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Chapter 6: Chrono in ???
"Is he still alive?"
"I doubt it."
(Wha? Where am I?)
"Did you check?"
"Why? He's Mystic bait anyway. I say we loot him and leave."
(Who is that?)
"Look at you! You're a knight! You can't just leave him!"
"I'm a former knight. There's a difference."
(Ugh! I feel like I was torn apart and put back together with hot needles and barbed wire!) Crono opens his eyes and turns himslef over, to look at a young woman and man looking at him. The woman had shoulder-length blond hair and was wearing a purple shirt, a brown leather vest, leather pants, and black, metal-toed boots. The man was wearing an eye-patch, the strap hidden under his bushy black hair. He had on a blue shirt, with silver armor over his chest, arms, and legs. The man reached a hand towards Crono's sword, and Crono somersaulted bac, grabbing his Rainbow from its sheathe. He landed on his feet, facing the man, his sword at the side of his face, curving down. "What the hell are you doing? Who are you?"
The other man stopped for a moment, surprised, then stood straight up. He reached for his sword, but the woman placed her hand on his shoulder. She looked at Crono. "We were thinking the same for you." Her voice was stern, yet gentle at the same time.
Crono put his sword back in its scabbard, and stood straight up. "My name is Crono. That should be good enough for you. Now, your names?"
Eyepatch smiled slightly. "You can call me Excalibur."
The woman rolled her eyes as she glanced at Excalibur. Her eyes then glided over to Crono. "You can call me Mara."
Crono looked around him. The forest, the Hetakes and Rolies hiding in the forest shadows. He knew this time very well. He wasn't sure of the place, though. It wasn't like the Guardia forest he knew, or even the Cursed Woods where Glenn lived. "Where is this place?"
Mara and Excalibur look at each other. Excalibur actually laughed. He turned to the boy with a superior look in his eye. "Well, you managed to get in here and get yourself knocked out, and you still don't know where you are? You, boy, are a complete melonhead."
"What'd you just say?"
"You're a moron, child!" Excalibur laughed out loud. "You're in the Magin Forest!"
"How do I get to Truce from here?"
Excalibur looked at Mara, and then he burst out laughing again. "What the hell is Truce? You are even more of an airhead than I first thought!"
Mara interceded, whispering into Excalibur's ear. They were apparently at least partners. She turned to Crono. "You must be suffering from amnesia and hallucinating. This Truce you talked about doesn't exist. You are in the Magin forest, in the country of Maji."
Crono looked bewildered at them both. 'Maji'? 'Magin Forest'? He plopped into a sitting position, holding his head in one hand and leaning on his other. Mara took a step toward him, anticipating his passing out. He stood up again, and looked at one, then the other. "I think I need to go to an inn."
Excalibur laughs again.
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"So, what do you think? He's probably a Mystic spy."
"So, you were kidding about that 'amnesia' crap?"
(What the hell were they talking about?)
"Did you catch his hair? His weapon? It reminded me of Blade."
"Slash, you mean."
(Slash? What could I have in common with that demon?)
"Whatever. I say we turn him in."
"But what if we are wrong, and he isn't a Mystic spy?"
"That won't weigh heavily on my conscience."
(The hell? I'm not spy!) Crono had been awake, listening to every word of Mara's and Excalibur's conversation. Needless to say, he was scared. A lot. If everyone around here was like this, Crono would be in deep shit soon. He slowly got up, and quietly left the room, went down the stairs, and walked outside. The night air in the unfamiliar town coaxed goosebumps onto Crono's skin. He should have remembered to bring a sweater with him on his last journey. He walked through the town, which was shut up for the night, all the doors and windows tightly shut. Wierd.
There were footsteps from the road behind him. Crono turned, and he saw one of the most horrifying sights he'd ever seen, almost as terrible as Lavos's true self. Zombies, half-decayed remains of soldiers! Coming up the street! Flanked by skeletons, and led by... a yellow Ozzie? What were they doing?
"Zombies, start on the buildings! They have to fall soon! Decadents, after that runt in the street!" The zombies started scratching at pounding the walls of the buildings, some smashing in a few windows. The skeletons started after Crono, their rusty spears pointed at him. Crono was used to handling these losers.
"Feel the shock!" Crono spread his arms out, and lightning struc kout from within him, and completely destroyed the skeletons. The zombies, provoked by the attack, turned on the young boy, who had already pulled out his sword. Luckily, the zombies were too used to marching in lines, and Crono took his sword, scraped it along the ground, and swung it through the stone at the oncoming Mystics. A shockwave formed from the sparks, and it slammed into the undead warriors. Many toppled and fell, but there were still some left, and most of the fallen ones got back up again, missing many limbs. The sheer sight was horrible enough, they're faces missing patches, missing limbs, ragged clothes, ribs showing, really, SHOWING! And the stench made Crono want to pass out. They circled around him, moaning and reaching out at him. Crono forced himself to close his eyes, and he stuck his sword out in front of him and crouched down. He started spinning himself with his magic, and he spun so fast he hovered just inches above the ground and started to fly in a tight circle, cutting apart all of the zombies near him. Any that could still move, with legs or arms, recovered with a hideous, moaning cry. Crono looked around him almost helplessly. He slashed repeatedly, but he felt he had no choice. Thunder attacks didn't work against these things, and he couldn't just sit and slash at them. There were zombies with only a leg or an arm and no head trying to attack him! He had hoped to save his exhausting and draining Luminaire attack, that he wouldn't have to use it. With the still tens of zobies aroud him, Crono held his arms up, and he was gently lifted into the air, his garment ruffling with the levitation. Bright beams of light appeared under him, and they shined this way and that, constantly changing direction. Then, a giant explosion of holy thunder erupted, and bathed the whole dark town in pale yellow-green light. As the light dimmed again, the zombies were smoldering piles of ashes and scorched decay.
The yellow Ozzie-like Mystic had been watching from a safe distance, and seeing his minions defeated, retreated quickly with a shrill scream. Crono has half glad that it was over, and half sickened by the whole affair. He quietly walked over to an alley opening, holding his mouth, and retched all over the dirty cobbles. He realized he still had his sword in his hands, covered with decaying peices of zombie flesh. He picked up a clean peiece of cloth from one of the carcasses and cleaned the blade, then sheathed it.
Walking out into the street, which was slowly gathering with people, he wondered... (Why is this time so diifferent? Where's Guardia? Truce? Who was that yellow blob over there?) He spotted Mara and Excalibur in the crowd, who then saw him as well. Crono lowered his head, his eyes wide, and tried to push his way through the crowd. He got to the edge of town, but felt a gloved hand punch the back of his head.
Crono sprawled against the ground, and there was a heavy boot placed on his back. Someone spoke in a low, dangerous voice. "So, you aren't a spy. You're a soldier for the Mystics."
"Mara, no! I'm not a spy or a soldier! I'm just a boy that wants to get home!"
Excalibur grinds his foot into Crono's back, and the metal toe snags the shirt and scrapes the skin underneath. "Yeah, back to Trump's castle!"
"Who?!"
Excalibur pushes his foot harder on Crono's back, causing Crono to groan loudly in pain. "Don't play dumb, you pathetic Mystic sympathizer! What did they promise you? Money? Impunity?" He grinds his foot harder still, and draws blood as Crono groans louder. "Slaves? Huh? What?!? What did they promise you to get them on your side?!?!?"
"I SWEAR! I have no clue who Trump is! GAAAAH!!!!
"Shut up! I know you're on the Mystics' side! Why else would you destroy all those homes and those people on the street?!?!?"
"People?!?! I was fighting for my life! Those zombies were going to tear me apart! HURK!"
Excalibur had smashed his sword's scabbard across the back of Crono's head. Excalibur yells out at him, "I've had it with your lies! Who recruited you and why?!?!?! TELL US!"
"I've told you alread-" "Enough!"
With one more loud thud, Crono faintly feels his body being lifted up and slung over someone's shoulder before completely blacking out.
and its affiliates in making this game. The new character, however, doesn't.
Chapter 6: Chrono in ???
"Is he still alive?"
"I doubt it."
(Wha? Where am I?)
"Did you check?"
"Why? He's Mystic bait anyway. I say we loot him and leave."
(Who is that?)
"Look at you! You're a knight! You can't just leave him!"
"I'm a former knight. There's a difference."
(Ugh! I feel like I was torn apart and put back together with hot needles and barbed wire!) Crono opens his eyes and turns himslef over, to look at a young woman and man looking at him. The woman had shoulder-length blond hair and was wearing a purple shirt, a brown leather vest, leather pants, and black, metal-toed boots. The man was wearing an eye-patch, the strap hidden under his bushy black hair. He had on a blue shirt, with silver armor over his chest, arms, and legs. The man reached a hand towards Crono's sword, and Crono somersaulted bac, grabbing his Rainbow from its sheathe. He landed on his feet, facing the man, his sword at the side of his face, curving down. "What the hell are you doing? Who are you?"
The other man stopped for a moment, surprised, then stood straight up. He reached for his sword, but the woman placed her hand on his shoulder. She looked at Crono. "We were thinking the same for you." Her voice was stern, yet gentle at the same time.
Crono put his sword back in its scabbard, and stood straight up. "My name is Crono. That should be good enough for you. Now, your names?"
Eyepatch smiled slightly. "You can call me Excalibur."
The woman rolled her eyes as she glanced at Excalibur. Her eyes then glided over to Crono. "You can call me Mara."
Crono looked around him. The forest, the Hetakes and Rolies hiding in the forest shadows. He knew this time very well. He wasn't sure of the place, though. It wasn't like the Guardia forest he knew, or even the Cursed Woods where Glenn lived. "Where is this place?"
Mara and Excalibur look at each other. Excalibur actually laughed. He turned to the boy with a superior look in his eye. "Well, you managed to get in here and get yourself knocked out, and you still don't know where you are? You, boy, are a complete melonhead."
"What'd you just say?"
"You're a moron, child!" Excalibur laughed out loud. "You're in the Magin Forest!"
"How do I get to Truce from here?"
Excalibur looked at Mara, and then he burst out laughing again. "What the hell is Truce? You are even more of an airhead than I first thought!"
Mara interceded, whispering into Excalibur's ear. They were apparently at least partners. She turned to Crono. "You must be suffering from amnesia and hallucinating. This Truce you talked about doesn't exist. You are in the Magin forest, in the country of Maji."
Crono looked bewildered at them both. 'Maji'? 'Magin Forest'? He plopped into a sitting position, holding his head in one hand and leaning on his other. Mara took a step toward him, anticipating his passing out. He stood up again, and looked at one, then the other. "I think I need to go to an inn."
Excalibur laughs again.
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"So, what do you think? He's probably a Mystic spy."
"So, you were kidding about that 'amnesia' crap?"
(What the hell were they talking about?)
"Did you catch his hair? His weapon? It reminded me of Blade."
"Slash, you mean."
(Slash? What could I have in common with that demon?)
"Whatever. I say we turn him in."
"But what if we are wrong, and he isn't a Mystic spy?"
"That won't weigh heavily on my conscience."
(The hell? I'm not spy!) Crono had been awake, listening to every word of Mara's and Excalibur's conversation. Needless to say, he was scared. A lot. If everyone around here was like this, Crono would be in deep shit soon. He slowly got up, and quietly left the room, went down the stairs, and walked outside. The night air in the unfamiliar town coaxed goosebumps onto Crono's skin. He should have remembered to bring a sweater with him on his last journey. He walked through the town, which was shut up for the night, all the doors and windows tightly shut. Wierd.
There were footsteps from the road behind him. Crono turned, and he saw one of the most horrifying sights he'd ever seen, almost as terrible as Lavos's true self. Zombies, half-decayed remains of soldiers! Coming up the street! Flanked by skeletons, and led by... a yellow Ozzie? What were they doing?
"Zombies, start on the buildings! They have to fall soon! Decadents, after that runt in the street!" The zombies started scratching at pounding the walls of the buildings, some smashing in a few windows. The skeletons started after Crono, their rusty spears pointed at him. Crono was used to handling these losers.
"Feel the shock!" Crono spread his arms out, and lightning struc kout from within him, and completely destroyed the skeletons. The zombies, provoked by the attack, turned on the young boy, who had already pulled out his sword. Luckily, the zombies were too used to marching in lines, and Crono took his sword, scraped it along the ground, and swung it through the stone at the oncoming Mystics. A shockwave formed from the sparks, and it slammed into the undead warriors. Many toppled and fell, but there were still some left, and most of the fallen ones got back up again, missing many limbs. The sheer sight was horrible enough, they're faces missing patches, missing limbs, ragged clothes, ribs showing, really, SHOWING! And the stench made Crono want to pass out. They circled around him, moaning and reaching out at him. Crono forced himself to close his eyes, and he stuck his sword out in front of him and crouched down. He started spinning himself with his magic, and he spun so fast he hovered just inches above the ground and started to fly in a tight circle, cutting apart all of the zombies near him. Any that could still move, with legs or arms, recovered with a hideous, moaning cry. Crono looked around him almost helplessly. He slashed repeatedly, but he felt he had no choice. Thunder attacks didn't work against these things, and he couldn't just sit and slash at them. There were zombies with only a leg or an arm and no head trying to attack him! He had hoped to save his exhausting and draining Luminaire attack, that he wouldn't have to use it. With the still tens of zobies aroud him, Crono held his arms up, and he was gently lifted into the air, his garment ruffling with the levitation. Bright beams of light appeared under him, and they shined this way and that, constantly changing direction. Then, a giant explosion of holy thunder erupted, and bathed the whole dark town in pale yellow-green light. As the light dimmed again, the zombies were smoldering piles of ashes and scorched decay.
The yellow Ozzie-like Mystic had been watching from a safe distance, and seeing his minions defeated, retreated quickly with a shrill scream. Crono has half glad that it was over, and half sickened by the whole affair. He quietly walked over to an alley opening, holding his mouth, and retched all over the dirty cobbles. He realized he still had his sword in his hands, covered with decaying peices of zombie flesh. He picked up a clean peiece of cloth from one of the carcasses and cleaned the blade, then sheathed it.
Walking out into the street, which was slowly gathering with people, he wondered... (Why is this time so diifferent? Where's Guardia? Truce? Who was that yellow blob over there?) He spotted Mara and Excalibur in the crowd, who then saw him as well. Crono lowered his head, his eyes wide, and tried to push his way through the crowd. He got to the edge of town, but felt a gloved hand punch the back of his head.
Crono sprawled against the ground, and there was a heavy boot placed on his back. Someone spoke in a low, dangerous voice. "So, you aren't a spy. You're a soldier for the Mystics."
"Mara, no! I'm not a spy or a soldier! I'm just a boy that wants to get home!"
Excalibur grinds his foot into Crono's back, and the metal toe snags the shirt and scrapes the skin underneath. "Yeah, back to Trump's castle!"
"Who?!"
Excalibur pushes his foot harder on Crono's back, causing Crono to groan loudly in pain. "Don't play dumb, you pathetic Mystic sympathizer! What did they promise you? Money? Impunity?" He grinds his foot harder still, and draws blood as Crono groans louder. "Slaves? Huh? What?!? What did they promise you to get them on your side?!?!?"
"I SWEAR! I have no clue who Trump is! GAAAAH!!!!
"Shut up! I know you're on the Mystics' side! Why else would you destroy all those homes and those people on the street?!?!?"
"People?!?! I was fighting for my life! Those zombies were going to tear me apart! HURK!"
Excalibur had smashed his sword's scabbard across the back of Crono's head. Excalibur yells out at him, "I've had it with your lies! Who recruited you and why?!?!?! TELL US!"
"I've told you alread-" "Enough!"
With one more loud thud, Crono faintly feels his body being lifted up and slung over someone's shoulder before completely blacking out.