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Chapter 7: Chrono in 600 AD
He recognized this room all too well. It was too much like the courtroom he was first tried in. The judge looked the same, the chancellor looked the same, the lawyer looked the same, the freaking jury looked all the same, and he'd be damned if it wasn't the same frikkin' band playing that same funky music during the whole stupid trial. Right now, he just wanted to strangle someone. Maybe the guy that first came up with this sick idea of a courtroom.
Crono was on trial, for being a Mystic sympathizer. How the heck he ended up being accused of it, he didn't know. All he knew was that the system was corrupt, and he would end up in the prison for three days before being executed.
"We, the court of Maji, find the accused guilty as charged, and his sentence is execution within three days."
See?
The guards came up behind Crono, who had to stand and be silent throughout the whole "trial," and forcefully carried him out of the door amid the jeers and faces of the crowd. He got arrested for killing a few zombies? No one must have seen him, then, or else someone would have vouched for him. It didn't matter, he was still being led by rope towards the dungeon. He was brought before the warden, who checked his papers, and after authorizing the guards to lead the prisoner in, had two more appear and knock him out cold so he wouldn't be able to find his way out after being placed in his cell.
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Crono awoke, amid bricks of cold granite and dim torchlight. This was the dungeon alright. He got up, and found he had a cup of water on top of a barrel waiting for him. He decided he wasn't thirsty, and he walked up to the bars, to see that all the other cells were filled with prisoners. The two guards in front of his cell were talking, but when one noticed Crono was listening, he moved away, and the other guard followed. Looking across the corridor, Crono saw a familiar face.
"Glenn?"
It was, indeed, the frog knight. Unfortunately, he was in a cell, too. The haggard frog looked up at Crono.
"That be mine name. Who art thou?"
"Glenn! It's me, Crono!"
The frog looked closer at him. Then a dim flicker of recognition passed through his mind.
"I hath ne'er seen thou before this moment... but, I dost feel like we hath met before."
Crono groaned. The timeline must have shifted so much that Glenn didn't really remember him.
"Glenn, why were you brought in here?"
Glenn sighed. "I hath been imprisoned for the heinous crime of looking like a Mystic and being a spy. And of thou, Crono?"
"Mystic supporter. I guess it hasn't changed that the people still don't like the Mystics."
"Aye, they doth not."
Crono settled back, onto a barrel by the gate. He looked at the seemingly flimsy bars. They should break with a sword strike or two. "Glenn... can you use your sword to break your bars?"
"Nay, they doth taken mine acouterment and weapon."
"Damnit... they did it with me too!" Crono leaned his head on the iron bars that covered his only escape from this horrible cage. "We can't get out of here, then..."
They sat in silence for a long time. Tired of the silence, Crono felt he needed to do something to keep himself from going insane. He began to sing softly a song that formed in his mind. A hauntingly familiar tune.
"Amazing grace... how sweet, the sound..." Glenn joined in. "That saved, a wretch, like me." The cells next to them joined in, and they sang louder. "I once, was lost, but now, am found. Was blind, but now, I see!" The rest of the prisoners soon started singing along with the second verse, and the whole dungeon was filled with the voices of the despairing prisoners, almost all of them wrongly sentenced, and the song offered some hope to the prisoners. "T'was grace, that taught, my heart to fear, and grace, my fears, relieved. I once, was deaf, but now, can hear. Was gone, but now, am home."
"SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU!" A guard came in waving his sword like a feather duster at all the cells. Crono felt empowered by the song, as well as slightly peeved, and challenged him.
"Make me, moron! Oooooooh, that sentance had alliteration!"
"That's consonance, and that wasn't even a- ooh! Were you mocking me?" The guard looked right at Crono from outside the cell. Crono brought himself to mimic the guard with a pompous air.
"Ooh! were you mocking me? Ooh! I'm so dumb I can't tell if I'm being insulted or not! What does 'insulted' mean?"
The guard shook violently. "I think your making fun of me, aren't you!?!?"
"Oh, he's a bright one."
"That's it!" The guard smashed down the cell door. "I'm gonna fix you good!"
The guard didn't get a chance to do anything, because he'd just been hit with a bolt of lightning, and he crumpled down into a heap. Crono calmly walked out, and picked up the keys from around the guard's belt. He opened up Glenn's cell and swung the keys around on his index finger. "So, Glenn, you gonna make a break for it or free the other prisoners?"
"Mine duty calleth that I free the downtrodden."
Crono shook his head with an admiring grin. "That's the same old Glenn, all right."
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Chapter 7: Chrono in 600 AD
He recognized this room all too well. It was too much like the courtroom he was first tried in. The judge looked the same, the chancellor looked the same, the lawyer looked the same, the freaking jury looked all the same, and he'd be damned if it wasn't the same frikkin' band playing that same funky music during the whole stupid trial. Right now, he just wanted to strangle someone. Maybe the guy that first came up with this sick idea of a courtroom.
Crono was on trial, for being a Mystic sympathizer. How the heck he ended up being accused of it, he didn't know. All he knew was that the system was corrupt, and he would end up in the prison for three days before being executed.
"We, the court of Maji, find the accused guilty as charged, and his sentence is execution within three days."
See?
The guards came up behind Crono, who had to stand and be silent throughout the whole "trial," and forcefully carried him out of the door amid the jeers and faces of the crowd. He got arrested for killing a few zombies? No one must have seen him, then, or else someone would have vouched for him. It didn't matter, he was still being led by rope towards the dungeon. He was brought before the warden, who checked his papers, and after authorizing the guards to lead the prisoner in, had two more appear and knock him out cold so he wouldn't be able to find his way out after being placed in his cell.
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Crono awoke, amid bricks of cold granite and dim torchlight. This was the dungeon alright. He got up, and found he had a cup of water on top of a barrel waiting for him. He decided he wasn't thirsty, and he walked up to the bars, to see that all the other cells were filled with prisoners. The two guards in front of his cell were talking, but when one noticed Crono was listening, he moved away, and the other guard followed. Looking across the corridor, Crono saw a familiar face.
"Glenn?"
It was, indeed, the frog knight. Unfortunately, he was in a cell, too. The haggard frog looked up at Crono.
"That be mine name. Who art thou?"
"Glenn! It's me, Crono!"
The frog looked closer at him. Then a dim flicker of recognition passed through his mind.
"I hath ne'er seen thou before this moment... but, I dost feel like we hath met before."
Crono groaned. The timeline must have shifted so much that Glenn didn't really remember him.
"Glenn, why were you brought in here?"
Glenn sighed. "I hath been imprisoned for the heinous crime of looking like a Mystic and being a spy. And of thou, Crono?"
"Mystic supporter. I guess it hasn't changed that the people still don't like the Mystics."
"Aye, they doth not."
Crono settled back, onto a barrel by the gate. He looked at the seemingly flimsy bars. They should break with a sword strike or two. "Glenn... can you use your sword to break your bars?"
"Nay, they doth taken mine acouterment and weapon."
"Damnit... they did it with me too!" Crono leaned his head on the iron bars that covered his only escape from this horrible cage. "We can't get out of here, then..."
They sat in silence for a long time. Tired of the silence, Crono felt he needed to do something to keep himself from going insane. He began to sing softly a song that formed in his mind. A hauntingly familiar tune.
"Amazing grace... how sweet, the sound..." Glenn joined in. "That saved, a wretch, like me." The cells next to them joined in, and they sang louder. "I once, was lost, but now, am found. Was blind, but now, I see!" The rest of the prisoners soon started singing along with the second verse, and the whole dungeon was filled with the voices of the despairing prisoners, almost all of them wrongly sentenced, and the song offered some hope to the prisoners. "T'was grace, that taught, my heart to fear, and grace, my fears, relieved. I once, was deaf, but now, can hear. Was gone, but now, am home."
"SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU!" A guard came in waving his sword like a feather duster at all the cells. Crono felt empowered by the song, as well as slightly peeved, and challenged him.
"Make me, moron! Oooooooh, that sentance had alliteration!"
"That's consonance, and that wasn't even a- ooh! Were you mocking me?" The guard looked right at Crono from outside the cell. Crono brought himself to mimic the guard with a pompous air.
"Ooh! were you mocking me? Ooh! I'm so dumb I can't tell if I'm being insulted or not! What does 'insulted' mean?"
The guard shook violently. "I think your making fun of me, aren't you!?!?"
"Oh, he's a bright one."
"That's it!" The guard smashed down the cell door. "I'm gonna fix you good!"
The guard didn't get a chance to do anything, because he'd just been hit with a bolt of lightning, and he crumpled down into a heap. Crono calmly walked out, and picked up the keys from around the guard's belt. He opened up Glenn's cell and swung the keys around on his index finger. "So, Glenn, you gonna make a break for it or free the other prisoners?"
"Mine duty calleth that I free the downtrodden."
Crono shook his head with an admiring grin. "That's the same old Glenn, all right."