Author's Notes: Reworked the titles a bit. And, expect some major thee thou butchery ahead. Hey, if any of you keeping up would like to do me a favor, give me some feed back on if you want Frog traipsing through time and basically having an alternate form of the game, or the short, painless, and ultimately quicker "Get sword, kill wizard" ending.
Frog lifted the broken piece of the Masamune. He supposed, since it was the second half, that it contained the spirit of "Mune", but he wasn't sure. Not that it mattered. The sword was broken, forever. He had asked, well. Everyone for a lead on how to fix it. Nothing.
With a sigh, Frog put the "Mune" under his cloak, in a small sheath probably intended for a dagger. The broken sword fit in there, if a tad tightly. He gathered the rest of his traveling supplies, cramming them into a small, gray bag and tying it to his belt. Basically, it was ration food (bread, water, a tad of cheese and jerky) and some money, as well as his spare equipment. Gloves, and the medal, and a few other things.
Hopping up his stairs, and into the monster filled woods, he let his thoughts drift back to all that had happened. Cyrus saving him, Magus killing Cyrus and cursing himself . . . Magus tainting the young boy.
"Cyrus, Crono. Thy lives shalt not be destroyed in vein." It was a restating of a promise that he had made long ago, and one he intended to keep, now. Only . . . "The Masamune was shattered. And I have no hope of repairing it . . ." Perhaps the boy knew something? Doubtful. If the boy had any true valor, he would have gone on a quest to repair the sacred blade. And, of course, he wouldn't have stolen the Badge in the first place. And he wouldn't have impersonated the Hero.
But . . . Why had he given the Badge back to Frog? And, what was this other thing? It seemed to be a key, but for what door? Magus's fortress? He had never heard of that having a key. He answered his own thought outloud. "Aye, the Wizard is arrogant enough to fight all challengers, and throw caution to the wind." So it probably wasn't a key to that. And it might not be a key at all. Perhaps the urchin knew?
Frog strode off to the village, hoping to be able to actually get inside of it and talk to the lad.
* * *
It never seemed to work out to Frog's plans, really. He had been seen by the village guard - monsters were thick, coming from the haunted forest, and a patrol was around generally all the time - and denied entry. It being night didn't help. Frog had sadly neglected to double check the time.
Once again, however, his curse became a blessing. Of course, this aspect of the curse wouldn't need a blessing if it wasn't for the curse, but lets not get into that.
Frog swam around the shoreline. He vaguely remembered being told by someone that the Hero's house was on the shoreline, with a green roof.
"Ah, there 'tis," the warrior mumbled to himself, and he swam to the house. Swimming with all of his gear on was a good deal of exercise, but luckily, Frog was strong enough to deal with the weight. Pulling himself up onto dry, he wrung out his cape, and looked for the boy.
The lad was chopping wood, an amazing amount. Frog felt reminded that Fiona's woods were gone. It seemed that a good deal of them were to be chopped by the thief. Perhaps there were punishments for the deserving.
With a sigh for what must be done, Frog walked to the lad. The immediate effect was fairly alarming.
Tata dropped the ax, and backed against he wall. "I . . . don't have anything else! I don't want to go back to that creepy . . . Please!"
Frog blinked. "Urchin, I do not come to harass thee. I come seeking knowledge of these artifacts you hath given me. The Hero's Medal I know well enough. But this other device, I know not. From hither did thy get this?"
Tata blinked. "You . . . mean that key?" Frog nodded, and Tata gulped. "It . . . was something Crono used on me. To send me into a . . . I think he called it the End of Time. It's a magic thing . . ."
Tata explained his adventures in Magus's old lair to Frog, who then set out.
Come the morning sun, Frog was marching through the wastes, eyes set on a specific mountain.
"Nary again, Magus! Mine friends shall not be destroyed again!" He proclaimed. The sunrise glinted off of something on his cloak.
The Hero's Medal.
Frog lifted the broken piece of the Masamune. He supposed, since it was the second half, that it contained the spirit of "Mune", but he wasn't sure. Not that it mattered. The sword was broken, forever. He had asked, well. Everyone for a lead on how to fix it. Nothing.
With a sigh, Frog put the "Mune" under his cloak, in a small sheath probably intended for a dagger. The broken sword fit in there, if a tad tightly. He gathered the rest of his traveling supplies, cramming them into a small, gray bag and tying it to his belt. Basically, it was ration food (bread, water, a tad of cheese and jerky) and some money, as well as his spare equipment. Gloves, and the medal, and a few other things.
Hopping up his stairs, and into the monster filled woods, he let his thoughts drift back to all that had happened. Cyrus saving him, Magus killing Cyrus and cursing himself . . . Magus tainting the young boy.
"Cyrus, Crono. Thy lives shalt not be destroyed in vein." It was a restating of a promise that he had made long ago, and one he intended to keep, now. Only . . . "The Masamune was shattered. And I have no hope of repairing it . . ." Perhaps the boy knew something? Doubtful. If the boy had any true valor, he would have gone on a quest to repair the sacred blade. And, of course, he wouldn't have stolen the Badge in the first place. And he wouldn't have impersonated the Hero.
But . . . Why had he given the Badge back to Frog? And, what was this other thing? It seemed to be a key, but for what door? Magus's fortress? He had never heard of that having a key. He answered his own thought outloud. "Aye, the Wizard is arrogant enough to fight all challengers, and throw caution to the wind." So it probably wasn't a key to that. And it might not be a key at all. Perhaps the urchin knew?
Frog strode off to the village, hoping to be able to actually get inside of it and talk to the lad.
* * *
It never seemed to work out to Frog's plans, really. He had been seen by the village guard - monsters were thick, coming from the haunted forest, and a patrol was around generally all the time - and denied entry. It being night didn't help. Frog had sadly neglected to double check the time.
Once again, however, his curse became a blessing. Of course, this aspect of the curse wouldn't need a blessing if it wasn't for the curse, but lets not get into that.
Frog swam around the shoreline. He vaguely remembered being told by someone that the Hero's house was on the shoreline, with a green roof.
"Ah, there 'tis," the warrior mumbled to himself, and he swam to the house. Swimming with all of his gear on was a good deal of exercise, but luckily, Frog was strong enough to deal with the weight. Pulling himself up onto dry, he wrung out his cape, and looked for the boy.
The lad was chopping wood, an amazing amount. Frog felt reminded that Fiona's woods were gone. It seemed that a good deal of them were to be chopped by the thief. Perhaps there were punishments for the deserving.
With a sigh for what must be done, Frog walked to the lad. The immediate effect was fairly alarming.
Tata dropped the ax, and backed against he wall. "I . . . don't have anything else! I don't want to go back to that creepy . . . Please!"
Frog blinked. "Urchin, I do not come to harass thee. I come seeking knowledge of these artifacts you hath given me. The Hero's Medal I know well enough. But this other device, I know not. From hither did thy get this?"
Tata blinked. "You . . . mean that key?" Frog nodded, and Tata gulped. "It . . . was something Crono used on me. To send me into a . . . I think he called it the End of Time. It's a magic thing . . ."
Tata explained his adventures in Magus's old lair to Frog, who then set out.
Come the morning sun, Frog was marching through the wastes, eyes set on a specific mountain.
"Nary again, Magus! Mine friends shall not be destroyed again!" He proclaimed. The sunrise glinted off of something on his cloak.
The Hero's Medal.