A long time ago, in a universe far different than our own...
There was Aslan...
There was the White Witch...
And there was Narnia.
From the same lunatic who brought you Operation ArchAngel, Hellfire Paradox, and a lot of other fanfics, comes my first ever Chrono Trigger fanfic...
CHRONO TRIGGER: The Narnia Chronicles
Disclaimer: I don't own Crono, Marle, Lucca, Frog (I'm using his human name in this fic), Magus, or any of the other characters or concepts from the Chrono Trigger video game. I'll list those few characters that I do own, as well as who owns everything else, at the end of the fic.
Chapter 1- Immortal Combat
She had been awaiting his arrival most zealously, making every preparation. She had failed to capture him once before, true. This time though, he would not elude her. Even though, through some doing of Aslan's, she could no longer track Magus using the black wind, she knew he was coming. Even now, she knew he was nearly here.
He would fight. But she would win.
Magus, after following Aslan's sword through the many hallways and corridors and rooms of the Witch's castle, now stood on the edge of the biggest fight of his life. Before him, huge, dominating, fearsome, stood a monolith of a doorway made of a million black diamonds, perfectly cut; the most lavishly decorated thing in the castle. No doubt the entrance to the throne room. Taking a deep breath, Magus laid one hand on the door and-
Suddenly, Magus detected the sound of a large group of footsteps headed his way. Quickly looking around, Magus dashed behind one of the stone statues that randomly dotted the castle and waited in perfect silence as the footsteps got closer by the second. By now he could discern that whoever was approaching was running, meaning that they might be searching for him. Bracing himself, he waited until they were practically at the door to the throne room and then-
"C'mon! We gotta hurry!" Crono shouted to the group behind him, Caspian, Reepicheep, and Cyrus having joined the team after taking out the Tundros Spawn army outside. Their footsteps echoed loudly down the hallway as all nine warriors dashed towards where Schala said the Witch's throne room was. "We've gotta get there in time to help Magus."
"The Witch is not to be underestimated." Reepicheep added.
"Just like old times, ay Glenn?" Cyrus asked, a long, thick double-edged sword in hand.
"Indeed, Cyrus. I admit, I never did think I woulds't see you again." Glenn replied.
"It's a short visit, Glenn. We shall have to say our goodbyes soon, again."
"I know. Still,..." Glenn's eyes had a look of determination. "I hope this be our finest battle."
Suddenly, a blur of black shot out in front of them-
Magus was only able to barely stop himself in time, narrowly averting the Lightning 2 attack he'd been preparing to unleash at Crono and the others only seconds before. Crono and the others were startled for a second at Magus's sudden appearing, just as Magus had been upon discovering the footsteps belonged to them, but everyone was quick to recover from the shock and Magus addressed the group.
"I thought you were the Witch's minions; I apologize." He turned towards the nearby doorway. "I think that's the entrance to the Witch's throne room. Come on, let's go."
"Magus, hold a minute." Glenn said, causing Magus to stop mid-step and look back at him. Glenn took a deep breath, then approached Magus. "Stealing the Masamune and pendant twas a lowly underhanded maneuver-"
"I didn't think I had a choice. I thought I had to use every bit of power I could to-"
"-for a warrior of your caliber." Glenn added, much to Magus's surprise. "I can understand why thou did it, Magus; not out of selfish gain or power hungry ambition, but out of concern for thine sister and friends." He paused. "But let us not dwell upon such things when the doorway to battle draws so near. Magus, by the sword in your hand and what Schala and Evesca have'th told us, this is your fight. Lead us into battle!"
After a long moment, Magus nodded. Turning towards the doorway and throwing his cape open with his freehand, he walked confidently towards the doorway, laid one hand on it, and with a surging of power through his hand the door was thrown backwards in shards by a blast of Dark Matter. The room beyond was large and dark, made darker still by blue-flame torches placed at random intervals across the walls. At the center of it all, seated upon a throne of twisted, dark-silver ice, was a shadowed figure who was at the same time human in appearance, but also unquestionably not. Next to her was a rather familiar silver chair. 'She's been preparing for our arrival.' Magus thought to himself.
Magus brought Aslan's sword to a ready position, it's light now casting into the dark room.
"Now, Witch," He challenged to the figure in the shadows. "Now it ends. Here, now. Only one of us will come out of this alive."
"Yes, prince Janus. Only one." The Witch's voice echoed out from the throne room. "Come and meet your defeat, warriors. Step over the threshold and know true fear."
The Witch's new body was, in many ways, highly similar to that of her Tundros. Humanoid in construction, no doubt,... but ... distinctly alien in the same. It was almost as if she was 'wearing' Tundros: her clothing was undoubtably similar to Tundros, a pair of spike-like shoulder guards fanned out over her shoulders and the chest piece of her outfit shockingly similar to Tundros's mouth/eye/head. In her hand she held a long staff that looked like it had been formed of two stretched Tundros Spawn spikes molded together, and her crown was made completely of blue flames. Her skin was tinted a cold ice blue, hey eyes now entirely black, her hair a frost-black and her lips only barely hinting at the lightest shades of red. Her robe trailed long behind her, almost two feet of extra length, and on top of that she wore a longer still wide black cape attached to the shoulder pieces of her attire.
In essence, the White Witch had become a humanoid Lavos, or in this case Tundros. Magus and the others braced themselves for combat as she slowly walked towards them, stopping a good fifteen feet away.
" 'Welcome to my parlor', said the Tundros to the flies." The Witch laughed. "Behold, my new and ultimate form! Now nothing is impossible for me; I am immortal!" She glared at the ten warriors in front of her. "How can you possibly hope to oppose me? You should surrender now or you will surely perish, foolish ones."
"To surrender to you would be surrendering to death." Cyrus challenged.
"Prepare yourself for defeat, evil one!" Caspian added, bringing his sword to ready.
"Caspian? And Reepicheep?" She laughed out loud at this strange turn of events. "So Aslan has sent reinforcements to help you, Magus? For all the good it'll do you; now even Aslan will soon fear my power!!"
"No, Witch. It is you who will fear." Magus said, drawing his sword into the open. It trailed an arc of neon-blue fire as Magus swung in defiance at his foe, then leveled the blade at the White Witch. "Behold, a sword forged by Aslan, given to me to destroy you with. Prepare to die yet again, monster!"
"Oh ho ho! How wrong you are, Magus, for after I defeat all of you, you will become my servant by the power of the silver chair. You have proved yourself yet again by defeating Dalton, and now Magus your fate is sealed!"
"Enough talk, demon! Magus is dead..." He stated with a confident smirk. "... and at last, Janus is reborn."
"We shall see, warrior. We shall see!" She shouted in rage bringing her bladed scepter into a battle position.
"Hey Magus," Crono pipped up suddenly. "I think it's time to upgrade the X Strike attack. What'dya think; you in?"
Magus nodded. Glenn, Magus, Crono, Reepicheep, Caspian, and Cyrus got into position and then, swords ready, became living human blurs as all six dashed headfirst towards the Witch. The sound of swords contacting armor rang through the throne room as all six weapons found their mark, then each of the warriors backflipped back to their starting positions as the Witch dropped to one knee, holding her chest in pain. Magus held his sword up, the flame glowing even brighter now and practically flooding the throne room in it's light despite the light-consuming blue flame torches.
"...No! How is this possible?!" The Witch exclaimed, then quickly got back to her feet, her injuries healing quickly and almost supernaturally. "I have underestimated you, warriors. But I shall not make that mistake again!!"
Eyes glowing with evil power, the Witch slowly lifted off the ground, hovered for a few moments just above the ground, then quickly floated to a distance of about twenty feet off the ground and leveled her scepter at the ten warriors far below her. Dark blue electricity surged in a sphere around her as her anger seemed to fuel her strike.
Suddenly, though, it was almost as if she calmed down. The electricity dropped away from around her, although she continued to remain hovering high in the air, now looking down on her opposers with a slight smirk.
"Perhaps... perhaps I'm being a bit rash. Friends, why do we have to fight against each other like this? Can we not all-"
"What kind of blithering idiots do you take us for?" Magus interjected, causing a bitter angry frown to appear on the Witch's face. "In case you're not up to date, Dalton tried to pull that same lowlife trick on me; trying to confuse me into joining you. Well, I'm no fool." He brought his sword to bear. "Today you die, Witch!"
"Is that what you think?" She smirked, a smirk that hinted to a secret knowledge. Magus quickly scanned the room as she continued. "Oh, you poor mislead heroes... my ways are not nearly as simple as the bag of tricks I handed to Dalton. Behold the power of the green flames of illusion!"
Instantly, the blue-flame torches that skirted the walls of the throne room flashed for a moment, then transformed an intense neon green interlaced with streaks of red and blue occasionally. Slowly, a dark green haze began to fill the room, spreading out from the torches and cumulating as one large cloud in the center of the room.
"This green fog should help us..." She laughed at her cleverness. "Understand each other better. It has many uses, many indeed."
"More illusions?" Magus scoffed. "Is that the sum of all your powers, illusion?"
"Far more than that, Magus. For by the power of this mist I can summon your worst nightmares, your most deep, secret fears and deepest dreads! Welcome to my nightmare, warriors!!"
The scream resounded in Crono's ears. Suddenly, the room around him dropped away, replaced by an endless black realm like that of nightmares and dreams, Magus and all the others slowly fading away like the room. The Witch was gone too, but all Crono could think about was the screaming. Fear and panic showed on his face as he spun around, trying to locate the source of the sound.
"Crono!! Help me! Crono!!!"
Marle's shout pierced him, cutting his breath out from under him. At that instant, he knew only one thought: protect Marle. Then his perceptions added an additional panic to his mind; everything was black for as far as he could see.
"Crono!!! Please!!! Crono!!"
He spun around furiously, sweating bullets, but no matter where he turned she wasn't there. He could hear her tortured, fearful, horrified screaming and he could also hear the sound of some nightmarish creature: thundering footsteps, roars of rage; he could discern Marle running from her attacker, but in the same inexplicable way he at the same time knew it was catching up to her. His eyes went wide, his whole body tensened in fear, and desperately hoping to defend Marle he slashed with his sword-
-The next thing he saw was Marle, face pale, with one long open slash cleanly through her stomach. For half a moment he caught her fear-stricken eyes, eyes which spoke what her quivering lips no longer had the breath to.
'Why, Crono?'
With that, her body slumped weakly to the ground, dead. Crono, eyes wide and unparalleled frenzied panic on his face, quickly knelt beside her and checked for a pulse. Gone were the sounds of the pursuing monster, and now all that echoed throughout the bleak dark world was Crono's tortured scream as he held the body of his once-beloved Marle in his arms.
Glenn stood high on a cliff overlooking the waterfalls. Normally a peaceful, beautiful scene, but transformed into a nightmare by the figures before him. Ozzie floated on his right, Magus stood with his back to him directly in front of Glenn. At his sides was Cyrus,... but also Crono and Marle and Lucca. Glenn reached for the Masamune but found in the same instance that he no longer had it. Cyrus dashed forward at Ozzie, Masamune in hand, but suddenly a slash from Magus's scythe sent the weapon flying off the side of the cliff and towards the waters below. On contact, however, those waters transformed right before Glenn's eyes into molten lava, turning the whole scene a shadow-cast dark red. As a bolt of lightning from Magus struck Cyrus, turning his body instantly to flames, Crono dashed forward at Ozzie, sword ready to strike the villain down with one razor-sharp swing. In a blur of motion Ozzie somehow retaliated, sending Crono falling fear-stricken towards the rivers of fire below as Ozzie laughed.
Cyrus's words, spoken to him in caring understanding, now echoed in his head with evil, crippling truth.
"You're a marshmallow, Glenn..."
The statement proved true as Marle and Lucca prepared to attack. Combining their powers, they sent a combined blast of fire and ice at Magus, but with a flash of black electricity the attack switched directions, hitting Marle and Lucca dead-on. Over the sides they fell, like limp bloodied rag dolls cast aside emotionlessly. Their screams of fear echoed in Glenn's ears as they fell downwards, towards certain death.
His own voice echoed out from the back of his mind as Magus turned and fixed a paralyzing glare on Glenn.
"... I don't know... I think I'd really lose if I had to hurt someone . . . hurt someone..."
"Spineless wimp!" Ozzie shouted. "Now, thanks to your cowardice, you'll be joining your friends!"
Lucca knew this place. Knew this house. She'd grown up here.
She also knew what had happened here. She thought she'd been able to go back. To change the past. To save her mother.
But the nightmare didn't want to end. No. The nightmare didn't just want Lucca's mother to die a slow, painful death with a pair of crippled legs.
No, the nightmare would not be so merciful.
And there Lucca stood, paralyzed, helpless,
As the nightmare killed her mother,
Not satisfied with once, nor twice, not even three times would satisfy the nightmare's thirst for blood.
And so Lucca stood there, unable to even shout in torment, as the nightmare killed her mother over,... and over,... and over,... and over,... and over... over... over... over...
Zeal was falling apart all around her. But mother wanted immortality, and Schala had no choice but to amplify the Mammon Machine's powers to it's fullest extend. Suddenly, a red knife pierced the Mammon Machine, shattering Zeal-
And in it's place, Lavos.
One roar from Lavos was all it took. Schala could hear them. She could hear them from inside Lavos. The tortured screams. The screams of all of Lavos's victims. Crono, Marle, Lucca, Glenn, Alya, Robo, Janus, her mother and father, Evesca,... Lavos killed them.
"...No," The voices shouted. "You killed us. You! You killed us all, Schala!"
It was all the voices at once. Crono. Janus. Mother. Gaspar. Belthazar. Melanchoir. Evesca. In her mind's eye she could see them.
"No! I tried to stop this! I tried to tell mother-"
"You! It was you, Schala!"
"No! No, I didn't want this to happen!"
"You killed us, Schala!"
There it stood. Massive. Terrifying. Monstrous. Lavos. On it stood queen Zeal, absorbing Lavos's power within her.
There was Crono. Battered. Wounded and bleeding. Throwing everything he had at Lavos.
Magus lay nearby, unconscious. Lucca, barely able to lift herself off the ground, watched with a horrified expression as Lavos almost seemed to laugh at Crono. Schala was nearby as well, trying hard with what little strength she had left not to be pulled in by Lavos's beam.
'No! Not again! Please not again!'
Marle could only watch in horror as, with one last blast of power, Crono concentrated all his strength and unleashed at Lavos a surge of energy so awesome it filled the surrounding area with bright white light until everything except Crono was lost behind it's blazing shine.
Then Marle watched as Crono's body tore apart under the power of his own last ditch maneuver, the blackened silhouette slowly cut into dust by the corona of doomsday power.
"Crono, no...........!!"
Chapter 2- Last Hope Crushed
The White Witch watched in amusement as her nightmare powers went to work on her enemies below, paralyzing them with trembling at unseen torments. Reepicheep, Caspian, and Cyrus tried desperately to shake their companions out of it, but to no avail. All each of them could see, Crono, Glenn, Marle, Lucca, even Magus, Schala, and Evesca, was the nightmare world being projected into each one's mind.
"Fools, they are of no use to you now." The Witch laughed. "Your mission has failed; Narnia and the whole universe belong to me, nothing can stop that."
Suddenly, Caspian darted forward, sword aimed at one of the green-flame torches, but a blast of lightning suddenly sent him flying backwards like a force field as he got within striking distance. He hit the ground hard, and as Reepicheep and Cyrus helped him to his feet the Witch's laughter filled the throne room from wall to wall, echoing back from the ceiling above.
"As you can see, Caspian, I have taken every precaution. Nothing will be able to break the dark barrier between you and the torches. Go home, boy; you cannot win!"
"Then we shalt go down fighting." Reepicheep returned. "Even if thou dost defeat us and controlth them using your spells, Aslan will not be mocked. Your hour tis' appointed, snake!"
"Ha! Strong words, but no deeds to back them up. Your Aslan is weak and feeble if He needs to send such as you to defeat me."
Turning from the three remaining warriors, the Witch's eyes glowed with power as she looked straight at Magus.
The golden statue held in it's hands two high orange flames, it's eyes seeming as if alive by the flickering and dancing of the fires. Magus quickly realized he was standing in that chamber of his old castle where he had tried once to summon Lavos. Blue flames ringed the golden circle on the floor and the black wind surged around him, blowing his cape in it's supernatural winds.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness beyond the ring of flames.
"Welcome home, Great and Feared Magus." The figure said.
"Who are you? How did I get here?" Magus demanded. He reached for Aslan's sword, but discovered it to be gone from his hands and the area around him.
"You don't recognize me?" The phantom returned.
"Should I?"
"Of course. I'm you."
"What?!"
"I'm you, Magus the Great and Feared. This is my castle, from where I will one day dominate the whole world and avenge the death of my sister and mother by killing Lavos."
"... That's impossible. This castle doesn't exist anymore! Crono and Glenn and the others came here and changed time and-"
"Crono? Who is this Crono? And as for Glenn, he's a frog, a weakling, a spineless fool. And no one dares come here to attack me, or they will have to fight my top generals, Ozzie, Slash, and Flea, not to mention find a way into the underwater caves that lead here. This fortress is impenetrable."
"Maybe not so as you think." Magus retaliated. "I am not who you say I am anymore. This is not who I am,-"
"But how can this not be who you are? We are one person, you and I. Our goals are the same: avenge Zeal and control this world the way we were always meant to."
"No, that's not true. I don't know how I got here, but I was in Narnia, fighting the White Witch-"
"Narnia? White Witch?" The phantom snickered coldly. "I have never heard of these things either. What is a Narnia, and who is this White Witch?"
Magus paused, collected his thoughts, and then replied.
"You should know, if you claim to be me."
"Yes, I am you, and since I have no knowledge of what you're talking about it must not exist. You must clear your minds of these illusions and set yourself on your true task, Magus."
"No, it is real, I've been there. Schala was sent there when Zeal was destroyed, and Evesca traded her life for Schala's, and we sailed to the White Witch's realm on a ship called the Dawn Treader and-"
"Schala is dead, you fool!" The phantom retorted sharply. "Lavos killed her and mother like the ravenous beast it is. There is no such thing as Narnia, or Evesca, or the White Witch, or the Dawn Treader. All illusions that must be pushed aside so you can accomplish your true task."
"... No! No; I refuse to believe it's an illusion! It can't be! No!"
"It's just a dream, Magus. Fantasy and reality are hard to tell apart when you're asleep. What you think you're remembering, the places you think you've been, the things you think you've done, nothing but memories of a dream."
Magus almost seemed stunned, now even unsure of his own thoughts. Was it all a dream? No, it couldn't have been, he'd been there! But... the chances Schala was actually alive... how *could* it be true? Maybe. . . perhaps . . .
No! Aslan!
"... Maybe it was all a dream." Magus returned. "And maybe Schala is dead. Maybe there is no such person as Crono, or Lucca, or Marle. Maybe Glenn is just a frog hiding out somewhere, afraid of his own shadow. Maybe the White Witch doesn't exist, or Narnia, or Evesca, or the Dawn Treader."
"Yes, that's it, Magus. Nothing but a dream."
"You didn't let me finish my thought." Magus smirked. The phantom, at those words, almost seemed confused. Magus continued. "Assuming all of it was just a dream . . . but even if it was, I know one thing that wasn't. A being beyond my own understanding that could never simply be the product of my own imagination, not even my farthest speculations or ravings." Magus paused dramatically as the phantom almost seemed to cringe. "His name is Aslan."
With those confidently spoken words, Magus's nightmare world shattered like glass. As he slowly lifted his gaze, he was satisfied to see a look of utter incomprehensible astonishment and rage in the White Witch's eyes.
His gamble had been right.
Standing to his feet, Magus picked up Aslan's sword and held it pointed at the Witch.
"How?! How could you have known how to break the spell?!!"
"I had a hunch." Magus replied. "It seems you and Dalton think alike, so it wasn't hard to guess that you were behind that nightmare. You decided to use my past against me, trying to convince me I was still that person, but you overlooked one thing. Magus is dead, and my name is Janus."
Before the White Witch could say a word, Magus leapt forward at her, sword blazing amidst the darkness. He scored one clean hit before the Witch blocked with her scepter, but that was all it took. The green coloring slowly faded from the torches, and one by one Crono, Marle, Lucca, Glenn, Schala, and Evesca began to get up. Magus jumped back and prepared to guard the recuperating fighters against the Witch's attacks, sword in one hand and black energy surging through his other. Crono and Marle were the first to spot each other, and after a moment of unspoken 'oh my gosh, you're alive!!', the two embraced in relief that the other was OK. Glenn, upon awakening, quickly spotted the Masamune, reached for it slowly, then stood to his feet with Cyrus's help and faced the White Witch, bold and unafraid. Lucca, upon realizing where she was and what had happened, quickly reached for her blaster and leveled a 'how dare you?!! Prepare to DIE!!!' look at the Witch. Schala and Evesca were back on their feet quickly as well, intense white and neon-blue energy glowing on their hands and payback-time evident in their expressions. Upon seeing their companions to be alright, Cyrus, Caspian, and Reepicheep got ready for a battle, Crono and Marle standing up and getting ready to fight moments later.
The White Witch looked peeved off in a very big way.
"You're gonna pay for that, monster!" Lucca challenged. "How dare you; you won't get away with that!"
"No, you're the ones who won't get away! How dare you defy my powers; you'll pay with your lives now!!!" She shouted in outrage, dark blue electricity once more surging around her. "Until now I have been very patient, trying hard to make you all see things my way. But since you refuse to understand, you have now brought on yourselves doom like you shall never see again!!"
"Bring it!" Crono shouted in defiance.
"We're not scared of you!" Marle added.
"So you're finally done toying with us now?" Magus asked, although it wasn't quite a question. "Let's see if you really have the power to back up that pomp and bragging you've been doing."
"... Today you shall witness a power more fearful than death!" She shouted, pointing her open palm at the ten warriors below. "Hahahahaha!"
Suddenly, it was as if the entire castle was shook with an earthquake, or at least the whole throne room. Without warning, violently smashing up through the floor, huge stone spikes at least fifteen feet high erupted up all across the throne room floor. Everyone scattered to evade the spires of death as the Witch laughed confidently. Magus dodged a spike just moments before it shattered the ground he'd been standing on, then quickly dashed to push Evesca out of the way as two spikes crashed up out from below the floor at her.
But as it turned out, that was just a diversionary tactic. As the spikes continued crashing upwards and filling the throne room, the Witch aimed both hands at Lucca and let loose a blast of blue flames that ignited on contact with the ground into a raging firestorm. Lucca dodged at the last second, ducked behind a spike, and then aimed and fired off a Mega Bomb at the Witch. The bomb exploded against her electric shield and moments later she retaliated with a thunderstorm of electric-like black energy blasts, scoring direct hits on Cyrus, Glenn, and Crono, Magus shielding himself with his cape and the others evading behind spikes.
"Shadow Doom Blaze!"
At the moment the beam of energy contacted the ground, flames erupted literally everywhere in the throne room and fire filled everyone's field of vision. Magus shielded as best he could, but not even he could hold back the blunt of this attack. Lavos's Shadow Doom Blaze had been nowhere near this powerful, but that worried Magus nowhere near as much as what happened next. In the midst of the blaze of flame, a silhouetted figure suddenly faded into view right in front of Magus, appearing to be flying straight at him. By the time he could react, the Witch had struck. She brought her bladed scepter down in one swift motion, cleaving a slash into his chest, then brought the weapon to bear once again and slashed downward. Magus screamed in pain, the flames now slowly fading. . .
"Now do you realize, Magus? You have brought this upon yourself by defying me."
Flame-dried blood coated the ground at his feet. A part of his cape had also been cut off by the swipe, and now it lay on the ground nearby, smouldering. Magus's breath came in short and forced gasps as he held his chest with his right hand. . . his left one now severed from the whole and lying on the ground about a foot behind him and to his left. Magus had, for his whole life as a warrior, trained himself not to feel pain. But this was too much. He cringed in pain as he lost pint after pint of thick red blood through the stub that was left of his arm. It almost felt as if he was chocking on his own breath as he struggled to stand upright, the Witch glaring down at him.
"Last chance, Magus. Join me or die!"
He reached deep inside and replied with what little strength he had left.
". . . Then. . . I die. . ."
"NOOO!!!"
The shout came from both Schala and Evesca at once, the two dashing forward to defend Magus. The Witch turned her gaze at them and before they could take another step a solid wall of blue flames leapt into being in front of them. Schala reacted quickly, trying to blast at the wall with energy attacks, but it wouldn't budge.
Before the Witch could return her gaze to her victim, Magus had realized his chance and struck. The flame of the blade intensified to the level where it was just short of solid material as the lethal arc cut through the air between Magus and the Witch, scoring a clean hit horizontally across her chest. She staggered backwards as the glowing wound burned her like fire and the wall of flames began to vanish. Magus rose the sword to strike again, but found he didn't have the strength and dropped to his knees, unable to stand for a moment longer.
"Your time is over, monster!" Evesca shouted as the Witch stood there, holding her chest in pain. Schala quickly rushed to Magus's side, checked for a pulse, then tore off what was left of his cape and wrapped it around Magus's injury. Crono and the others quickly rushed onto the scene, weapons ready.
Moments later, the Witch began to smirk.
"This is almost too perfect...!" She laughed. "With Magus dead, there isn't anyone who can stop me from conquering this whole world! None of you have the power to destroy me, none of you! Hahaha...!"
"Janus! Janus, hold on!" Schala shouted as Magus struggled just to hold his eyes open, the sword fallen to the ground next to him. "Don't you dare die on me, not after all we've been through! Janus!"
"He cannot hear you, Schala... the black wind has claimed him as it's own! Not even Aslan could remove the darkness from inside him, and now he belongs to me in death!" She laughed as Schala, tears of rage and torment, glared at her. "Your fight is futile now!"
"Don't count on that!" Crono challenged.
"...No, I'm afraid it's true." Cyrus said, to everyone's surprise. All eyes turned on him instantly. "Magus was the one Aslan gave the sword to. Without it's power, we may be able to fight but our efforts won't last, and only Magus can use it."
"No! We cans't not give up hope!" Glenn exclaimed.
"This is impossible!" Caspian added. "No, Aslan can't be defeated by her! It's not possible!"
"Your champion is dead, fools! You have no chance now! Even Aslan will soon boy to me!!"
For a long moment, everything was still and silent. Then Glenn held up the Masamune, which now glowed with power.
"... Mayhaps we cannot defeat thee, Witch, but Aslan can!" He turned back to his companions. "Schala, get Magus to somewhere sheltered in case he can be revived. We shalt not surrender this fight!"
"Foolish frog, just what do you hope to do?"
"We may not be'st able to defeat you, murdering beast, but it won't be long until Aslan hears of what has happened and comes to our aide. If it's a fight you want, a fight you shall receive!" He suddenly tossed the Masamune into the air. "Masa! Mune! We need your assistance!"
"... With Masa's bravery..."
"... and Mune's strength...!"
The two voices echoed into the room, then with a flash of intense light Masa and Mune's silhouetted forms faded into view about ten feet in the air. The flash faded, and the two strange creatures landed on the ground, battle ready.
"You're in for a fight now, you wicked Witch." Mune challenged.
The Witch looked at them perplexedly and snickered.
"What's this? Two more friends who want to play with me? I should enjoy this fight."
"Don't be so confident." Cyrus forewarned.
"Since coming here, my brother and I have been getting a LOT stronger." Masa added.
"This world's filled with dream energy," Mune stated.
"And Dreamstone gets it's power from dream energy." Masa stated.
"So," Mune snickered.
"The two of us have become ultimate fighters!" Masa exclaimed.
One of the highest towers of the castle suddenly had a large hole punched through it as Masa and Mune, fighting as super speed blurs of white and tan, sent the White Witch crashing out ahead of them, hitting her with volleys of attacks even as she fell downwards towards the sparkling tundra far below.
"We're the wind!"
"We're a tornado!"
"We're your worst nightmare!" The two shouted together, glowing with power and kicking up wind funnels behind them as they drop-kicked the still-falling Witch from above. The twin blows landed square in the stomach, sending her falling haphazardly towards the ground at supersonic speeds.
Crono, Marle, Lucca, Glenn, Cyrus, Caspian, and Reepicheep quickly rushed to the edge of the giant opening and watched as the Witch and the two sword-bound wind warriors headed inescapably earthward. Moments later, a mushroom cloud of snow far far below signaled the White Witch's collision with the ground. Marle looked quickly at the others.
"If Glenn can help me, I think I can create an ice chute to send us to the bottom." She turned to Schala and Evesca, who stood even still at Magus's side. "You two coming?"
"I'm staying here." Schala stated, one glowing hand holding Magus's. "I can only hope I can revive him."
"Good luck." Evesca said, placing one hand on Schala's shoulder. She then quickly turned and joined the group as Glenn used his powers to create a wave of water headed like one giant slide towards the ground below and Marle quickly froze it into place. Crono went first, leaping onto the chute sliding down it at burring speeds. Marle went next, followed by Glenn, Evesca, and Lucca. Caspian, Cyrus, and Reepicheep decided instead to just jump off, having absolutely no reason to fear that they'd die since they were dead already.
Schala, tears of mixed hope and despair, stayed at her long-lost brother's side, hoping and praying that her powers could somehow bring him back. He was her brother, and their best hope at defeating the White Witch. She would not abandon him now, just like he had not abandoned her even after all this time and all that had happened.
Chapter 3- This is How it Ends
"I'll crush you like the worms you are!" The Witch shouted, sending thunderstorms of black lightning crashing all around. Masa and Mune dodged, but then were caught off guard and pummeled as the very snow beneath them, in the same instant, dropped out, sending them falling into the fissures, then crashed back in on itself, entombing them below the surface.
The Witch turned her attention as Crono and the others skidded off the makeshift ice chute and onto the snow-bitten ground. Behind them stood the Witch's castle, and beyond that the ever-black star-scattered void that meant the end point of the world.
"Was that *really* the best you could to fight against me?" She laughed mockingly. "I grow weary of this game, insects. Now, who wants to die first?"
"We won't go down without a fight!" Crono challenged, Caspian, Cyrus, and Reepicheep landing on the ground just behind the group. "We still outnumber you, so don't count on defeating us just yet."
"Why shouldn't I?" She laughed, almost as if she was amused that he had to ask. "I am immortal, nothing can stand against me."
"Aslan is the only true immortal." Cyrus returned, sword ready.
Suddenly, a large, muscular fist came crashing up out of the ground where Masa and Mune had been buried. Even the Witch turned in startled surprise as a blast of tornado-level wind sent snow and ice flying upwards, Masa and Mune combined now pulling themselves up out of their entrapment.
"Now you've gonna get it!!" The titan-like creature roared, fists clenched and muscles rippling.
"I doth think thou hast made them angry." Glenn noted.
"Do I care?" The Witch challenged, aiming one fist at MasaMune. "Die, pondscum."
A razor-sharp blast of black wind hit MasaMune square in the chest, but while the Witch's back was turned Crono, Marle, Lucca, and Glenn began powering up for an attack, each surrounded in energy matching their element. MasaMune struck back at the Witch, hitting hard with a two-handed strike to the face that sent the Witch recoiling backwards before catching her second wind. She caught herself just in time to hear-
"Delta Storm Force!" Crono, Lucca, Marle, and Glenn shouted, combining their Delta Force and Delta Storm attacks into one awesomely powerful maneuver. The energy struck and enveloped the Witch, but moments later the energy was violently ripped apart by a cyclone of dark electricity which now surrounded the White Witch.
"Fools! Your pitiful powers cannot hope to scratch the surface of what I'm capable of!" Without warning, she sent a massive blast of black electricity at MasaMune, sending them flying several feet before landing on their back, unconscious. Crono's jaw dropped; then the Witch turned her ice-cold evil gaze on him. "Perhaps you would like to go next, boy? I think I'd enjoy the terror-stricken looks on your friends' faces when there's nothing left of you but a puddle of liquid ashes. Die!!"
The black-lightning storm struck furiously and without any mercy whatsoever, the dark current striking deep into Crono's body and sending him into painful convulsions as it coursed inside him, tearing him apart inside-out. Suddenly, Marle leapt in the way of the Witch's attack, using her powers to form a protective wall of ice between the Witch and Crono. The Witch laughed, then with minimal effort upped the power output and shattered the ice barrier, sending shadow-electricity surging through both Crono and Marle. After several moments the merciless assault stopped, giving the Witch a chance to gloat.
"How utterly perfect. The little girl is willing to give her life up to protect her friend, but now they'll both die together like Romeo and Juliet. I shall enjoy slowly tearing the life from your bodies and devouring your souls!"
"No! En guard, demon!" Cyrus shouted, leaping to the offensive and shielding Crono and Marle from the Witch's next blast of lightning. Black electricity surged fearsomely through his black and gold-bordered armor as he fought hard to hold his ground and take the blunt of the attack, shielding as best he could by driving his sword into the snow to redirect some of the lightning. But the Witch wasn't interested in being deterred by a single sword-wielding opponent, and with a beam of ice-blue energy the might knight went down and the Witch once again took up her attack against Crono and Marle. Suddenly, a bold dash by Caspian sent Crono and Marle tumbling out of the line of fire as Caspian himself became the victim of the lightning.
"Caspian!" Reepicheep exclaimed, bringing his sword to ready. He rushed forward, aiming to strike the Witch with his sword, but he never got within striking distance. With a glance the White Witch repelled him with a bolt of black lightning, then seeing that Caspian was unconscious but incapable of being destroyed, she turned back to Crono and Marle, both warriors crippled by the fearsome assault of the White Witch. Lucca and Glenn took advantage of the moment, Lucca using a Flare attack and Glenn unleashing a Water 2 right behind. The Witch's barrier protected her against both attacks, and with a wave of her hand a burst of wind-like black energy sent both fighters flying through the air before landing several dozen feet away.
"I shall enjoy silencing your lives, you simpletons. Now, for the few moments before you die, I shall show you what my true, innermost powers can do. You should be honored; few of my foes will ever be so honored with such a death."
'. . . Aslan . . .'
'...Aslan . . . !'
Suddenly, with power so incredible it literally knocked the Witch off her feet and onto her face in the snow, Aslan's wind turned it's power up. For almost an hour it had been lying in wait, silent, undetected by all but Magus, Schala, and Evesca. Now it's power became fearsome and lethal, to the point where, even with all her power, the White Witch could barely breathe.
Then,
Suddenly,
Aslan's wind concentrated it's presence around one single individual.
"... N... no,... no! This... it can't be . . . how is this possible?!" The Witch shouted in rage. Getting to her feet, now visibly trembling, she looked to the skies and shouted in rage.
"NO!! I've defeated you!!! I'm more powerful!! You can't do this to me!!! I will destroy Narnia!!!! I'll destroy You!!!!!!!"
"Fool." Was Aslan's bodiless reply. "Now it begins."
Following the gale force winds that had become Aslan's wind, the Witch suddenly saw a figure gliding down the chute, standing upright and bracing against the winds and speed like a surfer, cape blown fiercely behind him, a glowing, intense, white-flame lit sword in one hand. The Witch's eyes went wide with utter terror and disbelief as Magus reached the bottom of the chute and front-flipped into a battle posture several feet from the base of the slope. His left arm was as if it had never been severed, even the cloth of his shirt showed no splotches of blood or even rips in the fabric. His cape was completely and totally restored, and there wasn't a bruise or wound on his entire body. Unlike Caspian, Cyrus, and Reepicheep's bodies, which were semi-transparent in a barely-noticeable way, Magus's form was not that of the fighting dead. The lightning-flame that surrounded the blade of Aslan's sword was even more intense now, so painfully bright that the Witch could not look directly at it. Moments later, Schala landed at the base of the chute and quickly joined at Magus's side, battle ready. Magus quickly turned to his sister, keeping one eye on the White Witch the whole time.
"Schala," He instructed. "Go heal the others. I'll deal with this seditionist personally."
"... Magus?! NO, IMPOSSIBLE! I killed you!"
"Death? Aslan killed death a long time ago." Magus returned. "I realize now my mistake before. I was still trying to defeat you on my own power, even though I was using Aslan's sword. But now I can unlock the true power of the sword, now that I've died and Aslan has brought me back to life again."
At that moment, it almost seemed as if the White Witch acquired a nervous twitch in her left eye.
"Magus, you fool! If I killed you once I can kill you again!"
"I'm not sure I know who you're talking to." Magus challenged with a smirk. "My name is Janus, emissary of Aslan to destroy His foes."
"We shall see how strong you are, 'Janus'. I have powers the likes of which you can't dream of!"
"And not one of them will do you a bit of good. This is both the year of Aslan's favor on Narnia and the day of His vengence against you." He brought his sword to a ready position. "Enough talk, let's finish this here and now!"
They moved with speed and determination unmatched by many of the greatest warriors in all histories of all worlds. Magus struck over and over with his sword, not one strike failing to hit it's mark. The Witch fought back, trying to block with her razor scepter, but found Magus was always one step ahead of her. She retaliated in blind fury, sending out massive, dense storms of electricity that filled the whole nearby landscape, causing Schala and Evesca to have to use Moonlight Barrier to protect the other members of the team from the gut-wrenching strike. Even before the lightning cleared, Magus was back on the attack, dashing through the electric storm and piercing it like a bullet as he drove a sword thrust into the Witch's chest. She screamed in pain as the blade punctured, but nowhere near as much as she did when her body was suddenly engulfed by lightning-white flames, the source of which being Aslan's sword. Magus drew the weapon back out, the blade astonishingly clean despite, and before the flames could fade from around the Witch's body he slashed upwards, leaving an open slash on the side of her face and cleanly slicing off her left shoulder armor and leaving an open slash beneath it on her shoulder. The Witch struck back, and as her body began to glow ice-blue with evil power, beams of energy numbering like raindrops fell from the sky, sending destruction all across the battlefield and leaving massive slow-settling clouds of snow and ice dust in it's wake. Magus had taken a few hits, but his injuries were minimal compared to what his sword had done to the Witch's Tundros body.
"Is that all you've got?" He asked.
"...No! This cannot be!! I'll destroy you!!"
"I'll ask again; is that all you've got?" Magus challenged, sword ready.
"You insignificant gnat, if you had any idea the powers I now possess..." She half-snickered through her pain and injuries. "Do you have any idea how I first arrived in Narnia? I was once the Supreme Queen of an entire world, none dared oppose me!"
"That doesn't make sense at all." Magus stated. "If you had all that, why come to Narnia?"
"I was trapped by powerful magic, transformed into stone along with my entire court and all my officials. One day, after centuries of living death, two foolish children released me from the enchantment and soon I found myself traveling between worlds. My world, I later discovered, had been destroyed; I now realize that as Aslan's doing! And so I established myself here, in Narnia, as Queen. But my powers were suppressed by the magic Aslan had cast across this world and I could not use my most ultimate powers, including my most feared and secret weapon, the Deplorable Word!"
"Deplorable Word?" Magus scoffed. "If it's anywhere near as pathetic as you, I have nothing to fear."
"You fool! I sold my soul to learn the Deplorable Word!!"
"Well,..." Magus laughed. "That makes sense. Now it makes sense."
"What are you muttering about?!"
"Can't you see? If you sold your soul to learn it, you're nothing but an empty shell. You're not human, you never were after you made that deal. You *became* the Deplorable Word incarnate, and when Aslan killed you the Deplorable Word took your personality as it's own and inhabited whatever victims it could find. But then again, there's no sense in telling you that; I'm talking to nothing but a collection of syllables, after all."
" . . . Maybe so, but I can still kill you, whatever I truly am or have become."
With that, in a language which had long since been forgotten and destroyed along with the Witch's world, she uttered a single word so utterly revolting and despised that it had once caused the very core of a planet to tremble on the edge of exploding. It had destroyed a whole grouping of nations, eliminating not only the continents upon which they'd lived but the seas that touched their shores had become vapor. A single word which had demolished the ecosystem of a whole planet and spreading untold death into far-reaches of a universe.
But against Narnia...
...Did absolutely nothing.
The Witch waited even several long minutes after, waiting for all life within miles to cease to exist, waiting for the very surface of her continent to turn to dust beneath her feet and crumble away as the vast oceans of Narnia rushed inwards from all across the planet to fill the gap.
Nothing.
"Your power is defeated." Magus stated confidently. "Your word of death destroyed a planet full of life, but it is Aslan who defeats death with life. Your 'deplorable word' has no power any longer."
" . . . W-w-w-what?!!! How... how is this possible?! NO, all my hard work ... in vain!!!"
"Yes, now taste Aslan's wrath!" Magus shouted, dashing straight at his opponent sword ready. The blade found it's mark squarely between her eyes, the end of the sword piercing the skull all the way through with a sharpness and razor-thin power unmatched by any other weapon. Magus didn't even give the Witch a chance to react, almost instantly unleashing a flame-blast from the blade of the sword that sent the Witch flying. Her body crashed first through the outer walls of her black-ice castle, shattering it like a giant glass ornament, then exploded through the other side and straight over the edge. As her still-living corpse, now beginning to mutate halfway back into Tundros, fell into that starry blackness beyond the edge of the world, her darkened eyes still glared at Magus with murderous fury.
Aslan's wind quickly took hold and tore the castle from it's foundations, sending huge chunks of black ice spiraling into the void just beyond the shoreline. Stone statues and storm gargoyles alike were thrown in, past the point of which matter can still exist, almost as if drawn by a black hole.
It was over.
Magus, breathing a sigh of relief, took Aslan's sword in his hands once more, pointed the blade at the ground, and drove it deep into the snow and ice. As soon as he released his hold on it, it once more transformed into an intense lightning bolt, streaking skyward and disappearing with a star-like distant twinkle. He watched it go until it was far out of sight, then turned back towards were Crono and the others were recuperating with Schala and Evesca's help.
"It's over. The White Witch is defeated."
Crono could only nod, he and Marle still pretty badly beat up from the Witch's attacks. Glenn and Lucca were recovering pretty quickly, but MasaMune was out like a light. Caspian, Cyrus, and Reepicheep were just now getting to their feet, having been restored greatly when Aslan's wind swept onto the scene.
Magus turned and looked towards the eastern sea, cape billowing gently in unseen winds.
"Our mission here is complete. Let's go home."
Epilogue
With Aslan's wind guiding the Dawn Treader, it didn't take long at all to return to Narnia. Cyrus, Caspian, and Reepicheep had returned to Aslan's lands less than an hour after the battle, and Glenn was most definitely the saddest of all to see them go. Nevertheless, homeward they sailed. Crono, Magus, and everyone were greeted at the port of Cair Paravel by what seemed like almost everyone from Narnia, and King Rilian gave another big banquet in honor of the heroes. Magus, as it turned out, was a natural born story teller, recounting the events of their journey dramatically when the king inquired to how the journey had gone. Everyone at the banquet listened tentatively as Magus retold their passing by Calormene, the attack of the storm gargoyles, their encounter with Dalton, the battle against the Witch's Tundros Spawn, and finally the epic conflict against the demon queen herself. For once, and Schala could tell, Magus actually seemed to be enjoying himself while telling the story.
Nonetheless, their time in Narnia was short. Two days after their return, the group returned to the lamppost. It was time to go back to their own world.
But before they did, Aslan had a few words to say to Magus in private. Meeting the group at the lamppost, Aslan took Magus to the side and the two talked.
"You were the entity, weren't you?" Magus inquired, standing in the shade of the Narnian pine forest. "It was you who sent us through time to see our world's history and to stop Lavos."
"Yes, child. It was I who opened the Gates for you."
"So then, you exist in our world too, Aslan?"
"I exist in all worlds, Janus. In your world, though, I go by another name. You must learn to know be there, in your own world, by that name. That is one of the reasons you were brought here to Narnia, so that by knowing me a little here, you would know me better there."
"How will I find You in my world? There's so much about You I still don't understand."
"Child, I realize that. In fact, when you return to your world, the first thing you see will be a sign to you, to tell you of My name in your world."
"And the sword? What happened to it?"
"It is inside of you now, Janus. When the time is right, you will learn how to use it. For now, your friends are waiting for you. Return to the lamppost, and know that I go with you in spirit."
Magus slowly opened his eyes. The room around him was dark stone walls and floors. 'What in the- this isn't the End of Time!' He thought slowly getting out of the hammock and looking around. 'I'm back in the Northern Ruins...? But how...?' Magus thought to himself. Everything was just as he'd left it, his scythe leaning up against the far corner, his cape hung loosely over the bookshelves, and his hammock hung just behind him.
But those weren't the first things he saw. The first thing he spotted was a large, dust-covered book that was on the floor nearby. He didn't remember leaving a book lying around on the floor before he'd gone to sleep, . . . assuming Narnia . . . had been just a dream. Slowly, curiously, he walked over, picked up the book, and dusted off it's leather cover.
"...A .... Bible?" Magus exclaimed.
Then he remembered what Aslan had told him before he'd left Narnia. The first thing he saw.
Was it possible? Could it be?
Apparently so.
Suddenly, two thoughts popped into his head at the same time. Where were Schala and Evesca??! Book still in hand, Magus dashed out of the small chamber-
-And once again nearly ran over Glenn as the frog-warrior rounded a corner.
"Glenn?!" Magus exclaimed.
"Had I known you were'th here, Magus," Glenn retorted, one hand on the Masamune. "I should have not come to these ruins. I venture that was your stench I dids't smell on my way in?"
Then Glenn smirked.
"I doth' tease, Magus. Thou do'est remember?"
"Remember? You mean Narnia?"
"Ay, Narnia. And, I take it you remember" Glenn turned and looked behind him. "These two?"
Magus's heart skipped a beat. There, right behind Glenn but half-hidden by the corner, were Schala and Evesca. That was all the proof Magus needed; Narnia had not been a dream after all!!
Lucca had been busy for weeks on her newest invention, and this one put a whole new spin on the word gigantic. She'd decided to keep it a secret from Crono, Marle, and Glenn, working on it night and day but never letting anybody but Magus, Schala, and Evesca, who seemed to be somehow helping her build it, see.
Finally, though, the day came when Lucca's latest marvel was unveiled.
"Whoa!" Crono exclaimed. "No way!"
What stood before him was massive and dominating. It looked like the Epoch, only four times the Epoch's size. Massive wings with glowing engines attached fanned outwards from the ovular body, although unlike the Epoch, which had one large glass dome to see through, this ship had a V-shaped window built into the nose of the ship for visual guidance. The Epoch, strangely, had become fitted to the underside of the massive vessel by locking clamps and Lucca quickly, seeing her friends' amazed reactions, explained.
"I've decided to call it the Dawn Treader 2. It's a landing-capable spaceship with dimensional-travel and faster-than-light technology built in. It's got room enough for six people to live in it at a time, and I also set it up with a docking station for the Epoch."
"Whoa is right!" Marle exclaimed. She then gave Lucca a perplexed 'but why'd you build it' look.
"I got most of the technology from a few trips to the future, but the dimensional-warp engine and faster-than-light drive are primarily based on variations of the Epoch's time-warp capacitor." She paused, then glanced briefly at Magus, Schala, and Evesca. "OK, listen. After our trip into Narnia, I realized that Lavos's kind are threats to not just our world, but every world. So I made the DT2 so we can stop it all at the source, destroying wherever it is that Lavos's kind come from or came from."
"Count us in!" Marle exclaimed. "I've always wanted to see outer space!"
"Uh uh. Sorry Marle, but no-can-do." Lucca paused, glancing between Crono and Marle. "You two have a great future here, together. It would be unfair to bring you along. And besides, there's not room in the DT2 for all of us."
"Then I shalt accompany thee." Glenn proposed.
"Glenn, you've got to stay here even more than they do. Remember, it's your job to protect the Queen and Guardia kingdom in 600 AD. Otherwise the time stream could shift and we'd be stuck with another time mess on our hands."
Glenn looked away, then back up at Lucca.
"I do'th understand. You're right, my place is here, in Guardia."
"So, where will you start your search?" Marle asked. "I mean, outer space is a big place."
"To start with, we're gonna go back into the future and pick up Robo. Having him around will make managing the ship a lot easier. After that, I'll try to use the trajectory Lavos came to earth from to trace it back to it's homeworld, if it came from a planet. Don't you guys worry about us, we can handle things against Lavos."
"I dunno..." Marle stated. "You sure you won't need Crono and my help just a little?"
"If we ever do, we'll use the DT2 to come back and pick you up. I managed to set things up so that the Epoch's time-warp system combined with DT2's energy core can function to create a Gate big enough for the whole ship and then some. We're time travelers; no way we'll be gone for long. For us it might be a long haul, but for all you know we might be back here in just a few minutes."
"...Be careful, Lucca. Good luck, and don't get in over your head out there."
"You got it, Marle." She turned to Magus, Schala, and Evesca. "You guys ready for lift off?"
"All the food supplies have been brought on board and loaded." Magus stated.
"I double-checked the reactor core." Evesca stated.
"Good, then we should be ready to go." Lucca stated.
"Hold on a minute." Marle interjected, quickly walking over to Schala. Marle took the pendant off and held it out to Schala. "Sorry for hanging onto this for so long. It's your pendant, you should take it with you."
"No, I think you should hang onto it." Schala replied. "After all, you never know when you might need it. Besides, it reminds me too much of the Mammon Machine."
"You sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Hey, Crono." Magus suddenly said. Crono looked over at him as Magus walked over to face him. To Crono's surprise, Magus held out his hand to Crono for a handshake. "This doesn't have to make sense, but thank you. I know I wouldn't be here, reunited with my sister, without your help. You too, Glenn."
"Think nothing of it, Magu- er, Janus." Glenn stated.
"You sure you want to stay a frog?" Magus inquired.
"Ay; I have grown accustomed to this form. Perhaps it's better if I stay this way."
"Well, then, God's best, Glenn. You too, Crono and Marle." Magus said, then turned and rejoined Lucca at the hatch of the DT2.
"God's speed, Janus." Glenn replied.
"Yeah, and don't you guys go dying on us out there, OK?" Marle shouted.
"Can do!" Lucca replied, then the foursome stepped into the ship. The entry hatch closed and air locked, then Crono, Glenn, and Marle cleared out of the way as the Dawn Treader 2's anti-grav systems kicked in, the ship lifted up off the ground, then turned and flew off into the skies, leaving gusts of wind in it's wake. Crono, Glenn, and Marle watched as the ship began to glow hot white, then stretched into a superfast blur and vanished in a flash of light, time-jumping into the future just like Lucca had said.
They were on the trail of a brand new adventure, one with no sure endings and near limitless possibilities into unknown zones of time and space.
Meanwhile, in Narnia...
A single figure, skin tinted blue with exposure to the elements, trudged across the tundra, clutching his long dark brown cape about him for warmth in the midst of the swirling winds and snow. His long brown hair whipped about behind him as he muttered curses under his breath, his lips turned a dark purple by the bitter tormenting cold, and his footsteps driven by desperation and deep-contained rage.
Dalton stopped for a minute, clenched his fists and teeth, then shouted in rage.
"Curse you, Janus!! Curse you!!!!"
(Da end; cool huh? Or in Dalton's case, ice cold.)
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The characters I own!
Narnia
Aslan
The White Witch
King Rilian
The Dawn Treader
Calormene
Caspian
Reepicheep
Squaresoft:
Crono
Marle
Lucca
Glenn
Magus
Lavos
The Masamune
Schala
Masa
Mune
Author's entry:
Did you like it? Believe me, for weeks at a time, most of what I thought about was Chrono Trigger: The Narnia Chronicles, and now it's all paid off!!
Don't let this get around (dumb thing to say, I know, since anybody who reads this will know what I'm about to say), but I'm THINKING about creating a Chrono Trigger: The Narnia Chronicles computer game, (yes, I have the resources,) using music, a few scenes, and character avatars from the original CT game, and edit ones for characters like Caspian, Evesca, ect... Anyway, if you liked this story series, TELL ME! E-mail me at MysteriousVoiceGuy@juno.com. God bless, and YES, I AM a Christian, and this IS a Christian fic series! Cool, huh?
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UPDATE!
OK, I have officially decided to do the CT Narnia computer game project (no release dates as of yet). It's definitely freeware, so I won't break any rules in making it. Also, and this is the part you should find cool, I'm looking for people to do voices for the CT and Narnia characters, since a text interface like in the original CT game is a little too complicated, and besides, voices would be cooler anyway. So, here's a full list of the characters I need voices for: Magus, Crono, Schala, Marle, Lucca, Glenn, King Rilian, Reepicheep, Evesca, Caspian, Cyrus, Dalton, and the White Witch. If you wanna try out, send a voice clip of you doing the character(s) that you wanna try out for (send an audio of any of that character's lines in Chrono Trigger: The Narnia Chronicles). You can try out for multiple characters if you want, and if the part is already taken, despair not, because I may need a backup. Everyone who gets a voice part in the game will receive a full script (I'll write that soon!), a copy of the game when it's done (first release and a list of game codes too, naturally), and any other goodies that might come with the game. So,... E-MAIL me with your audio clips, and you might just get the part!!