The Saga of Chrono Trigger
An "Epoch" Poem
By: Novalon
It was a time quite far past but so,
It seems to be not so long ago.
The wind was whispering here and there,
That a light shined forth, that flew in the air.
Yet all this did not happen by itself, alone,
Without a young man, a warrior's spirit his own.
This young man fights as long as enegy doth last,
To fight for the world, and for the ages past.
Chapter 1: An adventure's beginning
It began one day at the Millennial Fair,
For better things could not be found there.
There games and prizes, people and dreams,
A perfect life, or so it seems.
A boy named Crono, skilled with the blade,
Made his way to the fair, for the games that he played.
Once there, in front of the knelling of Leene,
Came a fair lass, fairer than any other he'd seen.
After a bump and a thud, she cried out in shock,
"My pendant is gone!" T' was fate that did mock.
Being the man that he was, he went off at a run,
And found her extravagant pendant, that twinkled in the sun.
After a short introduction, the two became friends,
Her name was Marle, and the fates didst sends,
To the Machine of Lucca, where a wonder existed,
Though dangerous a risk, seeing it was insisted.
It was a thing of wonder, Lucca's best work yet.
And up stepped the girl that Crono just met.
"Let me try!" and he only agreed,
Lucca wondered of her, yet Marle followed her lead.
Up she stepped on the stage of metal,
Leapt up with the grace of a touching-down petal.
"Let the demonstration begin!" said Lucca with a yell,
And thus the machine rang a pitch higher than a bell.
It glowed a bright white, till fate once again,
Stepped up to the task and made stuff happen then.
To Marle, instead of what was insured,
Was taken to a place not many have endured.
A reaction of a pendant, of a lineage past,
Caused a temporal distortion, long enough to last,
And whisked the lass off to a far away place,
400 years ago, a war against her race.
And thus Crono watched, as the gate closed tight,
He stared up at the sky, in the calm afternoon light.
He said, "Something must be done, for the sake of a life,
For there should not be things like this to cause her strife.
Fire up the machine, Lucca dear, my friend,
Let me save this girl, and the gate shall send,
Me wherever it is that poor Marle was sent,
Start it up, quickly, so I can see where she went!"
Lucca nodded her head, and motioned to her dad,
Who ran to the other machine, where he had,
His instruments to pull off the task,
Of the telepod wonder, like Zeal's in the past.
Crono stared intently, his death-grip held,
The pendant mysterious, while the machine again knelled,
It's high pitched toll, and he was off with a flash,
To 600 AD, an age that had past.
Chapter 2: God save the Queen
The warrior tumbled, the portal shut tight,
He shook his head as he stared up to the Afternoon light.
Or was it near evening? His mind wandered around,
Yet others were watching, not making a sound.
His wood sword gripped tight, he looked around near,
For he sensed a great danger, so close to him, here.
The monsters jumped out, and with a fierce battle cry,
He dispatched the mere imps, he sent them to die.
He picked up his feet, and off with a run,
He found some more imps, and ruined their fun.
Out of the canyon he ran, the imps out of sight,
And he found a small town, in the dim evening light.
It reminded him of something, yet nought could he place,
He decided to inquire of one of his race,
Of where he was, but better we know when,
And thus he inquired of a man right then.
"A traveler you are," asked the man, "Lost your way?"
Crono nodded as he asked the place and the day.
With an odd gesture, the man finally talked,
"T'is 600 the year, and Truce where you walked."
T'was no more a surprise, than his own dying day,
For Crono did no know how he could possibly say,
That this place be his home, yet 400 years before,
A time of hard life, of heroes and war.
He wondered about this, and to the inn he did go,
And met a man named Toma, who he thought might know,
Where his recent friend had gone, or where she might be,
If she was even alive, he just wanted to see.
With his bar tab paid, the man said his knowledge with fear,
"I heard Queen Leene was captured… wait, what do you mean she's here?!
They found her? Well I guess I was wrong,
But it was in the cathedral, that I had heard all along."
Crono took this information with the grace of a friend,
And decided to inquire of the king just then,
Perhaps he might have heard of where the young lass went,
So up with a start, he ran out, hell-bent.
To the forest of Guardia, where he trained in his past,
With his trusty wooden blade, making his sword swings fast.
In he ran, passing the enemies in wait,
For it was too much for one, death could be the fate.
So sprinting he went, till the forest was behind,
And in front of the castle, he made up his mind.
To the guards he inquired, but they stood there and scoffed,
"Hey punk hair, who are you? We should have you offed!
You look like one of Magus', and surely you're here,
To capture our Queen, the one we hold dear."
"Now wait," said the other, "I don't think this so…
He couldn't make the cut! I think he should go."
Crono was about to sulk and leave,
But a kind voice rang out, to grant his reprieve.
"Halt!" a woman, "don't you know this man here?
This is my dear friend! Do I make myself clear?
He surely saved my life, before I was found,
Dispatching some imps with nary a sound!
Now apologize you two, before you're thrown in the brig…"
"We're sorry, dear sir." they muttered, not feeling so big.
The Queen smiled, "I thank you, Sir Crono, now come on in,
I'm quite happy to see you, wondered where you've been."
Crono nodded, yet he could not quite place,
How he knew this kind woman, except recognizing her face.
He followed her in, and he spoke to the lord,
Who thanked him for he deeds, yet Crono felt bored.
He ran up the Queen's stairs, to inquire her there,
To find out how she knew him, and if Marle did fare.
Into her room, he went while her maids stopped,
Left with quickness in step, leaving places where they mopped.
The Queen bid for Crono to come close,
And that he did do, much different from most,
Was this Queen he now knew.
She was Marle! Oh now, the fates must be kind.
To have followed his hopes, to follow his mind.
He embraced her as a friend, with happiness there,
But something was wrong, she began to despair.
And she disappeared in a blast, of shining blue light,
Crono's eyes bugged out, filled with much fright.
The dear lass had vanished, left without a trace,
Nothing less than surprise could be found on his face.
He left the room in a rush, yet what did he see here?
But his inventor friend, Ms. Lucca Ashtear!
"Crono!" She yelled, "I'm so glad you're around!
So where's the girl at, has she been found?"
Alas, he told her, with God's honest truth,
And she stood there with though, picking at her front tooth,
"I think I know what happened, her ancestor's in deep,
She's Princess Nadia, you fool! And Guardia's pendant you do keep!"
He realized he still had it, not giving it back,
He wondered why he did, why it he didn't lack.
"Perhaps," she thought, "the cathedral is the key…
We must go, take a look, we must find, we must see,
Where the Queen is at, where she must be at this time,
To save the girl, Marle, before fate's bell doth chime!"
Off with a flash they ran, with all of their speed,
To a holy place wronged, by evil, indeed.
They went inside to find Guardia's pin,
A thing of the Queen's, and then a battle they did win,
With the Nun's who had changed into monsters in haste,
Of course, they were mystics, against the whole human race!
They were dispatched with great speed, but one lingered on,
Set a strike upon Lucca, yet by then it was gone,
For a short knight had leapt, from the rafters above,
With a sword just his height, and a guise she didn't love.
"Lower thine blade," he said, noticing her loud scream,
"And the enemy doth enter." while he let off some steam.
"Ew, gross, it's a Frog!" she said, with disgust.
He sighed, "Thine trust I don't have, I will leave if I must."
"No!" for recognizing the warrior, he did,
It was the Green Knight, Frog, and then he had bid.
"Come with us, good swordsman, my friend shall desist,
For if she continues to complain, our company she'll miss."
"I guess I'll just deal with it… him, I mean…"
She said with a sigh, not feeling so keen.
"Good graces be here, thou may'ist call me Frog,
Now let us search the environs, perhaps take a quick jog,
To find the way into the complex behind,
Where the Queen is at, and quite sure will'ist we find,
The one behind this, can'st thou be'ith sure,
Whoever t'was, quite a damnable cur."
Crono had a thought, for the Chancellor seemed to be,
Something other than he looked, he just had to see.
Finding the way in, with the Organ, they went,
Took out all the enemies, reading messages that were sent,
To aid them to their goal, where the Queen was kept,
Past monsters they ran, over traps they leapt,
Till the room was found, where the Queen was in danger,
And there was a man, who couldn't be any stranger.
It was the Chancellor, indeed, nodded Crono with a smirk,
They would have to dispatch him and ruin his work,
To save the lass, Marle, and their weapons were drawn,
To take out the man, who had done a great wrong.
By capturing the Queen, who the whole country adored,
While the humans fought on, against the mystics they warred.
And amazingly so, the Chancellor changed,
Into a mystic, himself, and while Lucca fought ranged,
Crono and Frog struck with, an X motion quick,
Thick red lines wavered, where the strikes did stick,
The monster roared and attack, and though they thought all was lost,
They won the great battle against the monster's gigantic boss.
The Queen had been saved, and their friend as well,
They brought her downstairs, to bid the Frog-knight farewell.
She screamed as she saw, and to that he just croaked,
"Sir Crono, you are great, and I have not joked,
Thou hast the potential to be a swordsman so great,
That no monster could face you, without death as the fate.
Goodbye, mine dear friend, t'was a pleasure, indeed,
Now off I must go, mine sorrows I feed.
The Queen could have been saved, but I was not there,
To save her from evil, now I shalt truly despair.
Goodbye Lady Lucca, and Lady Marle as well,
As I leave you I hope that many Mystics you'll fell!"
The three made their way back, and Lucca did show,
The way for them back home, and home they did go,
Using a "key" to the gate, where the adventure begins,
Now you must all wait, for this chapter now ends.