To GamerJay: Thanks. Actually, Falco can't sing. But he likes to think he can.

II

Outside of the bar, the group found utter chaos. Traffic was at a standstill, on the ground and on several skyways above. People ran through the maze of vehicles in the street.

"This is not good," Falco said.

"Look over there!" Krystal pointed down into the valley, where downtown Corneria City was, glass skyscrapers rising out of the lush dense forests. Another volley of fighter jets screamed overhead, into the valley. Emergency vehicles buzzed aimlessly around buildings.

They all slowly looked upward and saw it, the lightning filled black cloud encroaching upon the city.

The prince turned swiftly, "We have to get to your ship and get off this-"

A deafening roar boomed through the valley and up the mountain sides. Everyone covered their ears, felt it in their chests. The ground shook, thousands of bolts shot from the cloud, into buildings, aimlessly into the mountains, one zapping toward them, shooting overhead, creating shadows. Krystal screamed and threw herself into Fox's hold. Downtown lit up in brilliant mushrooms of fire, glass buildings exploding out like shattering raindrops. The valley darkened as every light, buildings, towers, streets, flickered out. Rivers of flames spider-webbed through the valley, roaring through darkened buildings illuminated by car headlights, blasting through everything. Smaller bolts zapped from the cloud, striking random fighter jets in the sky, sending them careening into the mountains and the city, some blowing up before they even hit the firestorm below.

"Dear God!" Fox shouted, unable to hear his own voice. The power outage swept up the ridges, grids blacking out one by one, thumping past them, up the mountains. "We're being annihilated!"

The prince grabbed Fox by the arms again, trying to shout at him, but the wind and the roaring created only a whispering mouth, curtained in windswept red hair. "Fox! You have to understand! This is all inconsequential! You have to understand that this is only one timeline, one universe out of infinity! We can stop this! But we have to live first! We have to get off the planet! We have to get to your ship!"

Fox, still holding Krystal close, turned to look at their small group. Falco, Rayet, and Croy were terrified, holding their instruments. People in the street now ran in screaming car lit panic around them. A small few were brave enough to simply watch the orange glow from the edge of the ridge, standing in statue-still awe. Cars above ignored the designated skyways and were now criss-crossing dangerously, scattering through the sky.

"Fox!" The prince shouted. "Your ship!"

Fox nodded, rather dazed, looking around. "We came in a cab. I don't know, we could-"

Rayet pushed forward, "We'll take the band van!"

"Band van?" The prince questioned.

"Yeah! It can hold all of us for sure!"

"We don't have a choice!" Falco yelled. "C'mon on!"

Once in the air, they zoomed away from the city into the dark forests and suburbs. Luckily the hangars that held the Great Fox at Air Base Beta were far away from downtown. Rayet drove and Falco sat in the passenger seat. Fox, Krystal, and Prince Orbion were in the back seat, while Croy sat cramped in the back with miscellaneous band equipment, the rest of which was still in the bar.

"So that's what this Arc Ycrio does?" Fox questioned to no one, rage brimming. "He just destroys things aimlessly? That's how he gets things done? He doesn't talk? He doesn't reason?"

Prince Orbion was sitting right next to him. "Yes. Fox I'm sorry your planet is falling victim to this evil."

"You're sorry? I can't even think of how many people just died right now, in the past twenty minutes."

"You have to understand," the prince said. "Those people are only dead once."

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Fox shouted. "Dead once?!"

"Fox please," Krystal cooled.

"No! I'm tired of this vague double talk. Once someone dies, they're gone! That's it! There is no second or third or fourth."

"No," the prince said. "Just infinity. Which I suppose you can't comprehend."

Fox exhaled in disgust. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Exactly my point," the prince said.

"Guys!" Krystal scolded. "We can't do this. We can't be fighting like this. Fox, even if you weren't apart of this destiny Prince Orbion speaks of, you'd still be doing everything in your power to stop this cloud, this Arc Ycrio, right?"

"Of course. I'd be in the air right now taking it down."

"Right, but you can't. It wouldn't work. We've seen its power. You'd be killed. And right now you feel helpless because you know that fighting him in your usual form, which is in an Arwing, wouldn't work. As a result you're getting defensive and it's helping no one."

"Thanks for the analysis."

Krystal put her hands on Fox's arm, urging him. "So I think we should follow what Prince Orbion says, and right now he says to get off Corneria. So let's just do that, and not fight okay?"

They were silent.

"Great," Krystal said sitting back, hugging herself. "I'm glad we could agree on that."

After a few beats of silence, just the rumble of the hovermotor, Rayet spoke up. "So what does this Arc Ycrio want? What is he after? Why does he want to kill you and destroy Titania?"

"He doesn't want to destroy Titania," the prince said. "He wants power. He wants to enslave Lylat in as many multiverses and timelines as possible and he needs the Titanian bells to do that. And he wants to kill me because I'm the only one who can stop him."

"Bells?" Krystal echoed. She touched her necklace. "That's why you were interested in this, my necklace."

"Yes," the prince said. "The bell on your necklace contains one-fourth of the power needed to destroy Arc Ycrio."

Fox rubbed his face. "How is that even possible? I bought that necklace in a pawn shop."

Krystal slinked away from him. "You bought it where?"

"Uh oh," Falco mumbled.

Fox cringed. "I mean. Well yeah, I bought it in a pawn shop. But it's not like I went there thinking I'd get you a gift there… per say. I was just browsing, and the moment I saw this necklace I knew you'd like-"

"You couldn't go to an actual jewelry store?"

Fox was tongue tied. "I. Well. I mean look how special it turned out! Sweetheart, you're wearing one-fourth of the power needed to save Lylat."

"I don't like being called sweetheart. This could have been stolen from someone, or something else awful. That's how things land up in a pawn shop."

Prince Orbion spoke up. "You shouldn't blame Fox for the location he bought you this necklace. He didn't find the necklace. The necklace found him. I'm quite sure it was the Queen of Titania who placed it in a location where Fox would encounter it."

"Right," Krystal huffed. "A place like a pawn shop, where Fox would buy me something."

Fox looked at the prince. "Nice try, thanks."

Rayet looked over his shoulder, "Do I have to turn this van around guys? C'mon."

Krystal dropped her hands onto her skirt. "You know what, it's fine. It doesn't matter. It's the thought that counts. Thank you Fox. Thank you for the necklace."

Croy did a bad Krystal impression, going high-voiced and proper, "Yes Fox, thank you for buying me this piece of crap necklace that's dragged us into this three gazillion year old quest."

They turned slowly around to look at him.

"Joking!" Croy stammered, scooting back. "I was joking. Ignore me. I'm drunk."

Falco cut in, "Okay. I got a question, Prince uh… Orbion, Orby, Orb. Can I call you Orb?"

"You can."

"Cool. Orb. We're fine with taking off in the Great Fox and everything, but you don't have a ship of your own or anything? I mean, how did you get here?" Falco watched the red fox in his flip down mirror.

The prince said, "I came here in a glapherim."

"Glapherim?" Krystal asked.

"It's a form of travel my people use… well, used, back at the peak of our civilization. We were space faring. The glapherim is a glass like orb, but not glass, it's a form of energy. It can travel with another form of energy. I'm not sure how to explain it, but it goes where you think."

They were silent for a moment. Croy broke the silence. "…Where you think what?"

"No I mean literally, where you think. It goes to a location you think of."

"Oh! I'm dumb," Croy leaned back. "I'm just going to sit back here and not talk."

"Sounds cool," Rayet said in the front. "So can we escape in that too?"

"I'm afraid not. A glapherim is just big enough to hold one of my people. It might be possible to squeeze in one more person, but it just wouldn't be pleasant, especially not for a long journey. And from what I understand if two people are in one glapherim and they think of two different places, they'll be instantly destroyed."

"Great." Fox scratched his head, using a new calmer voice. "So this glapherim, it travels through time too?"

"Yes, though, this is actually the first time I've ever traveled through time, at least beyond a hundred years."

"Great, that's reassuring. Now I have a question. It's simple. It comes from my simple mind after all."

"Alright."

"Okay, if we're going on a journey where we have to travel through time, how exactly do we accomplish that in the Great Fox. I'm not sure if you know this, but us Cornerians, here in this time period at least, don't have time travel."

The prince didn't skip a beat. "The mechanics of it are quite simple. Any vessel with the right kind of power is able to traverse time. I think I'll be able to do the same for your Great Fox."

"You think?" Fox questioned. "So you don't know for sure?" Krystal was about to start saying something, but Fox stopped her. "Alright alright, I won't complain anymore. I'll just go with the flow, helpless, like you said."

There was silence again for a while, hovermotor switching gears. This time Prince Orbion spoke up. "Are we near to where this Great Fox is?" he asked anxiously.

"Yeah," Fox said looking out the window, down at the hundreds of small houses all exact copies of each other, sitting on idyllic suburban streets with their perfect square backyards. Some had lights on, some off. He imagined families crowded around their holosets, holding their loved ones close in uneasy fear, others sleeping, oblivious. Fox turned away, "Why? What else is going to happen? Are we running out of time in some way?"

The prince shifted and said nothing.

Fox didn't like that. "Look buddy, if I'm going to follow you around blindly on some quest that I just learned about less than an hour ago, you gotta start telling me everything. You can't hold things back."

The prince resisted. "It seems like the more I tell you, the angrier you get."

Fox sighed, "I'm not angry. I didn't mean to blow up at you earlier." Fox hadn't noticed before, but the prince was young, couldn't have been older than 18, and he was small and vulnerable, like anyone else in this situation. "Look, I'm sorry. Just tell me what's going on. That's all I ask."

The prince fiddled with one of his earrings, uneasy. "Alright. I believe when Arc Ycrio gets through destroying the cities on this planet, and when he is unable to sense my death, he'll destroy the planet itself and move on."

Falco dropped something, "Woah woah."

"Wait what?!" Rayet yipped, keeping his eyes on the horizon.

Croy leaned forward, "What did he say?"

Fox was stunned. Krystal asked, "How is that possible? How is it possible to destroy a planet?"

"Destroy the planet?!" Falco echoed.

The prince shrugged uneasily. "I'm afraid, his power is… indescribable. It would be draining on him, he'd be forced to change into his corporeal form for some time afterward, but he knows I'm here and I believe he'd do it, to make sure I'm killed."

Falco leaned to Rayet, "Can't this thing go any faster?"

"I've got my foot to the floor!" the ferret cried.

"Don't panic guys," Krystal said. "We're almost there, right Fox?"

"Yeah," he said looking out the window again, "Just a few more minutes."

Rayet looked at something in the distance, then squinted.

"What?" Falco asked.

The ferret leaned forward, looked normally, then he squinted again.

"What is it? Stop that, you're making me nervous."

Rayet pointed out the window to the right, to their north. "What is that?"

Everyone looked out the right side. A swarm of twinkling lights were coming over the mountains, fast, brightening.

"He's found us?!" Croy squealed from the back.

"No!" Fox shouted. "Rayet drop altitude!"

"What?!"

"It's not him," the prince said, mystified for the first time. "But I feel hundreds, hear hundreds, panicking, like a pack of wild animals."

"No," Krystal said. "It's people fleeing the city and we better get out of their way, Rayet!"

Rayet shoved the wheel forward and the van whined, pitching forward, screaming toward the ground. Everyone grabbed their seats. "Hold on!" Rayet shouted over his shoulder. Croy had barely anything to hang on to, and the equipment in the back floated upward, spare drum pads, a bass guitar, bumped into the ceiling. They leveled out, things falling to the floor. The sound of blaring horns pitched over them, the bright sparkling swarm roaring above in disconnected chaos, alternating white and red light on them. Rayet looked up, watching them rocket by.

"Rayet!" Falco squawked and grabbed the dashboard. A chimney flew by. The bottom of the van skirted someone's roof, ripping up tiles in a quick scrape. Everyone cried and the van rocked upward then down again, hitting another roof, digging up tiles, leaving a wake as they bounced.

"Pull up!" Falco cried. Shingles hit the windshield, cracking it.

"I'm trying!" The skinny ferret growled, tugging on the wheel as hard he could. Krystal ducked and covered. Prince Orbion latched onto Fox, surprising him. Fox didn't think, just grabbed him tightly with one arm and covered Krystal's head with his other. Croy bounced helplessly in the back.

Falco fell over Rayet and grabbed the wheel, yanking it up. The van soared upward, broken tiles on the hood sliding off into the night below.

"Sorry guys!" Rayet cried, checking the rear-view mirror, seeing the scarred suburban roofs. Several windows lit up. "Wow! That was scary. And kind of cool."

Falco looked at Rayet. "Hey you know what else is cool. Not dying."

Prince Orbion slowly slid his arms off Fox. "I'm sorry."

"No you're okay. You okay?"

He pushed his long red hair out of his face, nodding. "Yes."

Krystal rubbed her face. "Don't mind me. I'm fine over here." Fox moved his arm around her, pulling her close.

He saw Croy out of the corner of his eye. "Hey you okay back there."

"Ouch, yeah," he groaned, lying on his back. "That's gonna bruise in all kinds of places."

Fox checked the window again and saw the neighborhoods give way to an expanse of neatly trimmed grass bathed in moonlight, then a sea of cement, surrounded by fences, tarmacs, security gates, control towers. "I think we're here."

"Thank god," Croy groaned from the back.

On the ground, they scampered out of the van, dashing toward one of the largest hangars. They ran across what felt like a kilometer of pavement until they reached the doors. Croy caught up with them heaving. "Guys. I vote. No more. Running."

The prince took off his cloak, his sweat catching the cold night air. "There's no time. How fast can you get this ship in space?"

Falco punched numbers into an alphanumeric keypad. It buzzed. Access denied. "You gotta be kidding me!"

Krystal rung her hands. "Great."

Fox pushed him aside. "You're using the wrong password. That's the old one," he grumbled, input numbers, and it beeped happily. Locks unlatched within the massive doors, and motors whirred up. The doors began to part and they all ran to the opening, entering the dark void. Croy grumbled.

"Okay, that was scary for a moment," Rayet said, voice echoing.

"Fox," the prince said. "How fast can you get this ship-"

"I heard you. Ten minutes, maybe fifteen. There are boot up procedures for the main computer, and then the anti-grav systems have to synchronize. The ship hasn't been launched in months."

Falco flipped levers and floodlights came to life with loud shunks. Shunk. Shunk. Shunk, casting a white fluorescent glow on The Great Fox, five stories high, with its clean white deck panels and razor sharp angles.

"Impressive," the prince said. "And hopefully fast."

"Fast is a cosmic understatement," Fox admired, starting a dash up to the ramp to the main Arwing bay at the front of the ship. They followed. "And I know we have to rush, but when you throw in little comments like that, it makes me nervous."

Rayet bounced up the ramp next to Falco, "Well this is exciting. I've never gotten to fly in this big thing before!"

"It's not that great," Falco said. "You'd enjoy an Arwing more."

Croy heaved as he climbed. "Guys. I vote. No ramps. Either."

Rayet jumped. "Wait! The van! We should bring that along. It'll fit in here."

"We can't waste time," Krystal said.

"Hey," Falco said. "You never know, the band van comes in handy."

Rayet got the van while the rest took the lift to the bridge, the doors opening to a white clean control center with smooth panels and computer consoles, cushioned seats in every station facing the large forward window.

Fox dashed to the captain's chair in the center of the bridge, plopping in. He pulled a console toward him, fingers dancing on buttons. "Alright, Falco take the helm, Krystal, I need you to take tactical and weapons. Croy, you operate scanners and intelligence."

"First time for everything!" the pig beamed.

Falco and Krystal were already at their stations, poking around, familiar with the systems. Computer screens warmed to life, some flickering on, consoles lighting up all around.

Prince Orbion felt lost, barely standing outside the lift. Fox looked over at him. "Prince, you can sit right here." Fox patted the chair next to him.

"Oh." The prince walked carefully toward it, down a short set of steps. "Is there a special technical duty I have to do in this chair?"

"Yeah, be the honored guest, and put your seatbelt on."

The prince complied, the whole time, quietly willing them to rush as fast as they could. Time was running out. He closed his eyes, seeing time threads, millions of glowing strings dancing with each other. Some started to disappear.

The lift doors opened and Rayet hopped in. "Alright! We're set!"

Fox pointed, "Rayet, take the operations station."

"Aye aye captain!" At the station, he wiggled his fingers in the air over buttons, then looked behind him and saw only more control panels. "Hey how come I don't get a chair."

"This is odd," Krystal said, tapping her console. "The anti-grav matrix is synced. Engine core is hot."

Falco grimaced at his helm controls. "This baby's all ready to fly." He turned in his seat to look at Fox. "I don't know how that's even possible."

A door on the other side of the bridge shot up and a seven foot robot marched in. "What is going on here?" came the monotone voice.

Everyone jumped and Prince Orbion yelped out of his trance.

"What is that?!" Rayet cried, holding his chest.

"It's ROB!" Falco said to the ferret. "You've met him before."

"Oh, whew," he exhaled. "That's right. I forget things easily."

"ROB!" Fox jumped out of his seat. "What are you doing here?"

The robot stepped into the bridge, and approached the operations station where Rayet stood. The ferret jumped aside and ROB's hands flew over buttons.

Rayet rested his chin on ROB's arm and studied his fast finger work. "Oh, that's why this one doesn't have a chair."

ROB pushed the ferret's face off his arm, then looked up. "When this attack began, I calculated a 77 percent probability you would come here to pilot the Great Fox in either an aerial assault or spatial bombardment."

"Remind me to thank my dad some time for building you."

"A reminder will be given in 36 hours."

Prince Orbion slowly stood in awe of the machine. "Your technology." He turned his head slightly to Fox, not taking his eyes off the tall robot working the controls. "You can create life?"

"In a sense," Fox said carefully. "ROB is a mechanical form of life, designed by a company, Arspace Dynamics. He's a big help and can interface directly with the ship."

ROB looked at the prince, his dark red eyes scanning over the small decorated fox. His fingers still whirred over buttons. "I am alive. But unlike most organic life, I'm able to perform 6 trillion calculations in a 2 nanosecond buffer. This allows me to ensure optimal operation of The Great Fox Mark II." He looked at Fox again. "Duro-injectors are primed. The core is ready to be initiated."

"You heard the robot," Fox said to Falco. "Start the launch sequence. Prince, you're gonna want to sit down."

He sat and at first there was a high rushing noise, then a deep whirr, then a rumble. Krystal looked up, "I've got a 1 to 10 anti-grav ratio."

Fox turned. "Croy, open the launch doors."

The pig's hands hovered over graphical buttons on the interface. "Okay, how do I do that."

Krystal looked over. "It's the large blue button."

He bit his lip. "I don't see it. Where is it?"

Krystal took a step and pointed, "It's right… it's right there. It's the one that says open launch doors."

"Oh!" Croy laughed and poked the button.

Prince Orbion sat with his arms crossed, rocking back and forth.

Fox checked his console, "Something's wrong. The startup sequence has idled." The prince's movement distracted him. "Everything okay?" he asked.

The prince suddenly grabbed both arm rests, digging his claws into them. "No," he groaned deeper, in a strange voice. "I can sense him, he's trying to find me. But he can't… sense me. He can't find me. He's…"

Krystal looked up at him. Falco turned around. Croy and Rayet looked with concern. ROB stared.

Fox watched the prince's claws tear across the arm rests. "You have to fight it. Don't let him."

"He is…" The red fox inhaled, sucking air in hard. "The anger. He's enraged. He can't find me. But he can see our time string."

"What? What the hell is a time string?"

"He can see it, our future, our success. He's going to destroy the planet." He looked at Fox, terrified. "There's no more time. He's doing it right now."

Fox glared at Falco. "Alright, we have to get out of here."

"It's withering away," the prince continued in a daze.

The ground rumbled, but it wasn't the engines. Krystal looked up, checking the bulkheads, then her console. "ROB I think I found the problem, it's an-"

"Injector variance. I see it," he swung to another panel and a small lid slid off the console. He pulled an output jack out of his wrist and plugged it into a slot.

The ground rumbled again. Deck panels shook.

"Launch doors, fully open," Croy said. "It's a clear sky above."

ROB's eyes flickered. "Variance corrected. Launch sequence initiating."

This time there was a roar, strong vibrations rippling up and down. The prince clenched his armrests, closing his eyes, trying to visualize their escape, seeing their timelines, their survival, strings of energy flying into a void, flickering out, withering into oblivion, swallowed up. But one time string still shined brightly, shooting past the void, shooting off into the future. Just one. One chance out of billions, trillions. The ship rumbled out of the hangar, rising slowly at first just on anti-gravity, then the main boosters kicked on, the ship rumbling stronger.

"Everything looks good," Falco said, both his hands on the control panel.

Holographic overlays came over the front window, over the view of the dense forests and mountains in the distance. The ship turned, toward the city. Krystal gasped. There was a turbulent firestorm glowing on the horizon. But no sign of the dark cloud.

"Where is he?" Fox asked. "Where did he go?"

"He's far above," the prince whispered painfully.

"I've got him on scanners," Croy said. "I think. At least there's a large energy source 600 kilometers above the surface, in orbit, day side. It's growing."

"Initiating escape booster sequence," ROB droned.

"There's no time," the prince said to no one. Fox glared at him.

The ship pitched upward, engines powering up, energy humming into higher tones, then they rocketed off at incredible speed, flying past the mountains, over the firestorm, high into the night sky. Everyone shook in their seats.

Hazy night clouds gave way to crystal clear stars.

"100 kilometers," Fox said. "Ascent is good. Armor temperature at 2,000 Kelvin, rising. Falco, I need you to get us out of here as fast as possible without blowing out the engines." The first lick of sunlight swept over the hull.

"I see it!" Croy shouted into his console. "The cloud, it's dead ahead!" ROB transferred the image to the main viewer. An intense blinding beam of energy was connecting Solar far off in the distance, traversing millions of miles across space, straight into the dark cloud, hovering above the atmosphere. Several military attack ships were closing in on the cloud, firing weapons at it. It simply swallowed the lasers and missiles up, but strangely, the cloud ignored the ships themselves. The beam of energy from Solar filled and engulfed it, and the cloud glowed intensely bright yellow, tightening into a perfect sphere, a new sun.

Falco pounded his control console, and the ship tilted right, zooming past the blinding light, rocketing out of the atmosphere. Military ships veered off in different directions getting out of the Great Fox's way.

"What the hell is it doing?!" Fox cried.

The prince saw it coming and covered his eyes, seeing all their threads disappear. "We're not going to make it."

The new sun zapped a beam of hot yellow light into the planet below. Like getting shot with a bullet, the beam blasted out the other side of Corneria, a raging ocean of fire spilling across the atmosphere on both ends. The beam ceased and bright fissures formed in the planet, cracking, breaking apart until it erupted, shattering in the most brilliant explosion. The shockwave filled with vaporized oceans, continents, pure energy, rushed toward the ship.

Fox lost his words. "Falco," his voice shook. "Light speed now."

"It! It won't initiate!" Falco shouted.

The prince leapt out of his chair and threw himself at Krystal's console, ripping her necklace off, holding the bell up in the air with both hands. He shook it. Each clang boomed, deafening.

The shockwave hit the ship, bowing around it furiously.

Everything shook violently, consoles and lights exploded, bulkheads ripping off the ceiling crashing through the floors, cables falling out, sparks engulfing the bridge. Falco flew out of his seat. Fox hung on for dear life. Rayet was tossed like a rag doll over his console. Prince Orbion floated calmly above the floor with the bell in his outstretched hands. It clanged on its own, fast, vibrating, now with a sonorous pleasant hum. The shockwave took the ship with it, throwing it through space, roaring over the bubble of protective energy that pulsed around the hull. The wave reached its peak, rushing past them, fading into fast moving rocky debris. The roaring wave washed away into the darkness of space, leaving them behind.

The ship was adrift, the bridge, dark and quiet.

The bell glowed white hot. It slipped from the prince's shaking rigid fingers and hit the floor with a little tingle, rolling over the thin broken chain of the necklace. It faded to its normal sparkle. The prince's fur smoked, two tendrils rising from his ears. He exhaled and fell over, collapsing into the debris covered floor.

But before he passed out, he saw their time string. Shooting off into the future.

-.-.-.-.-.-

The small white hot sun, cooled back to the dark cloud, and then it spun itself down, withering into a new lower form. A body, a shape, with wings, a long anchoring tail, black scales, twice the size of a normal person.

He hovered calmly in space, in the debris field where Corneria once was, his gold eyes studying it, looking around. The sunlight of Solar glistened off his oily black scales. He picked up a small rock floating by, looking at it carefully, then letting it go on its merry way. His eyes looked elsewhere, closing, then opening, pained at the sight of a single string zooming off into a multiverse of its own, disappearing out of his mind's view. For a flicker, he saw Prince Orbion in it. Alive.

A slight touch of anger crept in, at the back of his neck, rising around to the edges of his eyelids, down to his teeth. Another rock floated by. He plucked it from its journey, and this time, he crushed it.

If with the hero you flee, from the horrid blast,

Then your journey through time, still remains vast.

I give you my love my son, love unsurpassed.

I know in my heart, this journey you shall outlast.

See ocean in the future. See land in the past.

Find the King of Aquas, and find him, find him fast.