Author's Notes: I have finally returned, and I hope to keep this one going! I want to apologize however if my updates are slow. Things have been going on and I've been trying to keep it all together.

The idea for this story came from a good friend of mine, who suggested that maybe someone would want to keep the story on track, but it doesn't work out. I was originally going to try it as a Suikoden story, but as I don't know the first game well enough, I decided to switch it to Chrono Cross. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing in Chrono Cross

The girl fought to open her eyes, only able to do so slightly. She couldn't see anything aside from the color of blue, and yet she didn't feel like she was in water. Yet, she did feel like she was floating on waves. Whatever it was pushed her forward, doing so gently like it was guiding her somewhere.

Feeling fear rising in her heart, the girl tried once more to open her eyes fully, and this time she was successful. She tried moving her head a little to try to get a better look at her surroundings. But try as she might, she couldn't seem to move it. With a slight gasp, she tried one more time, but was unable. All she could do was stare ahead at the blueness around her, and some bubbles.

Panic began to engulf the girl, doing all she could to move her arms, her legs, anything to help her through this. Once again, her effort proved fruitless. But if she didn't move, she was sure she was going to drown! Just as she was about to expect the worst, she noticed something, like an odd energy surrounding her. Was it allowing her to breathe, and was it the reason she couldn't move a single muscle?

Doing her best to relax, with very minimal success, she puzzled over how she had gotten to where she was. She closed her eyes to think, only barely catching the sight of some strands of her blonde hair flowing as she did so. Worry gnawed at her heart as she tried to recall the last thing that happened, and while she wasn't sure if what she was thinking of was the case, one thing did spring to mind. Staring out of her bedroom window, smiling as she saw the moon, and then thinking for just the briefest instant that she saw another moon close to it. The last thing she could recall was a woman's voice calling her name.

Suddenly, the feeling of being pushed forward ceased, feeling and movement returned to her limbs. It was then, with a gasp that she noticed something she didn't before, but whether it was from her earlier panic, she wasn't sure. With a gasp of pain, she turned herself to her back, feeling sand underneath her fingers and reached over to hold her arm. It didn't feel like it was broken as far as she could tell, but it felt sore and she had no idea how it felt that way. She opened her green eyes for a moment, closing them again to shield them from the sun.

"Hey!" a voice called to her worriedly. "Are you okay?"

The blonde groaned and slowly opened her eyes once more, thankful to seeing a shadowy figure blocking the sun's rays. She blinked a little to get her vision back, and once she did she was unable to hold back a gasp. Looming over her was a young man whose purple hair could be seen poking out of his orange bandanna, and purple eyes that was looking at her with concern. He was wearing a black undershirt with a gray vest and baggy looking blue shorts.

"No… it can't be… can it?" the girl thought to herself, unable to believe what she was seeing.

"Are you alright?" the boy asked again, reaching out with his hand. The girl accepted the gesture, managing to pull her hand off of her arm for a moment to do so, allowing him to pull her to her feet. She struggled to stay standing and would have fallen off of her feet if the young man wasn't holding her. "Don't worry," he said in a gentle tone, almost soothing in fact. "I got you."

"T… thank you," the girl answered weakly, only barely finding her voice. She cringed a little as she didn't like how hoarse she sounded. Just how long was she out of it?

"You're welcome," the boy answered, the look of concern returning to his features. "What happened to you? You don't look so good."

She wasn't sure what to say and went silent for a while. She could only guess how she looked, but even then she would admit that she could be in worse condition. Her blonde hair was in tangles and her pink shirt and white shorts were a mess, with a rip on her right sleeve of her shirt. She closed her green eyes for a moment before she slowly shook her head and opened them again.

"I… I don't know…" she admitted, the worry and fear growing in her once more. "I don't remember what happened to me."

"Do you remember anything at all?" the young man inquired.

For a moment, she didn't want to answer. Aside from a slight gap of memory, she knew she didn't have amnesia. And yet, the situation she suddenly found herself in just didn't make sense to her. And she also didn't want to say she knew who he was, doing as best as she could to suppress the urge to say she did. Taking a deep breath, she nodded her head. "I… I haven't forgotten everything… if that is what you mean, but…"

"Shh, you shouldn't talk much," the boy advised, sensing the girl's trouble to speak right then. "Come on, I'll take you back to my village. You don't need to worry, no one will hurt you there." His voice was so gentle and reassuring that most of her fear seemed to vanish and the girl allowed herself to relax. "We'll go to my home and my mom and I will take care of you. I'm Serge by the way."

"I know," the girl wanted to say, but was able to stop herself. "I… I'm Skye."

"Skye?" Serge repeated. He went silent for a moment, but then he smiled a little. "That's a pretty name. Come on, let's go."

Skye didn't resist as Serge moved her forward carefully, step by step. She didn't feel the need to go against him, because she knew she could trust him. And yet, deep inside, something screamed that this wasn't right. That she shouldn't even be here right now. And yet, she felt as if she was given no choice at all.