Chapter 2
The crystal walls of his study seemed to shimmer in anticipation as the blue haired mystic gathered his energy. Sweat drops emerged from his hair line, trickling down his face until they fell and joined the small pool of sweat building on the floor. As his concentration ended he drew a triangle in the air with his right hand and sharply spoke the incantation.
"Vene Vigi Ya Gi Zuni", he finished once his invisible triangle was done. Pushing his left hand trough the middle of it, he spoke the rest of the incantation, "Tfihs Enalp"
The room filled with lights as he finished casting the spell, and the light soon faded into nothing ness followed by curses from a very angry prince.
"Blasted spell, why won't you work damn it", Magus exclaimed as he flipped through a few more pages in the book that lay in front of him looking for answers to his question.
It was hard bound, its cover reflecting the many years of punishment that it had to absorb to protect the information inside, the title read "Astral Plane" and was printed in faded gold. The pages inside the book itself were torn in places, charred in others, and some pages were nothing more than stubs sticking out of the binding.
Closing his book in frustration he massaged the temple of his head with one hand and held the book with the other, griping the hard leather cover to let out tension. Arising from his bow legged position on the ground, he walked over to his home made book self and placed his current book in its proper place.
'Damnit I was so close this time, I could feel it', he thought to himself as he read the titles of the other books that he had in his self made library.
Taking out another book labeled "Planar Maps", he walked over to his balcony that overlooked the sea and studied it for a moment. As violent as it was in this time period the sea held a certain calming value for him. Perhaps it was the knowledge that the Mamooth Machine was trapped down there forever. It was also torturous as well, having to stare at the so- called grave of your sister everyday. It was almost enough to make on quit, but not Magus he knew she wasn't dead and wasn't giving up until he found her. Lost in thought he barely noticed the Epoch appear in the distance, fish tailing out of control.
'What are those brats doing now', he thought to himself as he watched the Epoch spin through the air.
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"OH MY GOD LUCCA WERE GONNA CRASH", screamed Marle as the Epoch hurtled through the air with no one at the helm.
"Well maybe if you would have let me pet the restraints on we wouldn't be spinning around like mad!!", Lucca shouted back.
Lucca gripped the steering wheel and wrestled with it to regain control. It was unwieldy when fish tailing like this, a move that Lucca more than once accidentally had gotten herself into. A few minutes later they were in stable condition and the Epoch was flying as good as ever.
"Next time you do something like that, tell me before you do it", said Lucca as she examined the control panel and studied the readouts.
"Sorry..", was all Marle had to say.
'She looked so scared when she came to my house, what did she see', thought Lucca to herself as she looked for a spot to land.
'Why wasn't Chrono there to protect her, he his Marle's husband after all', continued Luca.
Marle huddled in the corner of the Epoch, still in shock from what happened. She quivered as all the sweat she had accumulated from running began to cool down from the artic temperatures. Grabbing on to the nearest emergency blanket that they had kept on board, she curled up into and closed her eyes.
'Poor girl, whatever it was it must have been horrible'
Lucca scanned the ground for a landing position and at the same time kept the Epoch sturdy under the harsh winds. She looked up just in time to avoid crashing into the crystal tower that appeared in front of her. Jerking the wheel to the left the Epoch made a crunching sound as its bottom slid across the crystal surface. Realizing only too late that she had over steered, Lucca crashed the Epoch into the snowy bank lying next to the tower.
"Well that could have been worse", commented Lucca as she checked the gauges making sure that nothing too important had been damaged.
"My head hurts", complained Marle removing her head from the front of the dashboard where it had made a fairly large dent.
"Marle are you alright, your bleeding!", exclaimed Lucca as Marle touched her forehead that dripped with blood. She pulled her hand down to look at it and her face turned a new shade of purple.
"I don't feel so good Lucca", said Marle as she grabbed her head.
'Great, she's probably going to go unconscious from shock and head injuries', thought Lucca, and as if on cue she heard Marle's unconscious body hit the seat.
The top hatch to the Epoch exploded off as Magus flung it aside with his magics and exposed the two 'brats' that lay inside.
"I thought I told you to leave me be", stated Magus clearly not in the mood.
"Get off your high horse, Marle's hurt and we need someplace to rest", snapped back Lucca as she wrapped Marle in the blanket and carried her out of the Epoch's cockpit.
"And you came to me because you thought I cared?", asked Magus amused.
"I didn't, Marle was the one that put in the destination for here. You can ask her why when she recovers", explained Lucca.
"Interesting, very well you may stay in my tower for the night. No longer than one night though, do I make myself clear", command Magus. Lucca ignored him all the way to the tower and walked in without hesitation.
'I shall never figure out the way that brat's mind works', thought Magus as he sighed to himself and approached his humble abode.
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"Her injuries aren't too bad, a few cure spells should heal here", commented Magus as he examined Marle after Lucca had to convince him that the faster Marle got better the faster they left.
"However, I sense something different in her Aura. Her mind feels distraught, the sign of a traumatic emotional experience"
"When she came to my house she said something about someone being after her", responded Lucca with a look of worry.
"Where is red haired brat", asked Magus as he realized the party was short one person.
"You could at least call him by his name, he did sacrifice his life at one point for you. Marle didn't have him along when she came so I don't know"
'Dark Wind Blows again', comment Magus to himself as he felt that spine tingling sensation that was signature to the Dark Wind.
"What did you say", asked Lucca, suspecting that he was insulting her under his breath.
"Nothing", he said as he started walking up the stairs to his study.
"Where do you think you're going", exclaimed Lucca.
"To read a book", responded Magus coldly as he left Lucca and Marle.
Lucca blinked a few times in disbelief, 'What is wrong with him!!'.
It was approaching night time in the vast artic waste, the aftermath of Lavos crashing into the Earth. If their was sunlight it would have been breath taking, commented Lucca to herself as she tilted her head up at the always present clouds.
'Even still, the landscape is beautiful in a strange sort of way'
'If only Marle was awake for this', she thought as she turned around to check on Marle's condition again. Throughout the day Marle remained in the same condition, a high fever combined with lots of mumbling on her part. Lucca noted that Magus hadn't come down after he went to 'read his book'.
'What's his problem? We all were there for him when he faced Lavos and he was there for us, why can't he just be here for us now?'
Being snapped out of thought from a larger than normal yelp from Marle, Lucca turned her attention back to her patient.
"I suppose I should check her temperature again', thought Lucca as she took the thermometer out of cup sitting next to her.
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It was a strangely sunny day in lush garden that sat just outside the Castle walls but before the draw-bridge and moat. Marle had started it after they returned from their first adventure, needing a hobby that was alittle less stressful than saving the world. However in the span of 2 years it turned into something that she was proud, only letting certain people even see it.
A dark shadow over the Queen as she played with one of the special visitors allowed in the garden.
"Marle I need to talk to you about something", came the voice of Chrono from behind her.
Marle looked up from playing with one of the castle's few kids, the children of parents that had to live here. She felt sorry for them, they had no real friends because the age differences between all of them was so large so she tried to cheer them up when possible. She patted the young child, no more than the age of 6, on the head as he scampered off to find his father, the Royal Guard Captain. It was very odd for Chrono to venture out to the garden, lately he always stayed inside despite her requests for his audience outside.
Getting up from her kneeling position, she turned around and noticed that he looked terrible. His hair had grown far too long to be able to stand up spiky and instead fell down like most long hair does. His clothes also reeked with stains, none food however and she probably didn't want to know what they actually were. But the worst part was his breath, she could smell it and it wasn't pleasant.
Holding down her stomach, she looked him straight in the eyes and meat him with her sunny smile.
"What is it honey", teasingly said Marle.
"I need to talk to you in private 'sweet heart'", replied Chrono coldly back.
Marle noted the false intention in his voice, and the evil glare that he hid behind his emotionless mask. He had been getting worse month by month she thought, ever since he assumed the throne when father died. She had tried to keep up her happy demeanor but everyday he killed a little part of her, whether she wanted to admit it or not.
"Of course", she replied as he led them to her room.
They never ventured into his for some reason, last time she went in to clean, the smell of rotting food held her at bay. 'How does he stand that smell', she thought to herself.
Once they were inside her room he shut the door and closed the curtains. Taking a seat on her bed he motioned, by patting the bed, that he would like her to sit next to him. Marle walked over and sat down next to him, the first time they had even been on the same bed in over half a year. He slowly moved his head to stare at her, the mask now gone and only the evil look in his eyes remained. He moved his hands towards the pendant that she wore around her neck, grasping it and massaging it with his hands.
"Marle, I need this pendant", he hissed out now sounding more like a monster than a man.
"Chrono", she said getting off the bed and taking the pendant out of his reach, "Get a grip, what is going on with you"
"Marle, I need that pendant", hissed Chrono again.
"Chrono, tell me what's wrong. What is happening to you", asked Marle caringly and ready to help her, until recently, devoted husband, "We can get through whatever it is"
"GIVE…ME….THE PENDANT", roared Chrono and as he grabbed her right arm trying to pull her in.
"Chrono, let go of me!!", screamed Marle back at him.
His other hand reached for the Rainbow sword that he kept on him at all times but stopped short as though by an invisible force field.
"Marle….run…now", softly spoke Chrono as his other hand begun wrestling with its counter part to free Marle from his own grip. She stumbled backwards landing on his bottom, still in mute horror. He let his body hang loosely for a few seconds before his other hand lunged back at Marle only to be grabbed again by its counter part.
"Let me go boy", hissed Chrono at himself.
Marle looked on Chrono in shock, staring back into those eyes. They appeared just as they had back in the good old days, bright and cheerful. They flickered back to the eyes of the demon again before changing one more time, a bitter battle being lost and won continued inside his head.
"Leave…her…ALONE", screamed Chrono at himself as he pinned down one half of himself with the other.
"RUN MARLE", screamed Chrono again as his other half retaliated pushing itself back up.
So she did the only thing she could think of, RUN.
I liked that a lot better than last chapter, so let me know if it was or not. Couldn't decide if I wanted to end it here, thought maybe I left alittle too much unsaid. So If ya agree yet me know or even if ya disagree. Again Square owns them not me, or I'd be once rich little bastard :-)
The crystal walls of his study seemed to shimmer in anticipation as the blue haired mystic gathered his energy. Sweat drops emerged from his hair line, trickling down his face until they fell and joined the small pool of sweat building on the floor. As his concentration ended he drew a triangle in the air with his right hand and sharply spoke the incantation.
"Vene Vigi Ya Gi Zuni", he finished once his invisible triangle was done. Pushing his left hand trough the middle of it, he spoke the rest of the incantation, "Tfihs Enalp"
The room filled with lights as he finished casting the spell, and the light soon faded into nothing ness followed by curses from a very angry prince.
"Blasted spell, why won't you work damn it", Magus exclaimed as he flipped through a few more pages in the book that lay in front of him looking for answers to his question.
It was hard bound, its cover reflecting the many years of punishment that it had to absorb to protect the information inside, the title read "Astral Plane" and was printed in faded gold. The pages inside the book itself were torn in places, charred in others, and some pages were nothing more than stubs sticking out of the binding.
Closing his book in frustration he massaged the temple of his head with one hand and held the book with the other, griping the hard leather cover to let out tension. Arising from his bow legged position on the ground, he walked over to his home made book self and placed his current book in its proper place.
'Damnit I was so close this time, I could feel it', he thought to himself as he read the titles of the other books that he had in his self made library.
Taking out another book labeled "Planar Maps", he walked over to his balcony that overlooked the sea and studied it for a moment. As violent as it was in this time period the sea held a certain calming value for him. Perhaps it was the knowledge that the Mamooth Machine was trapped down there forever. It was also torturous as well, having to stare at the so- called grave of your sister everyday. It was almost enough to make on quit, but not Magus he knew she wasn't dead and wasn't giving up until he found her. Lost in thought he barely noticed the Epoch appear in the distance, fish tailing out of control.
'What are those brats doing now', he thought to himself as he watched the Epoch spin through the air.
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"OH MY GOD LUCCA WERE GONNA CRASH", screamed Marle as the Epoch hurtled through the air with no one at the helm.
"Well maybe if you would have let me pet the restraints on we wouldn't be spinning around like mad!!", Lucca shouted back.
Lucca gripped the steering wheel and wrestled with it to regain control. It was unwieldy when fish tailing like this, a move that Lucca more than once accidentally had gotten herself into. A few minutes later they were in stable condition and the Epoch was flying as good as ever.
"Next time you do something like that, tell me before you do it", said Lucca as she examined the control panel and studied the readouts.
"Sorry..", was all Marle had to say.
'She looked so scared when she came to my house, what did she see', thought Lucca to herself as she looked for a spot to land.
'Why wasn't Chrono there to protect her, he his Marle's husband after all', continued Luca.
Marle huddled in the corner of the Epoch, still in shock from what happened. She quivered as all the sweat she had accumulated from running began to cool down from the artic temperatures. Grabbing on to the nearest emergency blanket that they had kept on board, she curled up into and closed her eyes.
'Poor girl, whatever it was it must have been horrible'
Lucca scanned the ground for a landing position and at the same time kept the Epoch sturdy under the harsh winds. She looked up just in time to avoid crashing into the crystal tower that appeared in front of her. Jerking the wheel to the left the Epoch made a crunching sound as its bottom slid across the crystal surface. Realizing only too late that she had over steered, Lucca crashed the Epoch into the snowy bank lying next to the tower.
"Well that could have been worse", commented Lucca as she checked the gauges making sure that nothing too important had been damaged.
"My head hurts", complained Marle removing her head from the front of the dashboard where it had made a fairly large dent.
"Marle are you alright, your bleeding!", exclaimed Lucca as Marle touched her forehead that dripped with blood. She pulled her hand down to look at it and her face turned a new shade of purple.
"I don't feel so good Lucca", said Marle as she grabbed her head.
'Great, she's probably going to go unconscious from shock and head injuries', thought Lucca, and as if on cue she heard Marle's unconscious body hit the seat.
The top hatch to the Epoch exploded off as Magus flung it aside with his magics and exposed the two 'brats' that lay inside.
"I thought I told you to leave me be", stated Magus clearly not in the mood.
"Get off your high horse, Marle's hurt and we need someplace to rest", snapped back Lucca as she wrapped Marle in the blanket and carried her out of the Epoch's cockpit.
"And you came to me because you thought I cared?", asked Magus amused.
"I didn't, Marle was the one that put in the destination for here. You can ask her why when she recovers", explained Lucca.
"Interesting, very well you may stay in my tower for the night. No longer than one night though, do I make myself clear", command Magus. Lucca ignored him all the way to the tower and walked in without hesitation.
'I shall never figure out the way that brat's mind works', thought Magus as he sighed to himself and approached his humble abode.
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"Her injuries aren't too bad, a few cure spells should heal here", commented Magus as he examined Marle after Lucca had to convince him that the faster Marle got better the faster they left.
"However, I sense something different in her Aura. Her mind feels distraught, the sign of a traumatic emotional experience"
"When she came to my house she said something about someone being after her", responded Lucca with a look of worry.
"Where is red haired brat", asked Magus as he realized the party was short one person.
"You could at least call him by his name, he did sacrifice his life at one point for you. Marle didn't have him along when she came so I don't know"
'Dark Wind Blows again', comment Magus to himself as he felt that spine tingling sensation that was signature to the Dark Wind.
"What did you say", asked Lucca, suspecting that he was insulting her under his breath.
"Nothing", he said as he started walking up the stairs to his study.
"Where do you think you're going", exclaimed Lucca.
"To read a book", responded Magus coldly as he left Lucca and Marle.
Lucca blinked a few times in disbelief, 'What is wrong with him!!'.
It was approaching night time in the vast artic waste, the aftermath of Lavos crashing into the Earth. If their was sunlight it would have been breath taking, commented Lucca to herself as she tilted her head up at the always present clouds.
'Even still, the landscape is beautiful in a strange sort of way'
'If only Marle was awake for this', she thought as she turned around to check on Marle's condition again. Throughout the day Marle remained in the same condition, a high fever combined with lots of mumbling on her part. Lucca noted that Magus hadn't come down after he went to 'read his book'.
'What's his problem? We all were there for him when he faced Lavos and he was there for us, why can't he just be here for us now?'
Being snapped out of thought from a larger than normal yelp from Marle, Lucca turned her attention back to her patient.
"I suppose I should check her temperature again', thought Lucca as she took the thermometer out of cup sitting next to her.
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It was a strangely sunny day in lush garden that sat just outside the Castle walls but before the draw-bridge and moat. Marle had started it after they returned from their first adventure, needing a hobby that was alittle less stressful than saving the world. However in the span of 2 years it turned into something that she was proud, only letting certain people even see it.
A dark shadow over the Queen as she played with one of the special visitors allowed in the garden.
"Marle I need to talk to you about something", came the voice of Chrono from behind her.
Marle looked up from playing with one of the castle's few kids, the children of parents that had to live here. She felt sorry for them, they had no real friends because the age differences between all of them was so large so she tried to cheer them up when possible. She patted the young child, no more than the age of 6, on the head as he scampered off to find his father, the Royal Guard Captain. It was very odd for Chrono to venture out to the garden, lately he always stayed inside despite her requests for his audience outside.
Getting up from her kneeling position, she turned around and noticed that he looked terrible. His hair had grown far too long to be able to stand up spiky and instead fell down like most long hair does. His clothes also reeked with stains, none food however and she probably didn't want to know what they actually were. But the worst part was his breath, she could smell it and it wasn't pleasant.
Holding down her stomach, she looked him straight in the eyes and meat him with her sunny smile.
"What is it honey", teasingly said Marle.
"I need to talk to you in private 'sweet heart'", replied Chrono coldly back.
Marle noted the false intention in his voice, and the evil glare that he hid behind his emotionless mask. He had been getting worse month by month she thought, ever since he assumed the throne when father died. She had tried to keep up her happy demeanor but everyday he killed a little part of her, whether she wanted to admit it or not.
"Of course", she replied as he led them to her room.
They never ventured into his for some reason, last time she went in to clean, the smell of rotting food held her at bay. 'How does he stand that smell', she thought to herself.
Once they were inside her room he shut the door and closed the curtains. Taking a seat on her bed he motioned, by patting the bed, that he would like her to sit next to him. Marle walked over and sat down next to him, the first time they had even been on the same bed in over half a year. He slowly moved his head to stare at her, the mask now gone and only the evil look in his eyes remained. He moved his hands towards the pendant that she wore around her neck, grasping it and massaging it with his hands.
"Marle, I need this pendant", he hissed out now sounding more like a monster than a man.
"Chrono", she said getting off the bed and taking the pendant out of his reach, "Get a grip, what is going on with you"
"Marle, I need that pendant", hissed Chrono again.
"Chrono, tell me what's wrong. What is happening to you", asked Marle caringly and ready to help her, until recently, devoted husband, "We can get through whatever it is"
"GIVE…ME….THE PENDANT", roared Chrono and as he grabbed her right arm trying to pull her in.
"Chrono, let go of me!!", screamed Marle back at him.
His other hand reached for the Rainbow sword that he kept on him at all times but stopped short as though by an invisible force field.
"Marle….run…now", softly spoke Chrono as his other hand begun wrestling with its counter part to free Marle from his own grip. She stumbled backwards landing on his bottom, still in mute horror. He let his body hang loosely for a few seconds before his other hand lunged back at Marle only to be grabbed again by its counter part.
"Let me go boy", hissed Chrono at himself.
Marle looked on Chrono in shock, staring back into those eyes. They appeared just as they had back in the good old days, bright and cheerful. They flickered back to the eyes of the demon again before changing one more time, a bitter battle being lost and won continued inside his head.
"Leave…her…ALONE", screamed Chrono at himself as he pinned down one half of himself with the other.
"RUN MARLE", screamed Chrono again as his other half retaliated pushing itself back up.
So she did the only thing she could think of, RUN.
I liked that a lot better than last chapter, so let me know if it was or not. Couldn't decide if I wanted to end it here, thought maybe I left alittle too much unsaid. So If ya agree yet me know or even if ya disagree. Again Square owns them not me, or I'd be once rich little bastard :-)