So Zipis gave me the thumbs up to do this, which is good, but at the same time, it isn't. Stealing fanfiction is wrong, and we should all learn from the mistakes and shortcomings of others. This chapter is a retelling of a tale of one who had their work snatched and added upon in the most idiotic way possible.
This is my tribute to Zipis.
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Fanfiction Force: Chapter 10
A stolen addition.
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The winds near Guardia castle were especially chilly today.
Air whisking along on a bright summers day should have been much more calm, but it seemed as though something harrowing was on the midst.
Marle stood at the parapet of the castle, gazing on in trepidation, recalling what was to happen that day.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, and yet something seemed as though it should happen.
What was she there to do? True, she had basically done all there was left to do, the only thing left to do was… settle down…
But with whom? For those who have seen certain cut scenes, this answer is very apparent, but for the others, it involved a certain red haired swordsman.
Yes, the hero who brought a rag tag group of heroes together to fight against the greatest demonic force the planet had ever fought. They had even gone so far as to recruit a Dark Wizard who had once fought against Guardia in the past. Teaming up with his once enemies, it seemed far-fetched, but it had happened.
The chilly wind stopped. For there was a change, a change that once happened before, though Marle would have never remembered it.
This is what one goes through when an original is altered, at least, as we know.
Suddenly, one's mind is reformed, to allow for the new events to take place. Sometimes memories are touched upon, some memories added to make future events seem that much more relevant. Other times, the mind is touched minutely, though there is always a slight change from the original.
Indeed, for all those who alter, they may never be able to fully grasp a character that they did not make themselves. Such is the case with Marle, there is always an untouched original, lost in the recesses of time, waiting for more of her story to officially be added.
Now was a time when an alteration was truly for the worse.
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The cloaked man strode valiantly to the castle. The guards made a move to stop him, but with a wave of his hand, they stood in place.
It seemed as though they could trust him, but for some reason, could not discern why.
The ancient oaken doors were opened swiftly, allowing the man passage. He strode in front of the king, stopping a mere ten feet away, and bowed at the waist.
"Greetings, King Guardia. I am a traveling prophet offering my services."
The King scratched his chin in thought.
"But sir. We have no need for prophets in these times. Your profession only talks about coming doom, which, I might add, my daughter took part in stopping."
The cloaked prophet smirked.
"This, I know, sir. But the difference between myself and other prophets is that I am no fraud, and I indeed see the future."
"What would stop me from asking Miss Lucca to just take a jump in her time machine and do the same?"
"Nothing, but my way is quicker."
The King nodded for a moment, before regarding the stranger.
"What do they call you, Prophet?"
"Novalon, your highness."
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To see an author's moniker come up as a character name is most angering, especially to the FFN. For the author in question, to realize that his name had come up without his consent is even worse.
This is why Edrick Wardde was sent to fix the problem, for he represented the author's views to a point that none other could match.
In a way, he was not a far shot from the Prophet character recently introduced, in fact, he looked like him to the very core.
Only one difference, one reiterated difference that has been set forth from the beginning, he was created to aid fanfiction universes without directly interfering within their plots, unless he was chosen to alter them himself.
"My scans report a high concentration of alterations among all the original characters."
Edrick stood in the shadows of the trees of Guardia Forest, looking up at the Princess, who suddenly jerked as if something outside of her had given her a new direction to go.
"Do you need us to send a strike force down, sir?"
"That would be most unwise. The main reason being that Novalon would deal with you.. From my scans, the criminal has altered him to be many times stronger than he originally was."
"He is but one character, surely a pinpoint erasure would-""There is also the matter of what that erasure would do to myself."
The communication went dead for a moment, before the response came in, a little more worried.
"We did not take that into account, sir. Are you implying that you are so intertwined with the character of Novalon that an erasure may affect you as well?"
"Yes, I may have to remove him myself. Through physical means, though I believe I may have my work cut out for me."
"Why is that, sir?""He is immune to my powers of alteration, it mainly pertains to the fact that he is a character that I was created in the likeness of, and since the main focus of his character was discarded for a new one… myself… any control was left to wither away."
"You mean…""He was meant to die, be deleted, and forgotten. But I am afraid that his continued existence will cause us much trouble."
"A message from Commander Standell suggests that we can try a different method of erasure, it is untested, however."
"Let us keep that as a last resort, shall we? Anyhow, my suggestion is, if you wish to send a strike force, do so covertly, they must, under no circumstances, arouse any suspicion, or they may find themselves in trouble."
"We will take that in mind, sir. Would you like us to send any assistance to you at this time?"
"No, I prefer to work on my own in this case, thank you for the offer though."
"Godspeed, sir."
The message ended, and he watched the guard patrol, narrowing his eyes. He looked behind him through the shrubbery to see Crono making his way up the path. This gave him an idea, a risky one, but he knew he could pull it off…
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"I sense Sir Crono is here, your majesty."
The king looked astonished, "I was the only one who sent for him. Not even my daughter knew of this…"
"This is to do with their upcoming engagement, correct? Your daughter does not know of that either."
The king's eyes widened, "How did you know?"
"I have foreseen their wedding, and it will be one spoken of for years to come."
Crono strode up to the king, stopping about ten feet away, nodding to Novalon before swiftly planting one knee on the carpet and bowing, one fist clenched to his chest.
Novalon raised an eyebrow, though it was unseen due to the hood covering his visage. He knew the soldiers to bow like this, but Crono… well, it made sense. After all, he knew that Crono would eventually become Knight Captain before getting married to the Princess.
"Rise Crono, I have most glorious news."
Crono smirked, "What? Have you found something else to convict me of?"
They both chuckled.
"No," The king began, "It concerns your relationship with my daughter… oh… forgive my manners, this man…"
The king pointed to Novalon.
"This is Novalon, a wandering prophet. He seems to know much of the future, and has already successfully told me of what I am going to speak with you about."
Crono raised an eyebrow, "Surely you aren't trying to steal Magus' profession?"
The King stopped at hearing that, "Magus?"
Crono nodded, "Oh yes, the Dark Lord of the mystics was known to be quite prophetic as well, so much to the point that he was actually right more often than not."
The King glared at Novalon, motioning to the guards.
"Are you a mystic spy? Have you come to cause dissention among Guardia to make up for the defeat 400 years ago?"
The prophet held his hands up, "I assure you, King Guardia, I have no such intentions."
The King shook his head, "Before I can believe you, I'm afraid I will have to put you under guard."
He called for more soldiers, and some came from outside. Though he did not recognize the guards, he passed it off as recent graduated recruits.
Crono's scowl did not seem to hold as much malice as before when he noticed the guards, though he glared at Novalon all the same.
"Don't try anything while I am here, prophet. You know I have this kingdom's best interests in mind."
The prophet cocked his head to the side, confused at this display of malice, "I did not anticipate this, Sir Crono. Surely you aren't yourself today."
"And how would you know that? Have you been spying on me?"
The cloaked man shook his head, "No… no, I have come here merely in service to…"
He looked at the guards, and held his hand out, sending them into the walls.
"I see that my services are not needed."
Crono raised an eyebrow, "That is most unbecoming of you, Sir Novalon. Surely you would not have acted in such a manner. Would you not have waited first and cleared your name? I know very well you are not a mystic spy, but this attack on the soldiers of Guardia would have us treat you as the very same."
The red haired swordsman drew his sword, an odd glint coming from it.
Novalon drew his own broadsword, "You are making a mistake, son of Jonathan."
"No, you are making the mistake, I assure you."
Suddenly, Lucca burst through the doors, carrying in an unconscious Crono. She looked at the Crono facing off with the cloaked man, then the Crono she was dragging into the castle in confusion.
Novalon nodded to Lucca, "Excellent timing, Miss Ashtear."
He waved a hand, looking to both Cronos before pointing to the one that was accosting him.
"Though this one acts much like your friend, he is an imposter."
The mystical broadsword clashed with what looked to be the Prismic blade forged by Melchior, however, the Prophet was surprised.
"Despite the fact that sword was forged by Melchior, I should have cleaved it in half. The only conclusion I can draw is that is not the same sword that Crono normally wields. For it is with the one who is not of his right mind right now."
"That's good enough for me."
The false Crono turned to see Marle coming down the stairs, pointing her crossbow at him.
"Don't move, imposter. Or I will kill you, so help me."
He shook his head, "Even if I am a facsimile, the real Marle would not fire on me. After all, my quarrel is not with you."
He nodded to Novalon, "It is with him."
She fumed, "I don't care if you're Magus in disguise! You knocked Crono out, and I will strike you down if I have to!"
She pulled the trigger on the Valkarie, the force of the shot blowing her back. As the magical bolt flew at the false Crono, a barrier deflected it, causing it to fizzle out of existence.
At this time, the guards had risen, both of which rattling their helmets on their heads before they saw the scene in front of them. They drew their swords and advanced on the Prophet.
"Also…" the cloaked one began, "These guards are not of Guardia either. I believe they are all mystic spies themselves."
The other Crono smirked, "You would think that, wouldn't you? Clearly, I am someone else."
One of the guards motioned to the fake Crono, "Sir… I thought you mentioned to exercise caution."
The false red hair shook his head, "Not in this… though it looks like his intentions are pure, he is different than the original Novalon for sure. He would never outright attack someone, especially if he sensed there were good power coming from them."
"Dispel!"
Suddenly, the false Crono shifted his form. A similarly cloaked man stood in his place, though his hood was down.
"You… you're… me?"
Novalon stood in confusion.
Edrick nodded, "Yes… in a way."
The 'Warrior of Light' pointed his broadsword at the one who impersonated Crono, "You… you must be my nemesis then! You are masking your evil powers from me, causing me to doubt myself! I will destroy you once and for all!"
The two clashed swords, as the two similar broadswords hit each other, Novalon's hood fell back to reveal the same looking man.
"Dark Novalon!" Novalon began, "At last we fight again! I will finally destroy you for all the genocide you have caused! Your reign of terror is at an end!"
At this statement, the King took one look at Edrick, and promptly fled behind his daughter.
Edrick launched a swift wave of attacks, all of them deftly blocked by Novalon, who returned in kind with his own attacks, albeit faster.
"Interesting," Edrick smirked, "I do believe you are faster than Gyrick. The one who altered you has given you too much power, though your self righteousness is sickening to the core."
He was about to continue, but found a magical blast tore through his shield, causing him to hit the wall, leaving a vicious impact mark behind him.
Edrick propelled his smoking body off the wall, bringing his sword in front of him, and imbuing it with the force of an Ultima.
"Ultima Combo!" he bellowed as he tore into Novalon with a renewed fervor.
However, Novalon had his own combo that was already in the works, one that Edrick did not expect.
"Ultima Combo TWO!" He yelled, as he summoned an even greater magical power into the room.
Before Edrick could say, "Be original!" he found himself attempting to block each strike with the brunt of his magical defensive powers.
"You… you're better than I am." Conceded Edrick.
"An imposter, that is all you will ever be compared to my greatness." Novalon smirked.
"The real Novalon would have offered a boon."
Novalon smirked, "I guess I'm not the real Novalon, or at least, the one you think I am. It seems your information has failed you."
Before the guards could run in the way, Novalon suddenly shifted his form through time, causing all who watched him to gasp in awe. Projecting his form in different times, Edrick was unable to stop all the stabs coming at him, and was forced to take a slash straight to the stomach.
One of the guards threw off his helmet. "Edrick!"
The other guard shook his head, "Dirun, it is too late…"
Eso and Dirun watched with terror as Edrick attempted to right himself with his blade, but found a sword at his neck.
"Novalon… I will not allow you to get away with this… the FFN… will not allow a MARYSUE of your nature to continue… your powers are too great… the FFN will… be…"
"Denied." Novalon flatly said, before sending his sword through Edrick's neck.
Rather than watch a decapitation, the blast completely removed the Enforcer's existence.
As the others watched in surprise, the Prophet turned to the guards. "I believe you two are next, correct?"
"That was our friend, you bastard!" Eso quaked.
"I can't habeeb it…" muttered Dirun.
The Prophet, Novalon, laughed, as his greatest opposition had been vanquished.
"Hah! Good will always triumph! I will destroy evil wherever I will find it! None will stop me!"
Things did not look well for the FFN.
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Indeed, things do not look well at all. Honestly, who didn't see this coming? I certainly didn't, maybe I should actually write out a plot before I start typing…
Which is what I am doing for my more serious works, by the way, that's a really good idea. Anyway, enjoy all.
- Novalon