Hey. I've decided to add a little "gaiden" (side story) here because SOMEONE -looks at AkaiKamiRyu- wanted Crono to get a new sword. Also, longer chapter this time. Notice the smaller scrollbar? Yes, you do, oh yes you do! Revel in it! I haven't even started writing the next chapter yet, although I'll get on to that soon. So for now you get this nice long chapter. Oh, and let's pretend that Jesus Christ and Thomas Jefferson both existed at some point in the world of Chrono Trigger. If they didn't, the world would have been a sadder place (at least, where Thomas Jefferson is concerned. I'm not too fussed about Jesus). So here we go. We're off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz…

Disclaimer: This is an unofficial novelization of the game "Chrono Trigger" developed by Square Enix (Square Soft at the time). In no way does the author claim ownership of Chrono Trigger and in no way has it been written for the profit of the writer. However, the author does claim ownership on any original character that is developed or extra scenes and dialogue unrelated to the original canon.

Only two reviews this time! No, wait. Just as I posted this chapter I got another one, so that makes it three! I'll reply to the new one here.

AkaiKamiRyu: Thank you for liking the last chapter although I thought it was a bit short. Crono will learn magic soon. Maybe next chapter. I'm still deciding. And YES, I'm finally considering giving Crono a new sword. Read this chapter for details. Although I do think this chapter is slightly boring. I'll keep writing. I write this like a maniac. The only thing in my life currently that has higher priority than the Long Weekend is my oboe and it needs SERVICING! starts yelling in frustration

x.OAsamiMatsudaO.xOh, yes. You're ONLINE. How else could you have posted this nice review? Lolz. Thank you for your flattery. But why the chan? I am SAMA to THEE! MWA HA HA HA HA HA! Sorry. I know last chapter was short but now this one is longer. Yay! Thank you for liking my poem. I like to think I can do MIDDLE English sort-of-okay. And yes, now everyone knows my obsession with that and the Bible. But what can you say? I'm a literary freak.

Krait: Thank you for the good review. As for Marle, I think you're talking about "Dumb Blonde" and not, "Bum Blone" (although that sounds pretty funny! Hey, you've just given me ideas!) and I thought I was getting a bit pervy with Gaspar's accident, heh. Love is an awesome word. Abuse it all you want. This fic is not as awesome as some of the REALLY insightful ones, but at least my grammar's generally okay, right? Generally...

Before we get on to the continuation of our adventures, let's stop and hear about the mystics.

Mystics have always been feared by humans. I suppose it was because they could use magic and we couldn't. The humans outnumbered the mystics and in a savage and fleeting war, the humans succeeded in becoming rulers of the continent of Zenan. They were tyrannical over the mystics and there were no laws preaching equal rights for them. In fact, King Guardia II wrote in the annals of Guardia, "They are a… demonic population. Nothing about them is civilized… they have half a human brain and screech for blood."

To be fair, the mystics didn't like the humans, either. Revolt after revolt they attempted but they never succeeded in their ambitions. The people scoffed at them, but every time the mystics screwed up their courage, everyone else cowered in fear.

This went on for a while. There was one time, in 600 AD that the mystics actually came very close to destroying Guardia. Soon after Queen Leene was kidnapped and found again (Oh, I remember that very clearly!), the mystics marched through Guardia, killing and generally causing widespread terror. They actually got to Zenan Bridge. If they crossed it, the mystics would only be a step away from the castle itself.

Who could have mustered such efforts from the mystics and inspire such turbulent times? It was the wizard Magus and gosh how the people of Guardia feared him! Even now, he's a name that mothers repeat to naughty children: "Johnny, if you don't eat your greens, Magus will get you!" …things like that. I guess the reason why everyone was scared of Magus was because Magus was a human. I thought, and forgive my language, he was a traitorous bastard who really couldn't use magic but could sure lead an army. Now I'm not so sure.

But then, just when Zenan Bridge was about to be taken, the soldiers of Guardia fought back and stopped the mystics in their tracks. Maybe Magus knew the mystics weren't going to win then because he vanished without a trace. To this day, Magus is either worshipped or loathed by mystics and humans respectively. The mystics were banished to Medina. Some mystics continue to live in Guardia, but they are few. These mystics live in harmony with humans.

In this peaceful contemporary kingdom of Guardia, the humans are ready to live with mystics. There are equal rights for mystics and humans. Unfortunately, some humans still don't think much of mystics, and the majority of mystics in Medina still don't think much of humans.

Chapter 21 Medina – The Magic Village

There was a muffled heat I felt. I had just touched the pillar of light in the End of Time that connected with 1000 AD and here I was, choking in a small, dark room, surrounded by moth balls and coats that were so ugly only their mothers would love them. It was a closet.

Suddenly, Robo appeared beside me, then Lucca. After a long moment (this was so we could beat that Conservation of Time ruler Gaspar was rambling about before. Ha!), Crono appeared, but by this time the closet was overflowing with bodies. With an ominous squeak, the door swung open and staring at our faces was an imp.

'When did you appear?!' It asked, looking utterly beguiled. My body was pressed tightly against Crono's (I admit I liked that) and I couldn't reply. The imp opened the closet wider so we could all file out of the confined area.

The house outside the closet was neat and orderly, definitely not in keeping with my interpretation of a mystic's cleanliness. The furniture was of decent quality; the walls shone of new paint and not a line was out of place. There were two mystics within this average-sized house (by Guardia standards). The first imp had just opened the closet door for us and the second was in the kitchen. At the sound of the first imp's exclamation, the second poked its head round the door.

'What is it now, Herbert? If you're talking about your migraine, I'll give you a cup of tea and I'll clear your head.'

Crono, Robo, Lucca and I looked at each other. The message was clear in our eyes. Were these mystics daft, but gentle? Neither imp looked particularly ferocious, but which imp would yell, 'When did you appear?!' when a migraine surfaces?

Herbert the imp called to the imp that appeared to be his wife. 'We've got visitors, Daisy!'

'Good!' Daisy's voice sounded. 'Invite them in. I've got cake and biscuits here.'

'Daisy, they're humans and they came out of the closet!'

'Eh?' Daisy appeared at the doorway, looking faintly curious. She was wearing a flowery apron, just like a fussy housewife. 'They appeared out of the closet, you say? Just like the other one…'

Nobody said anything. Herbert looked flustered. I stared at him, then at Daisy. This was weird. Had someone else used the Time Gate?

'Well, come into the kitchen, then.' Daisy said finally. 'I've got a snack prepared, although I didn't expect Ozzie to come around until later.'

Suddenly, Crono gave forth an abrupt gasp and fell to his knees. 'Are you okay, Crono?!' I exclaimed at once. Lucca felt Crono's forehead with the palm of her hand.

'He's burning up!' she stated. 'Crono's got a fever!'

Robo chirped, 'He burnt too many calories. I daresay Crono has not eaten for a while.'

Herbert sniffed. 'I don't burn enough calories.'

'Oh, shut up!' Daisy chided him. 'Here, let me help your friend.' She took hold of Crono and dragged him to the bedroom. The bed was made, adorned with beautiful white sheets. Daisy shoved Crono onto it.

'He will be okay, won't he?' I asked anxiously. It was my fault, after all, that Crono was like this. He was the one who had not eaten for four days now, having been detained in prison for so long. All that fighting and adventures in the future had not been much help, either. It had never occurred to me that Crono could have been so weak for all that time. He was always making himself out to be strong when all the time he had been faint with hunger. The lying sneak! But so brave and manly, this conduct was.

I looked at Crono's face; so vulnerable it was I could not help but feel sorry for him. And that was when I saw the Blue Wind. It was hovering by the bedside table. What do you want me to do? It seemed to ask. I remembered what Spekkio had said about the Blue Wind appearing when a friend was in need. Crono certainly was in need. His cheekbones were more pinched than when I had first met him, his body more thin… meeting me had really cost him something. You must heal Crono! I begged to the Blue Wind. I wondered whether I was capable of healing anyone. Didn't Spekkio say the charm on my pendant was water magic? I might be able to cure people to some extent!

The Blue Wind obscured Crono's face. Come on, Blue Wind, I begged. I half-espected the wind to leave with Crono's face rosy and healthy. I dreaded the alternative. At last the wind faded. Crono didn't look as peaky as before, his fever wasn't completely abated. Oh well. At least I did something.

'Crono!' Lucca looked surprised. Crono was opening his eyes.

'I'm hungry.' He murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

'Herbert, get the snacks!' Daisy ordered at once. Herbert nodded and obliged and immediately.

I smiled. 'Thanks, Mazoku-San. [A.N. Just randomly wanted to put some Japanese into it. This is for you, Duckie! I wonder if you know what Mazoku means? Why are you helping us?'

'The war was 400 years ago, dear.' Daisy replied. 'Herbert and I, we think forgive and forget is the way to go.'

Crono, who was looking much rosier now that he had been given access to victuals, nodded in agreement. 'That's the right attitude!'

I gave Crono a playful shove. 'It's only 'cos you're getting fed!'

'You're not supposed to injure a patient. That's just adding insult to injury.' Crono said, helping himself to another slice of cake. 'Great cooking, Daisy.'

Herbert casually glanced at the clock on the wall (it was a grandfather clock that looked as old as Leene's Bell itself) and promptly jumped a foot in the air. 'Oh, Lavos!' he exclaimed. 'Ozzie's coming in five minutes!'

'Destruction rains from the heavens!' Daisy lamented. 'Quick, we've got to hide the humans!'

'How in Lavos's name do we do that?' asked Herbert.

'Excuse me,' said Robo, 'but why do you incur the name of Lavos?'

'Part of our religion.' Herbert explained.

I was revolted. 'You call Lavos GOD?!' If only these idiots knew what Lavos was going to do in the future.

'Yes, but we've no time for such chit-chat!' Daisy said briskly. 'Come on, you girls, you can hide under the bed. The giant metal thing can stay here.' Daisy bent down and lifted the sheets covering the sides of the bed. Lucca and I hesitated only briefly, then climbed into our arranged hideaway.

'What about me?' Crono pointed out.

'Just make sure Ozzie doesn't get into the bedroom. He hates humans, remember?'

'Why, then,' I heard Lucca grumble, 'are we hiding under the bed?'

The carpet was making me itchy. I started scratching my irritated skin when the doorbell sounded, indicating Ozzie's arrival. I stopped the scratching at once and listened as attentively as one can expect of a restless princess such as me.

'Why, hello, there, Ozzie!' Daisy's voice sounded higher-pitched than usual/ 'Here, let me take your coat. I'm so glad you came.'

'As mayor of medina and the, erm, great-great-great-great-great-grandson of the famed General Ozzie, Magus's greatest helper, I-'

'Oh, yes, put a sock in it, Ozzie!'

'Herbert!'

'No offense taken– I know I ramble on a but.'

'Oh, Ozzie, don't you have places to go?'

'I'm heading off to the Square today, you know, for the festival…'

Mystics at the Millennial Fair? How does that work? Father ought to know of this, I thought, but then I remembered with a slight pang that I wasn't on speaking terms with father any more.

'You mean the "religious gathering" in Medina Square? What utter nonsense!' Herbert was scoffing. Then I realized: no one was talking about the Millennial Fair; this was something else.

'I wouldn't call it utter nonsense if I were you, Herbert.' Ozzie sounded faintly annoyed. 'I know you are lenient with the humans but they'll meet their end soon enough- when Lavos reawakens, that is.'

'We don't know when that'll happen,' said Daisy. 999 years, I thought in answer. But of course, Daisy couldn't read my mind.

'Mark my words,' said Ozzie pompously, 'those humans have it coming to them for their arrogant ways. Have you heard that the humans are having a fair celebrating the 400th anniversary of the so-called defeat of Magus? Those humans have nothing to do with it. No one knows what happened to Magus, but I've a feeling he'll return and help us massacre the humans again.'

There you have it: a twisted, demonic version of Jesus Christ. Whew.

'Come now, not all humans are bad.' Daisy insisted.

'If you're talking about Melchior, the only reason we haven't killed him yet is because he's such an excellent swordsmith. If I didn't know better I would say it was he that crafted the Einlanzer!'

'Ah, yes, I've heard of that beautiful sword. Where do you have it now?' Herbert sounded very engaged.

By contrast, Ozzie's drawl was bored and arrogant. 'I keep it in my manor. It is very heavy by you can tell it's so valuable. I had it dated and I think it's from the Magic Kingdom; you know, the Dark Ages.'

'The only surviving relic of the Dark Ages!' Daisy sang.

'Not the only,' said Herbert, 'Guardia has the Einlanzer's twin: the demonic sword- the Masamune! Both Masamune and Einlanzer were forged during the era of the Magic Kingdom. According to legend, the Einlanzer is completely holy but the Masamune is a sword of evil that possesses each user.' Herbert explained a rapt tone.

Ozzie yawned. 'I see you're an authority on the subject. Well, duty calls. Pity you're not coming to the Square. Later.'

The three mystics exchanged farewells and it sounded as if Ozzie had left the house. I breathed again. I was so glad Ozzie had not come near the bedroom. 'Can we come out now?' I asked in a muffled voice. 'I was sweating under the bed.

Daisy's reply was prompt. 'Yes. Come on.'

I climbed out and so did Lucca; both of us were extremely relieved. Robo didn't look any different than usual. Crono had a sort of enlightened expression on his face. I wondered what was his problem.

'Sorry you guys had to be so uncomfortable,' said Herbert, 'only Ozzie kept talking about theology.'

'Theology is not science!' Lucca scoffed.

'That's what I always say!' said Herbert.

I smiled at Robo. 'What do you think, Robo?'

Robo was so cute when he took everything so seriously. 'Thomas Jefferson once said that he would not allow theology to be taught in his institution.'

Lucca gasped. 'Thomas Jefferson is my hero!' But I wonder if Thomas Jefferson could have invented a TelePod like Lucca.

Suddenly, Crono snapped out of his daze. 'Where is Ozzie's manor?' he demanded.

Daisy looked a bit troubled. 'Why would you want to know, dear?' she asked.

Why did I know the answer before Crono even said it? 'The Einlanzer! If Ozzie's away at Medina Square worshipping Lavos, we can go to his house and steal the sword. Most brilliant I've ever had, yeah?'

'You idiot,' Lucca said through gritted teeth, 'it's not going to be that easy. A valuable sword such as the Einlanzer would be under heavy security. Not to mention you've justbhad a fever, how can you be expected to move when you're supposed to be bedridden for a whole day?'

'I have honourable reasons for procuring the sword.' Crono replied sagaciously.

'Yeah,' I giggled, 'because you're embarrassed about your wooden sword.'

Robo stated his opinion. 'I think obtaining the sword would be a good idea. It would be an invaluable tool on our quest.'

'Quest?' Herbert looked interested.

'It's a long story.' I said, but I was interested in what Robo had to say. 'Go on, Robo.'

'It would be difficult indeed to obtain the sword but even more so if we face our enemy without a proper weapon,' Robo was referring to Lavos, 'this would also be a good training opportunity for later.' He added. Even though in Guardia, swords aren't used as weapons and more as a sporting item, like a javelin. Oh well.

Lucca nodded in agreement. 'I guess you're right.' She said. 'I guess we're going to steal the sword.'

'Steal the sword?' Dasiy looked horrified.

'We'll help you,' said Herbert quickly, 'I always wanted to see the sword. Ozzie never let me have a look.'

'Herbert!' Daisy growled, but she still looked worried. 'Even so…'

'Where's Ozzie's manor?' asked Crono excitedly. His gleamed out of treasure-hunting fever and not out of oh-I'm-sick-with-smallpox-or-something-random-like-that.

'Just next door.' Was the reply.

Anime sweatdrop.

Okay, it's time to break into Ozzie's manor. Why aren't things going to plan? Wait, do we even have a plan? Uh, Robo? We need your help here! This is for the Einlanzer, the fabled holy sword! Next time in the Long Weekend, "The Hunt for the Sacred Sword"! See you soon!