I've decided to write this into a set of ficlets between Magus and Guile. This takes place before Chrono Cross and after the Dream Devourer ending of Chrono Trigger DS.

Note that Guile's speech is more casual than it is in Chrono Cross, because he is eleven in this fic.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chrono Cross and Chrono Trigger.

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There were no other options. Surviving in a forest for a month would be tough, but Guile had to do it anyway. He believed that showing his resilience was probably the only way to regain Magus' trust; something that vanished due to him taking more than three months to master flight.

Hoping to find something edible, Guile rummaged the shrubberies in front of him. Unfortunately, he only ended up griming his hands with wet leaves.

Guile pulled back his arms, his gaze dropping to the leaves and twigs beneath his feet. Food was seemingly non-existent here, and this made him wonder if he could still be alive after a month.

But Sir Magus won't let me travel along with him if I give up…

Guile shuddered momentarily at the thought. His parents and most of his friends died in a military assault on his hometown, and since then, Magus was the only person he could rely on. He grew up with him. He learnt a lot from him. For Guile, Magus was more like his friend or even his uncle, although addressing Magus as one of them always resulted in a reprimand.

Face hardened with determination, Guile walked away, looking to the left and right cautiously like a predator seeking for a prey. He would not mind searching the entire forest only for food, as long as it would enable him to survive and be with Magus again.

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