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Beforehand: No, I do not own the characters of Chrono Trigger, or anything of the like. Chrono Trigger and all its
glory belongs to its respective owners. I make no claim.
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Someday, Someway ...
Chapter II: Voices
As Written By: Kaioh, Michiru
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There was a lump in my throat as I set foot out of the swirling mass. I set Alfador down. This was not the End of Time. How idoitic. I thought that portal could have at least taken me somewhere useful, rather this this cursèd place. Death Peak.
It was here that pathetic little boy, Crono, had been revived by his little friends.
Then it finally hit me. Schala would still be frozen with that clone they replaced Crono with!
With the promise of a new lead I started to run up the frozen land, as the howling wind threatened to push me back down. Grasping tightly to trees and stones when the wind picked up, I was slowly making progess. Alfador had taken the liberty of seeking shelter in my hood.
In what seemed like an eternity, I finally reached ground where the wind was not a problem. I sat down for a moment, Alfador seemed to have found his place staying in my hood.
"And that was supposed to be the easy part," I muttered, standing back up and drawing out my scythe. "Just in case. Besdies, I'd hate to get out of practice," I smirked, setting off walking again.
As I continued on my way, I encountered nothing which challenged me. How dull. I let out a bored sigh, then felt the ground underneath me slip away, and a sharp pain greet my backside. "Damn ice!" I cried, yet soon was grasping for something to hang onto as I began to slip off of the cliff. Alfador poked his head out from my hood as my legs slipped off and I was only still alive by my hands frantically grasping the forzen ground.
My companion let out a helpless cry as my hands finally fell victim to the lack of grip and we were racing towards the ground.
"Great!" I yelled sarcastically as my face rapidly apporached the snowy destination.
That was the point I began to think rationally.
A few meters before my nose came into contact with the ground, I stopped myself in mid-air, hovering. Alfador poked his head out again. He was shaking.
"Guess I'm not thinking the way that I should be," I muttered, scratching his head. Then I made my ascent back up, flying this time, with my cat in my arms, trying to calm him down. He did not seem to take well to heights.
When the peak finally came into view, I landed softly on the ground and walked with a determined step towards the cliff's edge. I paused a few feet away from the end, clenching my fists and
looking up into, what seemed to me, as an empty sky.
Suddenly I felt a wave of heat fun over me, making me feel sick. I fell down on one of my knees,
pinching the bridge of my nose and squinting my eyes. "Damn ... " I muttered before everything
went black.
There was a cold breeze paining my face. I blinked my eyes open until they finally came into
focus.
"Schala!" I yelled, seeing my sister again. I scrambled to my feet, Alfador falling out of my hood. Bending down, I set a hand on Schala's shoulder. It was cold to touch her even through my
gloves. She was kneeling, grasping her head, her expression so pained ... A tear was frozen half way down her cheek.
I had to turn away and look at the ground.
"Sister ... " I said through clenched teeth and stood again, slowly.
" ... Pro ... phet ... "
The whisper was circling me. It was the only name that Schala would have known this face by.
" ... Helll ... ppp ... mee ... Pro ... phet ... " Where was it comign from?
I turned frantically around, then set my gaze on Schala's thought to be motionless figure. "Sh-Sh-Schala!?"
Beforehand: No, I do not own the characters of Chrono Trigger, or anything of the like. Chrono Trigger and all its
glory belongs to its respective owners. I make no claim.
_______________________
Someday, Someway ...
Chapter II: Voices
As Written By: Kaioh, Michiru
_______________________
There was a lump in my throat as I set foot out of the swirling mass. I set Alfador down. This was not the End of Time. How idoitic. I thought that portal could have at least taken me somewhere useful, rather this this cursèd place. Death Peak.
It was here that pathetic little boy, Crono, had been revived by his little friends.
Then it finally hit me. Schala would still be frozen with that clone they replaced Crono with!
With the promise of a new lead I started to run up the frozen land, as the howling wind threatened to push me back down. Grasping tightly to trees and stones when the wind picked up, I was slowly making progess. Alfador had taken the liberty of seeking shelter in my hood.
In what seemed like an eternity, I finally reached ground where the wind was not a problem. I sat down for a moment, Alfador seemed to have found his place staying in my hood.
"And that was supposed to be the easy part," I muttered, standing back up and drawing out my scythe. "Just in case. Besdies, I'd hate to get out of practice," I smirked, setting off walking again.
As I continued on my way, I encountered nothing which challenged me. How dull. I let out a bored sigh, then felt the ground underneath me slip away, and a sharp pain greet my backside. "Damn ice!" I cried, yet soon was grasping for something to hang onto as I began to slip off of the cliff. Alfador poked his head out from my hood as my legs slipped off and I was only still alive by my hands frantically grasping the forzen ground.
My companion let out a helpless cry as my hands finally fell victim to the lack of grip and we were racing towards the ground.
"Great!" I yelled sarcastically as my face rapidly apporached the snowy destination.
That was the point I began to think rationally.
A few meters before my nose came into contact with the ground, I stopped myself in mid-air, hovering. Alfador poked his head out again. He was shaking.
"Guess I'm not thinking the way that I should be," I muttered, scratching his head. Then I made my ascent back up, flying this time, with my cat in my arms, trying to calm him down. He did not seem to take well to heights.
When the peak finally came into view, I landed softly on the ground and walked with a determined step towards the cliff's edge. I paused a few feet away from the end, clenching my fists and
looking up into, what seemed to me, as an empty sky.
Suddenly I felt a wave of heat fun over me, making me feel sick. I fell down on one of my knees,
pinching the bridge of my nose and squinting my eyes. "Damn ... " I muttered before everything
went black.
There was a cold breeze paining my face. I blinked my eyes open until they finally came into
focus.
"Schala!" I yelled, seeing my sister again. I scrambled to my feet, Alfador falling out of my hood. Bending down, I set a hand on Schala's shoulder. It was cold to touch her even through my
gloves. She was kneeling, grasping her head, her expression so pained ... A tear was frozen half way down her cheek.
I had to turn away and look at the ground.
"Sister ... " I said through clenched teeth and stood again, slowly.
" ... Pro ... phet ... "
The whisper was circling me. It was the only name that Schala would have known this face by.
" ... Helll ... ppp ... mee ... Pro ... phet ... " Where was it comign from?
I turned frantically around, then set my gaze on Schala's thought to be motionless figure. "Sh-Sh-Schala!?"