Thanks for the reviews, they drive me to write more! (although the story's already finished)
Tekniklr: The story begins after Magus has joined your party, and after Crono has been revived.
Now, onto more of the same (for now… ^_^), a 'flashback' of Magus' early years, although it's not that interesting as it sounds…
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Chapter 2: Hermaphrodite!"Why you insolent brat! Don't ever dare to try that again!"
I stuck out my tongue to Slash again, while holding onto a lamp hanging on the ceiling.
I had tried stealing Slash' sword, the Slasher, but got caught red-handed. My reaction was to climb on the table and jump up to the lamp hanging on the ceiling. All this unnecessary physical training from Slash proved to be useful for at least one thing.
Slash now also tried climbing onto the table. He managed to get hold of my left foot and pulled like crazy on it. But I wouldn't let go of the lamp, to much irritation of Slash.
I saw Flea coming into the room, but he stopped at the door to witness the struggle going on inside.
I still wouldn't let go, and Slash wouldn't either. To the surprise of both of us, the lamp let go from the ceiling and we both fell down onto the table, which got split in half by the weight and force of the two of us.
"What did he do this time? Shrink your clothes?" smirked Flea.
Slash said something under his breath, probably some heavy swearing. I was amused by this whole situation. When Flea was around, Slash would never dare to hurt me. Flea was like my guardian angel, only less angelic. Flea wanted to make me one of the greatest wizards who had ever lived, because I already seemed to be capable of quite a few tricks at a young age.
Little did Flea now that I could do far more than he knew.
"Clean up this mess Slash. Janus, you come with me. It's time for another one of your lessons."
I got up and brushed of my clothes, then followed Flea to the training courts. The lessons were always boring. I usually tried to make it look like as if I didn't understand what Flea was telling me, but the truth was different. I wasn't quite as good as Flea himself yet, but that was only a matter of time.
"Here. Take this book and go study it. Just look at chapter 1 and 2, the others are way too advanced for you yet."
Did Flea actually trust me with a book that held so many dangerous secrets? This could be the right moment to start my plan; my revenge on Lavos.
I opened the book, and started reading at the first chapter.
"Ugh. My skin feels so dry… I'm going to take another shower…"
Flea stood up and left, leaving me behind with the book. This was the time. I skipped ahead a few chapters and saw some images describing gestures about lightning attacks. Too simple. I then skipped ahead to chapter 13. This was more interesting. Void? Dark Matter? In this book? Just to learn these things and Lavos would be mine…
I grinned. Perfect. I immediately started reading.
The time I took control over the mystics. Now those were the days. To go anywhere and do whatever you please, without those three pesky generals watching your every move. In fact, I bossed them around. I got close to my ultimate goal, getting revenge on Lavos…
"Ozzie, bring me some of that Blue Spice."
"Yes sir Magus. Of course sir Magus."
I hated it when he tried to butter up with me.
I had waited for this day. A long time. 25 years ago, I arrived in 600 AD. 12 years ago I became the Mystic Leader. I had been preparing for this almost my whole life now. For this day. The day that I was to summon Lavos, and destroy him, once and for all.
I had studied ancient books, which I had found in Belthasars old weaponry. I pinpointed the exact location of the weaponry, which was supposed to be buried somewhere below the sea. Then I let the slaves do all the dirty work. It took 3 years of digging, and many slaves had died along the way.
But I reached it. Its magic shield was still intact, but penetrating it was easy. I didn't care for the weapons and armors, they were too weak now. But the books were the most important things. They described how Lavos' power could be extracted and used for a variety of things.
Of course these things would awaken him too. But that wasn't important. I was to summon Lavos. If I failed in defeating him, the world would be doomed. If I succeeded, I'd gotten my revenge on him. And I would've avenged my sister, Schala. And the world would be saved too, but that was nothing more than a side-effect.
"Here is the Blue Spice you asked for, sir Magus."
Ozzie had returned with the bowl of Blue Spice.
"Good. Now scram."
"Of course sir Magus…"
I put some spice in every dish there was on the floor. Then I threw the bowl in a corner and chanted a few words. The spice started to glow blue, then it turned into bright blue flames.
I had arranged the dishes in such a way that they formed a path to a big circle with triangles in it, and a large statue of a demon holing two flames in his bare hands.
I looked down through the path, then slowly started to walk along it, chanting some words with my eyes closed. This was it. There was no turning back now.
When I reached the center of the circle, I started to elevate. My cape started flapping on invisible wind, along with my hair. I felt all of my power gather at one point, exactly in the middle of the two flames the demon was holding. The energy started to take form, and got brighter and brighter. I extended my arms and started chanting louder.
"Neuga zieber zom…"
"Now the chosen time has come…"
"Exchange this world for…"
The energy kept growing ever stronger with each word I said.
"Eternity!!"
The now massive ball of energy erupted in a blue light, blinding me if I would've had my eyes opened. I then started to feel dizzy, eventually passing out and falling onto the floor. I had forgotten. The last part of the spell. I had failed in summoning Lavos.
Even the thoughts still pain me. I'll never forget that day. The day that I was supposed to summon the one who had ruined me and me sister's life. It took me months to recover. I was lucky to be still alive, because the explosion had destroyed most of my castle.
I turn my face to the square in the middle of the End of Time. Only Lucca, Crono and Marle are there now. They are all sleeping, probably because of boredom.
For the first time in hours I move. I turn around and walk to the old man under the lamp. He is also sleeping. He must be the most bored (and boring) person I know of.
I the man on his shoulder. No response. This time I push him a little. Still nothing.
"Wake up you old timer!"
I start to shake him back and forth. His pipe falls out of his mouth and he finally wakes up.
"Easy! Easy does it! Calm your nerves!" he shouts at me.
I lost my self-control rather easily. Normally I wasn't like this. Uh oh. The others are now also waking up by the noise I made when tried to wake up the old man.
"Magus! Get away from him!" says Crono, while he draws his sword.
"The old guy was sleeping, I tried to wake him up! Now back off, kid!"
"It's allright. What did you wake me up for?" asks the old man.
"I… uh… I'm hungry." I replied, still trying not to show any emotion at all.
All that thinking about my past had made me hungry for some reason.
"Outta luck, pale-face. We ate it half an hour ago." smirks Lucca.
"Who are you calling pale-face?"
"The one with the palest face of them all of course!"
I knew that arguing with Lucca would only turn out in a fight, not a fight of words though. I thought of something smart to say.
"Why don't we eat frog-legs?" I grin, while I glance at Frog.
"Too easy red-eyes." returns Lucca. "That one's as old as this guy here." she adds while pointing towards the man in the raincoat.
He smiles at her comment about my failed attempt at making a joke. I grunt, then return back to the small bridge. Conversations like this never were my best skill.