Echoes Of the Heart
Book 1: Janus and the Man that Became
Insanity leads to chaos,
Then to solitutde...
The fruitless effort of adding
Meaning to what is meaningless.
A lone, crimson tear
Falls to the sea...
The echo of the remaining star
Cries out in the infinite vacuum
The least I can do
Is send my distant prayers
Over the wind of time
Setting sail on dreams
A/N and disclaimer: I do not own Chrono Trigger, characters mentioned (except for Angeline), or story plot. This story is being written for the sake of writting a story. Warning: OC. I have decided that this story will not contain much of any romance. It is most likely that readers will mistake my intentions of attempting to write a decent romance. Not gonna bother. Hate reading romances, anyways. lol
Thanks to Ganheim for his review/beta.
Chapter Two
Morning Hath Broken
Morning cascaded beyond the sea, yet never reached the castle. A black cloud seem to permently hover above, casting a wicked glare upon the already brooding castle. This weather was only for mischief making or evil plotting, which happened to be the only thinking done in the castle. For you see, this is the castle of the Mystics' leaders, human-haters and plotters of the end of mankind.
This had been an ongoing prejudice (if I dare call it so) since time immemorial. Mystics hated humans (as equally did humans hate Mystics) for so long it became a second nature. There were no inbetween: if you were human, you fought the Mystics and vice versa. Luckily, no war errupted and no blood lost from this intense hatred, as of yet.
Janus stayed alseep without knowledge of the world beyond his dreams, for ignorance is truly bliss. His body lay there without a stir, he was exhausted (as time traveling would do) and he just couldn't lift his lead eyelids. As he lay there, beyond the room's door paced Ozzie the First.
Ozzie happened to cross paths with the child as he emerged from a portal breaking the sky. The child watched him with bewildered emerald eyes and put up a tremendous fight. A battle between the greater magics. If it weren't for the boy's fainting fatigue, he would have slaughtered Ozzie. As fate would have it, Ozzie was interested in the boy and decided to shelter him.
" Ozzie, your fat ass will drive a hole right through the floor if you do not cease that pasing. Remember the last time... "Flea spat as she climbed the stairs to the boy's make shift chambers.
" Why should you care? You let the servants patch the holes. "He spat equally as vicious, continuing his pacing despite her warning, " That boy just won't wake. "
" The boy you say will decide our fate? A BOY!!! A HUMAN!!! "
" How many humans do you know who does magic? No human I know... "
Flea contemplatively stroked her chin, her mind filled with wonder. A human doing magic? What was this world coming to? If the human were capable of magic, then what would seperate them? Instead of their green faces...
" That boy done magic? Are you certain? "
" As sure as hell! Not one has ever defeated me, or nearly... "
Flea shook her head, " Get rid of him. "
" Get rid of him! The one who might just as well end these humans' lives! "
" Ozzie! Get rid of him, or I will get rid of you both! "
" Flea! I'll show you! This boy isn't normal! He's the one we've been waiting for! "Flea ignored his pleas and walked down the stairs, " I'll show you. "He said, " He's the one. "
A/N: Reviewed and corrected (to the best of my abilities). Sorry you had to suffer through my bad grammar! :)
