Note: This one is a tad shorter than the last one, I think. Or, at least, there appears to be less content in it. Maybe I'm being paranoid. And, another thing. I don't claim to get Frog's accent right. I'm simply pulling memories of CT and the Dragon Warrior games. Expect a few discrepancies.
Tata was screaming again, for the third time in . . . He had forgotten how long. The odd, glowing void around him continued to give him an unusual state of fear, glowing rods of space/time both beautiful and terrifying.
Mostly terrifying, he realized, as the Gate spewed him out into the Canyon in 600 AD. He wasn't aware of anything having to do with time travel. He just knew it was familiar, and there wasn't something trying to kill him. Some food would have given it a perfect three out of three, but no sense in being greedy.
He got to his feet, hoping he would stop his shivering by the time he got into the village. He set out, sneaking around the imps and other monsters lurking around the area.
He reached the town about noon. Whither it was noon on the same day he had entered Magus' castle . . . Or some other noon, days, weeks, years alter, he couldn't tell. Nor did he care. He began to run through the town, earning rude remarks, and a few threats, from the adults and older children. But, that was unimportant. What was important was getting these . . . things back to that frogman. Then turning himself to his father for the grounding of a lifetime.
After these lovely events, Tata didn't want to leave the house for a while.
"'Tis a shame, when a city turns away one of thy citizens . . ." Frog thought this was ridiculous. He was going to have to walk to Dabino, and perhaps Truce, to get supplies. Luckily the bridge was free now. He had heard stories that Crono had beaten back Magus's troops . . . Before whatever was happening now started happening.
The common person didn't know much about the oddness going on, Crono's reign of terror, and Frog remained in his forest hideaway for the most part. All he knew was that the boy had gone to fight Magus, and was changed.
Frog couldn't believe the lad had turned to evil. Perhaps the foul enchanter was taking over the boy, or some foul deed. Frog had entertained the thought of rushing forward and confronting Crono, and finding out what happened. However, Frog was out of it. He would fight no more wars, his disgrace now complete.
"My friends are gone, and Crono doth betray the world. 'Tis a sad state of affairs," the Squire-Turned-Frog-Turned-Frog-Knight mused to himself. "Cyrus, thy death happened in vein. Perhaps, some day, a brave Knight of the Square Table will vanquish the dark wizard once and for all, in thy name. I'm not worthy . . ." Frog let his depression slide off of him, and continued his hike. This had once been a lovely forest, he remembered. The war was waging its toll against everyone, not just Guardia's soldiers.
The would-be hero sighed. He didn't feel like undergoing another case of rejection. He decided to head straight through the bridge, and to Truce, where at least a few people knew him.
It was late when he reached the midpoint of the bridge. The sun had sat, and he could only see one figure walking across the bridge.
The figure gasped, and dropped to his knees. Frog ran over to the small form. "Art thou all right? Thee must be exhausted." Frog got his first look at the figures face.
"Ah! 'Tis thee, the vile thief from the village. Returned to steal some soldiers honor?"
Tata looked up. "No . . . No! I'm . . . sorry." Tata pressed two things into Frog's clammy hands.
"Some . . . Old man said to look for a hero who wasn't . . . Doing what he was supposed to be. I'm sorry for stealing them." The boy got back to his feet, and started walking across the bridge. Frog stood there, blinking, until he noticed what he was now carrying.
"The Hero's Medal! And some key . . ." Frog frowned. What did this portend?
Tata was screaming again, for the third time in . . . He had forgotten how long. The odd, glowing void around him continued to give him an unusual state of fear, glowing rods of space/time both beautiful and terrifying.
Mostly terrifying, he realized, as the Gate spewed him out into the Canyon in 600 AD. He wasn't aware of anything having to do with time travel. He just knew it was familiar, and there wasn't something trying to kill him. Some food would have given it a perfect three out of three, but no sense in being greedy.
He got to his feet, hoping he would stop his shivering by the time he got into the village. He set out, sneaking around the imps and other monsters lurking around the area.
He reached the town about noon. Whither it was noon on the same day he had entered Magus' castle . . . Or some other noon, days, weeks, years alter, he couldn't tell. Nor did he care. He began to run through the town, earning rude remarks, and a few threats, from the adults and older children. But, that was unimportant. What was important was getting these . . . things back to that frogman. Then turning himself to his father for the grounding of a lifetime.
After these lovely events, Tata didn't want to leave the house for a while.
"'Tis a shame, when a city turns away one of thy citizens . . ." Frog thought this was ridiculous. He was going to have to walk to Dabino, and perhaps Truce, to get supplies. Luckily the bridge was free now. He had heard stories that Crono had beaten back Magus's troops . . . Before whatever was happening now started happening.
The common person didn't know much about the oddness going on, Crono's reign of terror, and Frog remained in his forest hideaway for the most part. All he knew was that the boy had gone to fight Magus, and was changed.
Frog couldn't believe the lad had turned to evil. Perhaps the foul enchanter was taking over the boy, or some foul deed. Frog had entertained the thought of rushing forward and confronting Crono, and finding out what happened. However, Frog was out of it. He would fight no more wars, his disgrace now complete.
"My friends are gone, and Crono doth betray the world. 'Tis a sad state of affairs," the Squire-Turned-Frog-Turned-Frog-Knight mused to himself. "Cyrus, thy death happened in vein. Perhaps, some day, a brave Knight of the Square Table will vanquish the dark wizard once and for all, in thy name. I'm not worthy . . ." Frog let his depression slide off of him, and continued his hike. This had once been a lovely forest, he remembered. The war was waging its toll against everyone, not just Guardia's soldiers.
The would-be hero sighed. He didn't feel like undergoing another case of rejection. He decided to head straight through the bridge, and to Truce, where at least a few people knew him.
It was late when he reached the midpoint of the bridge. The sun had sat, and he could only see one figure walking across the bridge.
The figure gasped, and dropped to his knees. Frog ran over to the small form. "Art thou all right? Thee must be exhausted." Frog got his first look at the figures face.
"Ah! 'Tis thee, the vile thief from the village. Returned to steal some soldiers honor?"
Tata looked up. "No . . . No! I'm . . . sorry." Tata pressed two things into Frog's clammy hands.
"Some . . . Old man said to look for a hero who wasn't . . . Doing what he was supposed to be. I'm sorry for stealing them." The boy got back to his feet, and started walking across the bridge. Frog stood there, blinking, until he noticed what he was now carrying.
"The Hero's Medal! And some key . . ." Frog frowned. What did this portend?