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.