Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Revealing Of One's True Self

Serge locked the door behind him as he left.  The power that he was feeling was more intense then anything he had ever felt before in his life.  Serge felt a mild pain and looked at his shoulder.  As soon as he concentrated on the pain, the power he felt which The Tear Of Hate was fueling disappeared, and collapsed holding his shoulder.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" was all Serge could scream.  "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

Serge then remembered the medical training that he had gotten from Luccia.  Serge took his good left arm, put it on his right bicep and attempted to pop the shoulder back into place.  He failed.  Serge couldn't hold back his profanity any longer.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck!"  Was all he could yell at the top of his lungs.  Serge once again attempted, but failed again.  "Goddamnit! Shit! Ahhhhhh!"  Serge tried one last time.  This time, he used so much force he knocked himself over.  When Serge stood up, his shoulder was back in place.  Still using it gingerly, he walked into the other holding room and saw Crono.  He was still alive.  As Serge walked over to the cell, someone said something.

"I would advize against zat, mon Serge."  Not even thinking, Serge turns around and hurled his swallow right at Harle's chest.  Serge hit her chest, and pinned her to the wall with it.  He knew it was the real Harle because she still had the wound on her hand.  Serge walked over to the cell and unlocked it.

"Are you okay?"  Said Serge

"I've been better.  Where's Marle?"

"Skinned and Disemboweled" Said Serge

"Oh dear god."  Crono sat down in disbelief.

"Listen, I know you're sad about this, but we have to get the hell out of here."

"You're right."  Crono stood up and the two ran out of the room.  Serge ran back in, took his swallow out of Harle and ran out.  There were in the main hall, half way to the door when they noticed Harle standing in front of it.

"Mon Serge, may I ask something?"

"What?"  Said Serge

"There are zix elemental attributes, oui?"

"White, Black, Yellow, Red, Blue and Green, so what?"

"And zer iz a dragon for each color, oui?"

"What are you getting at Harle?"

"Ze chrono cross is the lost zeventh color, oui?"

"So there must a seventh dragon!"  Said Crono

"Impressive sir Crono, but do you know ver zis dragon iz?"

"No" both of them said shaking their heads.

Harle's voice changed into a deep raspy one.  "Right in front of you"

Harle began to shift form into a monstrous dragon.  So large that the castle ceiling was too low for it and lifted it right off the castle.  Serge tapped Crono's shoulder.

"What?"  Said Crono who was looking up.  Serge pulled Crono's head down and put it straightforward.  He saw what Serge was thinking.  There was opening beneath Harle's legs leading outside.

"Now!"  Both Serge and Crono ran through the opening and started into the forest.  Crono looked back and saw a ball of energy flying right at them.

"Jump!"  Yelled Crono.  The impact from the blast sent Serge and Crono flying.  They were unable able to stand.  Harle flew over their limp bodies.  She opened her mouth and came flying down.  Just as she was just about to strike when the Omega Dragon came flying in and took Harle down by the neck.

"Get Up!"  Crono said.  He had managed to stand and was now helping Serge.  "I know a way out of here, it's in the ocean!"

"But what abou….. Did you say IN the ocean?" Said Serge

"It's either that, or we stay in the battlefield of two dragons."  Serge looked like he had no problems with it.  They both ran to the river and looked back.  More than half the forest was already destroyed.

"Are you sure about this?"  Said Serge.

"Shut up and hold your breath!"  Crono grabbed Serge and threw him in.  Crono jumped in shortly after.