He loved the outdoors. He walked to the Millennial Fair, only a short distance from his house.
The Millennial Fair was crowded with people. Some were alone. Some were in big groups. Lovers strode side by side. Everyone seemed happy. Crono walked to the north end. That's where Lucca's new invention was supposed to be. At Leene's Bell, he had a near collision with a girl in a hurry to go somewhere.
"Sorry!" the girl called back as she went off into the crowd.
Finally, Crono reached the north end. Two people were in his way.
"Excuse me," said Crono, politely.
"Sorry," on the left said, "Lucca's not done setting up yet."
"Oh, I'm a friend of hers," Crono said, "I'll be glad to go back there and help."
"Sorry, but we can't let anyone through."
"But, I know her! " said Crono. He looked past the men and could see Lucca and her father, Taban, working on what seemed to be two metal huts. "Just talk to her. She'll know who I am!"
"Beat it, kid! You can see the invention when everyone else does."
"Just talk to her!"
"She's busy and doesn't want to be bothered! Get away from here before I have you kicked out of the fair!"
Crono decided he would entertain himself elsewhere while Lucca finished setting up. He turned around and walked off.
At Leene's Bell, someone crashed into him, hard. Both him and the other person were knocked down. Crono got up and dusted himself off. He looked at the other person. It was the same girl he had had the near collision with earlier. She, too, was dusting herself off.
"Ouch, that hurt!" she said. She put her hand in the center of her chest. A look of terror swept across her face. "Oh no! My pendent! Oh, don't tell me I lost it! Shoot!"
Crono looked around, and saw a necklace on the ground next to him. He picked it up and walked up to the girl who was frantically looking around.
"Excuse me," he said, tapping the girl on her shoulder. "Is this what you're talking about?"
"Oh, my pendant!" the girl exclaimed, "May I please have it back? It has sentimental value!"
"Sure," said Crono. Rather than hand it to her, though, he put it around her neck.
"Oh, how sweet! Say, what's your name?"
"Crono."
"Crono? What a nice name. mine's. err. umm. Marle! Pleased to meet you! Say, I'm new here. Would I be asking too much of you if I asked you to be my guide for a while?"
"No, not at all."
"Well then, please lead the way!"
They walked off together. As they were walking, Crono took a look at Marle. She was very pretty. She had blue eyes, just like Crono. Her blond hair was tied into a ponytail. She wore a white suit with a golden belt in the middle. From under her belt, it went down to her ankles, which were wrapped by part of her fancy sandals. From above the belt, the suit stopped above her breasts, exposing her upper chest and shoulders. On her left side was a small green purse. She had bracelets on her right and left wrists, and on her right upper arm. She had a case on her lower back that stayed on because of a strap that went over her left shoulder. Slung on her right shoulder was a crossbow.
As they were walking, Crono saw something. There was an old man dressed in a peculiar looking outfit. He was short and plump. But more important than the man was what he was selling.
"Hold on a sec," Crono told Marle. Crono walked up to the old man, who obviously had a fine taste in weaponry, considering his collection. Especially his swords.
The old man saw Crono and greeted him.
"Buy something from Melchior, the Guru of- err- I mean, the swordsman?"
"Sure," said Crono. "What's your cheapest sword? I don't have a lot of money."
"The iron blade is 400 G. That's my cheapest."
"Great," said Crono, "I'll take it."
Crono paid Melchior and began to walk off when Melchior stopped him.
"Here." Melchior gave Crono back 50 G.
"Hey, thanks!" exclaimed Crono.
"How about returning the favor by talking that girl you're with into selling her pendant?"
"Oh, no. I couldn't! It has a lot of value to her. You couldn't get anywhere. So here." Crono was handing Melchior the 50 G back.
"Keep it. Even if you can't ask, it's still a favor from me. Run along now."
"Okay, and thanks for the sword!" Crono met Marle again. "Let's go to my house for a little. I need to drop something off." Crono was holding his new Iron Blade in his left hand.
Back at Crono's house, Crono took his wooden sword out of the case, and put it in the bushes where he kept his swords hidden. He couldn't bear to get rid of it, after all the hard work he had put into it, and all the great times he had fighting the monsters in Guardia forest with it. He slid his Iron Blade into the case and he and Marle took off.
On the way to the north end, they saw a little girl crying.
"What's wrong?" asked Marle.
"I can't find my cat!" cried the little girl.
"We'll try to find it, but I don't think we'll have much luck."
"There it is, over there!" cried the girl with surprise.
"All right, leave it to us," said Crono.
Crono and Marle approached the cat, which was a fair distance from the girl. Upon seeing Crono and Marle, it took off. They couldn't chase it; it went into some bushes.
"Sorry!" Crono called back, "We tried!"
Crono looked at the table in front of him, which he found himself resting his hands on. In front of him was a pink bag, with something that smelled delightful in it.
"Hey, get away from my lunch!" called an old man.
Crono and Marle quickly left, heading north again.
When they were almost there, to the point where Crono could see the two men from before were gone, a smile came upon Marle's face.
"Hold your horses! I want some candy!" Marle called as she rushed to a stand.
Crono groaned and followed. "Do we really have to do this?"
"What are you going to do?" asked Marle, and in a teasing voice, she added, "Drag me by the arm like some kidnapper?" Marle turned to the old lady behind the stand. "Oh, hi! I'd like some of this."
"Sure, young lady," the woman replied, and gave Marle the candy.
"Thanks for waiting," Marle said to Crono, "Let's go meet your friend now."
"Behold!" said Taban, enthusiastically, "The masterwork of my genius daughter, Lucca! Anyone who wants to give the telepods a try, step right up!" No one stepped up. Under his breath, Taban grumbled
"Don't everyone rush for them at once."
Crono and Marle approached Lucca, a teenage girl, just like Marle and Crono. Lucca wore an orange shirt, much like Crono's blue shirt, only it fit her better. Under it, she wore a long sleeve green shirt and black shorts that ended in the middle of her thighs. Just like Crono, she wore green socks that went into plain brown boots. On the right side of her leather belt was a small pack, the same shade of brown as her belt. On her left side was a purple purse that was slung over her right shoulder. Her big glasses couldn't stop one from noticing her gentle, blue-green eyes. The green top of the helmet she wore looked like a turtle shell. The bottom of the helmet, which ended just above her brow, was golden. Her left ear was covered by a communicator of some sort, which was part of the helmet, complete with an antenna of some sort and a microphone. The look on her face was one of distress.
"Crono," Lucca said, "No one wants to try my telepods! Can you try them out?"
"Are you sure they'll work right? Last time I tried one of your inventions, I-"
Lucca stopped him. "Quiet!" She hissed, "The crowd will hear!"
"Oh, sorry," said Crono, "but it's not like they're trying it now anyway."
"Come on! Please"
Marle looked at the telepods, then at Crono. She decided to speak up. "Come on, Crono! Don't let your friend down! They look harmless. What's the worst they could do? Actually, what do they do?"
"I'm glad you asked, young lady," exclaimed Taban, "It's quite simple. You step on the pod on the left, and when Lucca and I throw the switch, you'll be teleported to the one on the right!"
A worried look was coming over Crono's face.
"Come on, Crono," Taban whispered, "Please, help us out!"
"All right," Crono said, "I'll do it!"
"You're actually going to do it? What a fine lad!" exclaimed Taban. Lucca slapped him in the back of the head.
"That line doesn't come yet!" Lucca scolded.
"Oh, sorry," said Taban, feeling embarrassed. He cleared his throat. "Thanks for helping us out, Crono."
Crono stepped onto the telepod, taking a deep breath.
"Throw the switch!" Taban called to Lucca, who did so.
"Power to full!" Lucca called back.
"Roger!" called Taban.
Suddenly, parts of Crono were becoming bits of light, and before he knew it, those bits of light were speeding to the pod. In less than five seconds, Crono was in the other pod, reassembled, looking exactly like he looked before.
"Wow!" Marle exclaimed with delight. Her voice had more emotion than any of the other cries of awe. "What a kick! I wanna try too!"
"Huh?" Lucca finally noticed Marle, "Hey, Crono. Where'd you pick up a cutie like her?"
"We kind of. bumped into each other," Crono answered.
"Alright," said Lucca, "You heard how it works, so get onto the left pod." Lucca looked at Crono and whispered, "Crono, have you seen her somewhere before?"
"No, not that I know of."
"She looks familiar."
"Watch, ladies and gentlemen, as this vision of loveliness steps onto the pod."
"Don't go away!" called Marle, "I'll be right back!"
"Let's give her a great big hand when she reappears!"
Marle stepped onto the pod, an excited look on her face.
"Throw the switch!" Taban called to Lucca, who did so.
"Power to full!" Lucca called back.
"Roger!" called Taban.
Everything seemed okay, until Marle's Pendant began to glow. Marle took it off and looked at it. Suddenly, a blinding light flashed for a second, and there was a strange bluish vortex between the pods. Marle was pulled violently into the portal. The pendant fell out of her hand. It made a loud ringing noise when it hit the cold floor of the telepod.
"Crono!" Marle screamed, "HELP ME!"
The vortex closed with Marle in it. There was utter silence. The silence began to fade as the crowd began to talk amongst themselves.
"What's going on?" Taban asked, looking at Lucca, "Where is she?" Taban realized the crowd staring at him. "Umm, show's over, folks! Go on!"
The crowd filed out, little by little.
"Lucca, WHERE IS SHE?" Taban demanded.
"I. don't know what happened," said Lucca "Who was she? I know I've seen her somewhere before!"
Oh, no, Crono thought, I was supposed to be responsible for her! I have to do something!
Crono walked to the telepod and picked up the bronze pendant. "I'll save her," Crono said.
"You're actually going to do it?" asked Taban, "What a fine lad!"
"I can't just do nothing." Crono said.
"I'm sorry I have to send you alone," Lucca said, "But this is the only choice we have. Hang onto the pendant! That seems to be the key!"
Lucca and Taban got to their stations, and Lucca hit the switch.
"Power to full!" Lucca called.
"Roger!" Taban called back.
"More!" called Lucca, "Give me more power!"
"Roger!"
The vortex opened, and Crono was pulled in.
"I'll follow you as soon as I know what went wrong!" Lucca shouted to Crono.
"Alright!" Crono replied.
"Good luck!" Lucca called as the vortex closed around Crono, sealing him from the world.
BOOK I
To alter Destiny
Chapter 1: The Millennial Fair
A few hours after sunrise, the sky was clear. The gulls were basking in freedom, soaring through the air merrily, without a care in the world (except to steal food from unsuspecting people that were gathered at the foot of the mountain).
"Crono."
There was a moan.
"Crono!"
Another moan.
"Wake up, Crono!" The voice was kind, soft, filled with love. The moans responding to it sounded like the most miserable sounds in the world.
The curtains were pulled open, and a sweet melody made by a bell began to play.
"Ah, Leene's Bell makes such beautiful music." The green-haired woman looked down at the flock of red hair popping out of the blanket of a messy bed. "You were so excited about the Millennial Fair that you didn't sleep well, did you? I'll be waiting for you down stairs. Come on, get up now."
The red hair belonged to a young boy with blue eyes. He was wearing nightclothes. He shooed the cat out of his room before he changed.
The woman was downstairs reading a book when the boy walked down the stairs. Dressed as he was, he looked ready to go on an adventure. On his brow was a white bandanna, and his neck was concealed by an orange scarf. The blue shirt he wore was fastened together in the front by a belt. The shirt went all the way down to his knees, and it was so big it made his arms look small. Under the blue shirt was a green shirt, of which only a part of the front and the ends of the sleeves could be seen due to the massive blue shirt. His khaki pants were tucked into green socks that went into plain brown boots. Hanging from the left side of his belt was a purple bag.
"Ah, I see you're finally up, Crono. Don't forget that that inventor friend of yours, umm. Oh dear. I seem to have forgotten her name!"
"Lucca," said Crono.
"Oh, that's right! Well, Lucca wanted you to come by and see her invention!"
"Okay."
"Well, have fun Crono."
"Mom, aren't you forgetting something?"
"Oh, that's right! Here's your allowance, dear. Now, go on out and have fun!"
As Crono stepped out of the door, he looked back. His mom was cooking. He closed the door and went to the side of the house, reaching into a bush. He pulled out a sword case. In it was a wooden sword he had carved himself on his spare time. He preferred not to let his mom see it. She'd have a heart attack if she knew he was fighting creatures in Guardia Forest. He clipped it onto the right side of his belt, and left the property.
Crono took in a big breath of the fresh air, and a smile came onto his face. He loved the outdoors. He walked to the Millennial Fair, only a short distance from his house.
The Millennial Fair was crowded with people. Some were alone. Some were in big groups. Lovers strode side by side. Everyone seemed happy. Crono walked to the north end. That's where Lucca's new invention was supposed to be. At Leene's Bell, he had a near collision with a girl in a hurry to go somewhere.
"Sorry!" the girl called back as she went off into the crowd.
Finally, Crono reached the north end. Two people were in his way.
"Excuse me," said Crono, politely.
"Sorry," on the left said, "Lucca's not done setting up yet."
"Oh, I'm a friend of hers," Crono said, "I'll be glad to go back there and help."
"Sorry, but we can't let anyone through."
"But, I know her! " said Crono. He looked past the men and could see Lucca and her father, Taban, working on what seemed to be two metal huts. "Just talk to her. She'll know who I am!"
"Beat it, kid! You can see the invention when everyone else does."
"Just talk to her!"
"She's busy and doesn't want to be bothered! Get away from here before I have you kicked out of the fair!"
Crono decided he would entertain himself elsewhere while Lucca finished setting up. He turned around and walked off.
At Leene's Bell, someone crashed into him, hard. Both him and the other person were knocked down. Crono got up and dusted himself off. He looked at the other person. It was the same girl he had had the near collision with earlier. She, too, was dusting herself off.
"Ouch, that hurt!" she said. She put her hand in the center of her chest. A look of terror swept across her face. "Oh no! My pendent! Oh, don't tell me I lost it! Shoot!"
Crono looked around, and saw a necklace on the ground next to him. He picked it up and walked up to the girl who was frantically looking around.
"Excuse me," he said, tapping the girl on her shoulder. "Is this what you're talking about?"
"Oh, my pendant!" the girl exclaimed, "May I please have it back? It has sentimental value!"
"Sure," said Crono. Rather than hand it to her, though, he put it around her neck.
"Oh, how sweet! Say, what's your name?"
"Crono."
"Crono? What a nice name. mine's. err. umm. Marle! Pleased to meet you! Say, I'm new here. Would I be asking too much of you if I asked you to be my guide for a while?"
"No, not at all."
"Well then, please lead the way!"
They walked off together. As they were walking, Crono took a look at Marle. She was very pretty. She had blue eyes, just like Crono. Her blond hair was tied into a ponytail. She wore a white suit with a golden belt in the middle. From under her belt, it went down to her ankles, which were wrapped by part of her fancy sandals. From above the belt, the suit stopped above her breasts, exposing her upper chest and shoulders. On her left side was a small green purse. She had bracelets on her right and left wrists, and on her right upper arm. She had a case on her lower back that stayed on because of a strap that went over her left shoulder. Slung on her right shoulder was a crossbow.
As they were walking, Crono saw something. There was an old man dressed in a peculiar looking outfit. He was short and plump. But more important than the man was what he was selling.
"Hold on a sec," Crono told Marle. Crono walked up to the old man, who obviously had a fine taste in weaponry, considering his collection. Especially his swords.
The old man saw Crono and greeted him.
"Buy something from Melchior, the Guru of- err- I mean, the swordsman?"
"Sure," said Crono. "What's your cheapest sword? I don't have a lot of money."
"The iron blade is 400 G. That's my cheapest."
"Great," said Crono, "I'll take it."
Crono paid Melchior and began to walk off when Melchior stopped him.
"Here." Melchior gave Crono back 50 G.
"Hey, thanks!" exclaimed Crono.
"How about returning the favor by talking that girl you're with into selling her pendant?"
"Oh, no. I couldn't! It has a lot of value to her. You couldn't get anywhere. So here." Crono was handing Melchior the 50 G back.
"Keep it. Even if you can't ask, it's still a favor from me. Run along now."
"Okay, and thanks for the sword!" Crono met Marle again. "Let's go to my house for a little. I need to drop something off." Crono was holding his new Iron Blade in his left hand.
Back at Crono's house, Crono took his wooden sword out of the case, and put it in the bushes where he kept his swords hidden. He couldn't bear to get rid of it, after all the hard work he had put into it, and all the great times he had fighting the monsters in Guardia forest with it. He slid his Iron Blade into the case and he and Marle took off.
On the way to the north end, they saw a little girl crying.
"What's wrong?" asked Marle.
"I can't find my cat!" cried the little girl.
"We'll try to find it, but I don't think we'll have much luck."
"There it is, over there!" cried the girl with surprise.
"All right, leave it to us," said Crono.
Crono and Marle approached the cat, which was a fair distance from the girl. Upon seeing Crono and Marle, it took off. They couldn't chase it; it went into some bushes.
"Sorry!" Crono called back, "We tried!"
Crono looked at the table in front of him, which he found himself resting his hands on. In front of him was a pink bag, with something that smelled delightful in it.
"Hey, get away from my lunch!" called an old man.
Crono and Marle quickly left, heading north again.
When they were almost there, to the point where Crono could see the two men from before were gone, a smile came upon Marle's face.
"Hold your horses! I want some candy!" Marle called as she rushed to a stand.
Crono groaned and followed. "Do we really have to do this?"
"What are you going to do?" asked Marle, and in a teasing voice, she added, "Drag me by the arm like some kidnapper?" Marle turned to the old lady behind the stand. "Oh, hi! I'd like some of this."
"Sure, young lady," the woman replied, and gave Marle the candy.
"Thanks for waiting," Marle said to Crono, "Let's go meet your friend now."
"Behold!" said Taban, enthusiastically, "The masterwork of my genius daughter, Lucca! Anyone who wants to give the telepods a try, step right up!" No one stepped up. Under his breath, Taban grumbled
"Don't everyone rush for them at once."
Crono and Marle approached Lucca, a teenage girl, just like Marle and Crono. Lucca wore an orange shirt, much like Crono's blue shirt, only it fit her better. Under it, she wore a long sleeve green shirt and black shorts that ended in the middle of her thighs. Just like Crono, she wore green socks that went into plain brown boots. On the right side of her leather belt was a small pack, the same shade of brown as her belt. On her left side was a purple purse that was slung over her right shoulder. Her big glasses couldn't stop one from noticing her gentle, blue-green eyes. The green top of the helmet she wore looked like a turtle shell. The bottom of the helmet, which ended just above her brow, was golden. Her left ear was covered by a communicator of some sort, which was part of the helmet, complete with an antenna of some sort and a microphone. The look on her face was one of distress.
"Crono," Lucca said, "No one wants to try my telepods! Can you try them out?"
"Are you sure they'll work right? Last time I tried one of your inventions, I-"
Lucca stopped him. "Quiet!" She hissed, "The crowd will hear!"
"Oh, sorry," said Crono, "but it's not like they're trying it now anyway."
"Come on! Please"
Marle looked at the telepods, then at Crono. She decided to speak up. "Come on, Crono! Don't let your friend down! They look harmless. What's the worst they could do? Actually, what do they do?"
"I'm glad you asked, young lady," exclaimed Taban, "It's quite simple. You step on the pod on the left, and when Lucca and I throw the switch, you'll be teleported to the one on the right!"
A worried look was coming over Crono's face.
"Come on, Crono," Taban whispered, "Please, help us out!"
"All right," Crono said, "I'll do it!"
"You're actually going to do it? What a fine lad!" exclaimed Taban. Lucca slapped him in the back of the head.
"That line doesn't come yet!" Lucca scolded.
"Oh, sorry," said Taban, feeling embarrassed. He cleared his throat. "Thanks for helping us out, Crono."
Crono stepped onto the telepod, taking a deep breath.
"Throw the switch!" Taban called to Lucca, who did so.
"Power to full!" Lucca called back.
"Roger!" called Taban.
Suddenly, parts of Crono were becoming bits of light, and before he knew it, those bits of light were speeding to the pod. In less than five seconds, Crono was in the other pod, reassembled, looking exactly like he looked before.
"Wow!" Marle exclaimed with delight. Her voice had more emotion than any of the other cries of awe. "What a kick! I wanna try too!"
"Huh?" Lucca finally noticed Marle, "Hey, Crono. Where'd you pick up a cutie like her?"
"We kind of. bumped into each other," Crono answered.
"Alright," said Lucca, "You heard how it works, so get onto the left pod." Lucca looked at Crono and whispered, "Crono, have you seen her somewhere before?"
"No, not that I know of."
"She looks familiar."
"Watch, ladies and gentlemen, as this vision of loveliness steps onto the pod."
"Don't go away!" called Marle, "I'll be right back!"
"Let's give her a great big hand when she reappears!"
Marle stepped onto the pod, an excited look on her face.
"Throw the switch!" Taban called to Lucca, who did so.
"Power to full!" Lucca called back.
"Roger!" called Taban.
Everything seemed okay, until Marle's Pendant began to glow. Marle took it off and looked at it. Suddenly, a blinding light flashed for a second, and there was a strange bluish vortex between the pods. Marle was pulled violently into the portal. The pendant fell out of her hand. It made a loud ringing noise when it hit the cold floor of the telepod.
"Crono!" Marle screamed, "HELP ME!"
The vortex closed with Marle in it. There was utter silence. The silence began to fade as the crowd began to talk amongst themselves.
"What's going on?" Taban asked, looking at Lucca, "Where is she?" Taban realized the crowd staring at him. "Umm, show's over, folks! Go on!"
The crowd filed out, little by little.
"Lucca, WHERE IS SHE?" Taban demanded.
"I. don't know what happened," said Lucca "Who was she? I know I've seen her somewhere before!"
Oh, no, Crono thought, I was supposed to be responsible for her! I have to do something!
Crono walked to the telepod and picked up the bronze pendant. "I'll save her," Crono said.
"You're actually going to do it?" asked Taban, "What a fine lad!"
"I can't just do nothing." Crono said.
"I'm sorry I have to send you alone," Lucca said, "But this is the only choice we have. Hang onto the pendant! That seems to be the key!"
Lucca and Taban got to their stations, and Lucca hit the switch.
"Power to full!" Lucca called.
"Roger!" Taban called back.
"More!" called Lucca, "Give me more power!"
"Roger!"
The vortex opened, and Crono was pulled in.
"I'll follow you as soon as I know what went wrong!" Lucca shouted to Crono.
"Alright!" Crono replied.
"Good luck!" Lucca called as the vortex closed around Crono, sealing him from the world.