Author's Notes: This is just a quick little something I whipped up after playing CT for a few days, and going for all the endings. This is based on the one that you get if you beat Lavos after "The Mystic Village", in which Crono rules 600 AD as the Wizard King. I use a few ideas (frequent magic use can lead to insanity, if you're taking it from an impure source) for other stories, but I tried to stay true to the game.
Crono laughed. He had forgotten why he was laughing. He stopped laughing for a moment to stare ahead.
Oh, yes. The little blue haired boy with the sword, shield, and Hero's Medal.
He resumed laughing. A small boy was challenging him, the Wizard King. He probably didn't even have the Masamune, and if he did . . . No matter.
His power filled the chamber, knocking the child down the stairs. Lucca and Marle, to either side, were also effected by the powerful magic. He had lost his ability to actually focus his powers . . . Ah, yes. When he had evicted Magus from this little domain. It was the quite useful - the troops, the furnishings . . . He had even found a little spot which contained power to expand his beyond his normal Lightning powers, at the top of the palace.
It had been . . . A year ago? He had forgotten.
Lucca, Marle, and himself had come to defeat Magus - the frog was unwilling to help - and the freak had been preparing for some kind of spell. A force, which Crono could now identify as the Black Wind, had filled a chamber, and when Crono had used Luminaire to destroy the wizard . . . The power seemed to flow into him.
He had fallen to the ground screaming - what a wonderful experience, he now remarked. All that power! - And Lucca and Marle rushed to his side. He had gotten to his feet, gasping for air - such overwhelming power! - and came down to the throne room. They followed, afraid.
Those three freaks - useless, compared to him. But the mystics followed Ozzie . . . - had pledged to serve him, and Lucca and Marle . . . The fools had thought to oppose him! He had since then destroyed their minds. Perhaps destroyed was not the right word . . . He had simply persuaded them to follow them.
Magical persuasion, but persuasion none the less.
He used Lucca as another wizard. A weak one, but that didn't matter. Her knowledge and power worked themselves into the most divine - or perhaps unholy? Crono laughed again. Wait, he had never stopped laughing . . . - plans, almost overnight. The other girl . . . He had to think. He hadn't needed to address her, truly. She had only one function for him. Marle, yes, that was the blonde's name. Marle was useful as a diplomat, but that was only a secondary function, if that.
The child cried. He was still alive?
Crono strode forward, summoning more power, and he heard the feet scampering as the child ran forward, trying to stick him with some sword. He waved a hand, his powers shattering the blade, and grabbed the runt by the throat.
"Lucca. The Gate Key." He had a wonderful idea. Time to send the runt on a voyage . . . The Old Man - So kind in giving him these powers! - Could do with a visitor.
The scientist quickly reached into a pocket and removed the key, running forward and putting it into Crono's free hand, falling back with bows, and praises. Crono dismissed them, and opened himself into the Black Wind . . . Running magic through the Gate Key, he opened up a child sized rift a few feet away. Into the rift, he threw the boy. And, accidentally, he let the Gate Key go. The vortex swept up the small metal bit, and it was flung after the boy.
Tata screamed. Not the playful screaming as the children made when that odd frog creature came through town, and the children ran away. A horrid sound, like a soul being ripped out. Only he wasn't dead - was he? Was this Hell, a place he was sent to for stealing the Hero's Medal? He couldn't answer himself, and he plunged into nothingness. . .
Until he hit a very hard stone floor. "Oof," was the only noise he had created.
"Well, well. Another lost time travelers," and aged, yet care free, voice responded.
Tata stood up, and oofed again as something hard and metal hit his head.
Tata picked it up - It was a key of some sort. He looked around for the source of the voice, tears in his eyes. He wasn't sure where he was, but he figured he was a long way away from his home, his daddy, and the odd frog person he had stolen the medal from.
He saw some old man leaning against a light post, which was the only source of light, except for the glowing water in a bucked and the seeming field of lights that was outside of the gate. Right now, Tata wouldn't step out of this minor sanctuary if Magus himself were after him. Or, Crono now . . .
He looked at the old man. "Ah . . . Where am I?"
The man looked up, and blinked. "Why, you're in the End of Time. I'm amazed you made it here by yourself. There must be some great things going on. Perhaps related to half the timeline suddenly turning into grape Jell-O a year ago."
Of course, that wasn't what he said. Time had an odd trick to play on people. Anyone who passed through the End of Time was changed. They could understand anyone, and communicate with anyone. Just so long as it was some form of language. It made time traveling very much more convenient, yet the old man had yet to figure out what exactly caused this to happen. Probably something having to do with that odd Nu in his back yard . . .
But, anyone who had entered the area of least time resistance could understand words from another human. Of course, many changes were made. The old man had actually said "Grape bizglnorp", which had been a confectionery delight in the Dark Ages, and had later been rediscovered in Crono's (main) time, only called Jell-O.
Tata looked at him. "I'm lost, aren't I."
The old man sighed. Most of his visitors had either run off screaming by this point - Jumping off the bridge was the preferred way - or accepted this all and asked "So, which pillar of light goes when and where?" like that kid with the cool hair.
"Yes, very. Go up, and to the upper right pillar of light." The door in the back unlocked suddenly. "That should be where you're from." And it was also the border of the time . . . The old man tried to think for a term to describe it. In the end, he simply made one up.
"When you get there, go see about the Time Replacement . . . A hero or something should be doing something that he isn't, or such things."
Of course, thanks to the magic of the End of Time, it got translated as . . .
"When you get there, go see about the Horrendous Time Boo-Boo . . . A hero or something should be doing something that he isn't, or such things."
Tata blinked, and ran away, to the pillar.
A hero? Maybe the frog man, then! He thought as he was sent back to his own time.
Ending Notes:
That was kind of . . . Well, not necessary over all. But I had fun writing it (Think I slipped into Douglas Adams mode. . . Basically, the deal with continuations is this.
I want one review or e-mail. Then I'll work on it. How's that work for you all?
Crono laughed. He had forgotten why he was laughing. He stopped laughing for a moment to stare ahead.
Oh, yes. The little blue haired boy with the sword, shield, and Hero's Medal.
He resumed laughing. A small boy was challenging him, the Wizard King. He probably didn't even have the Masamune, and if he did . . . No matter.
His power filled the chamber, knocking the child down the stairs. Lucca and Marle, to either side, were also effected by the powerful magic. He had lost his ability to actually focus his powers . . . Ah, yes. When he had evicted Magus from this little domain. It was the quite useful - the troops, the furnishings . . . He had even found a little spot which contained power to expand his beyond his normal Lightning powers, at the top of the palace.
It had been . . . A year ago? He had forgotten.
Lucca, Marle, and himself had come to defeat Magus - the frog was unwilling to help - and the freak had been preparing for some kind of spell. A force, which Crono could now identify as the Black Wind, had filled a chamber, and when Crono had used Luminaire to destroy the wizard . . . The power seemed to flow into him.
He had fallen to the ground screaming - what a wonderful experience, he now remarked. All that power! - And Lucca and Marle rushed to his side. He had gotten to his feet, gasping for air - such overwhelming power! - and came down to the throne room. They followed, afraid.
Those three freaks - useless, compared to him. But the mystics followed Ozzie . . . - had pledged to serve him, and Lucca and Marle . . . The fools had thought to oppose him! He had since then destroyed their minds. Perhaps destroyed was not the right word . . . He had simply persuaded them to follow them.
Magical persuasion, but persuasion none the less.
He used Lucca as another wizard. A weak one, but that didn't matter. Her knowledge and power worked themselves into the most divine - or perhaps unholy? Crono laughed again. Wait, he had never stopped laughing . . . - plans, almost overnight. The other girl . . . He had to think. He hadn't needed to address her, truly. She had only one function for him. Marle, yes, that was the blonde's name. Marle was useful as a diplomat, but that was only a secondary function, if that.
The child cried. He was still alive?
Crono strode forward, summoning more power, and he heard the feet scampering as the child ran forward, trying to stick him with some sword. He waved a hand, his powers shattering the blade, and grabbed the runt by the throat.
"Lucca. The Gate Key." He had a wonderful idea. Time to send the runt on a voyage . . . The Old Man - So kind in giving him these powers! - Could do with a visitor.
The scientist quickly reached into a pocket and removed the key, running forward and putting it into Crono's free hand, falling back with bows, and praises. Crono dismissed them, and opened himself into the Black Wind . . . Running magic through the Gate Key, he opened up a child sized rift a few feet away. Into the rift, he threw the boy. And, accidentally, he let the Gate Key go. The vortex swept up the small metal bit, and it was flung after the boy.
Tata screamed. Not the playful screaming as the children made when that odd frog creature came through town, and the children ran away. A horrid sound, like a soul being ripped out. Only he wasn't dead - was he? Was this Hell, a place he was sent to for stealing the Hero's Medal? He couldn't answer himself, and he plunged into nothingness. . .
Until he hit a very hard stone floor. "Oof," was the only noise he had created.
"Well, well. Another lost time travelers," and aged, yet care free, voice responded.
Tata stood up, and oofed again as something hard and metal hit his head.
Tata picked it up - It was a key of some sort. He looked around for the source of the voice, tears in his eyes. He wasn't sure where he was, but he figured he was a long way away from his home, his daddy, and the odd frog person he had stolen the medal from.
He saw some old man leaning against a light post, which was the only source of light, except for the glowing water in a bucked and the seeming field of lights that was outside of the gate. Right now, Tata wouldn't step out of this minor sanctuary if Magus himself were after him. Or, Crono now . . .
He looked at the old man. "Ah . . . Where am I?"
The man looked up, and blinked. "Why, you're in the End of Time. I'm amazed you made it here by yourself. There must be some great things going on. Perhaps related to half the timeline suddenly turning into grape Jell-O a year ago."
Of course, that wasn't what he said. Time had an odd trick to play on people. Anyone who passed through the End of Time was changed. They could understand anyone, and communicate with anyone. Just so long as it was some form of language. It made time traveling very much more convenient, yet the old man had yet to figure out what exactly caused this to happen. Probably something having to do with that odd Nu in his back yard . . .
But, anyone who had entered the area of least time resistance could understand words from another human. Of course, many changes were made. The old man had actually said "Grape bizglnorp", which had been a confectionery delight in the Dark Ages, and had later been rediscovered in Crono's (main) time, only called Jell-O.
Tata looked at him. "I'm lost, aren't I."
The old man sighed. Most of his visitors had either run off screaming by this point - Jumping off the bridge was the preferred way - or accepted this all and asked "So, which pillar of light goes when and where?" like that kid with the cool hair.
"Yes, very. Go up, and to the upper right pillar of light." The door in the back unlocked suddenly. "That should be where you're from." And it was also the border of the time . . . The old man tried to think for a term to describe it. In the end, he simply made one up.
"When you get there, go see about the Time Replacement . . . A hero or something should be doing something that he isn't, or such things."
Of course, thanks to the magic of the End of Time, it got translated as . . .
"When you get there, go see about the Horrendous Time Boo-Boo . . . A hero or something should be doing something that he isn't, or such things."
Tata blinked, and ran away, to the pillar.
A hero? Maybe the frog man, then! He thought as he was sent back to his own time.
Ending Notes:
That was kind of . . . Well, not necessary over all. But I had fun writing it (Think I slipped into Douglas Adams mode. . . Basically, the deal with continuations is this.
I want one review or e-mail. Then I'll work on it. How's that work for you all?