Sorry about the delay on this one. Can't chalk it up to anything more than laziness. All I can say is I'm sorry and I'll try to keep up the pace in the future.
Chapter 4
The End of Time
Spekkio never told anyone but he HATED living at the End of Time. Not surprisingly, it was the most boring point in time imaginable to him. Spekkio was the master of war but what good was that if there was no one around to fight? He couldn't really fight with himself and the old man had no interest fighting.
The only thing that kept him sane was the occasional visitor who would accept a challenge from Spekkio, at which point he would promptly slaughter them (though was always good enough to bring them back to life afterwards). Even then, however, they always raced off to some other battle in some other time, never even bothering to invite him along.
He often thought about just taking one of the nearby gates out of here and finding some point in time that offered him something interesting to se or do. Anywhere would be better than here. He could have seen the human-mystic wars in the Middle Ages, the fall of the reptiles in the Prehistoric, heck, even the BEGINNING of Time would be more interesting that this. He could see the Big Bang with his own eyes and maybe find out it what the old man said about that rock was true.
Of course every time Spekkio brought up the subject, the old man would give him the same tired old lecture about not damaging the timeline. What a hypocrite! What did he think that weird-looking bunch did when they defeated Lavos? He didn't regret that happening, of course, but surely there was something he could do SOMEWHERE.
His train of thought jolted to halt when he saw two figures emerge from one of the beams of light. It was the frog and that scary-looking guy who could do Shadow magic.
"Hey, guys!" He said, rushing up to them in an uncharacteristic display of enthusiasm. "Need some practice? Remember, I'M the-"
"Not now!" snapped the scary-looking one as he rushed by.
The frog was a bit less hasty in his dismissal. "I regret we have not the time. Later, perhaps."
Spekkio rolled his eyes as they headed towards the old man. "Master indeed" He grumbled.
"Sir Gaspar!" Frog croaked as they approached the sleeping old man.
The elderly man leaning against a lamppost was startled awake. "Oh! It's you two. I didn't expect to see you again."
"We don't have time for pleasantries." Magus said. "We need to know what you know about the stone and we need to know now."
Magus leaned in closer as Gaspar whispered something to him. Instantly, Magus broke off into a run towards the gates, leaving Frog to hop hurriedly behind.
"Magus!" Frog croaked firmly. "Where dost thou rush to?"
Ignoring him, Magus leaped in to one of the beams of light. Frog quickly leaped in afterward. As they emerged, Frog and Magus fell several feet from the gate to the ground. Frog looked around, immediately recognized their point of arrival as Mystic Mountain in 65 000 000 000 BC.
"Magus!" Frog snapped "Explain thyself! Why hast thou brought us here?"
Magus surveyed the surroundings. "The Guru told me that a rock very much like the one I obtained on the Denadoro Mountains could be found here. If we know that, the one who took it from me might know as well."
"And that is why thou hast traveled here in such haste?"
Magus closed his eyes and lowered his head in thought. "Partially. There was something else the Guru said."
"What?"
"He said we might find someone here who could help us."
Frog nodded, "Lady Ayla, no doubt."
Magus shook his head and lowered his voice to a mere whisper. "No. He said this person was a survivor of Zeal, someone who'd been thrown to another time as the three Gurus and I were, someone I knew well..."
Chapter 4
The End of Time
Spekkio never told anyone but he HATED living at the End of Time. Not surprisingly, it was the most boring point in time imaginable to him. Spekkio was the master of war but what good was that if there was no one around to fight? He couldn't really fight with himself and the old man had no interest fighting.
The only thing that kept him sane was the occasional visitor who would accept a challenge from Spekkio, at which point he would promptly slaughter them (though was always good enough to bring them back to life afterwards). Even then, however, they always raced off to some other battle in some other time, never even bothering to invite him along.
He often thought about just taking one of the nearby gates out of here and finding some point in time that offered him something interesting to se or do. Anywhere would be better than here. He could have seen the human-mystic wars in the Middle Ages, the fall of the reptiles in the Prehistoric, heck, even the BEGINNING of Time would be more interesting that this. He could see the Big Bang with his own eyes and maybe find out it what the old man said about that rock was true.
Of course every time Spekkio brought up the subject, the old man would give him the same tired old lecture about not damaging the timeline. What a hypocrite! What did he think that weird-looking bunch did when they defeated Lavos? He didn't regret that happening, of course, but surely there was something he could do SOMEWHERE.
His train of thought jolted to halt when he saw two figures emerge from one of the beams of light. It was the frog and that scary-looking guy who could do Shadow magic.
"Hey, guys!" He said, rushing up to them in an uncharacteristic display of enthusiasm. "Need some practice? Remember, I'M the-"
"Not now!" snapped the scary-looking one as he rushed by.
The frog was a bit less hasty in his dismissal. "I regret we have not the time. Later, perhaps."
Spekkio rolled his eyes as they headed towards the old man. "Master indeed" He grumbled.
"Sir Gaspar!" Frog croaked as they approached the sleeping old man.
The elderly man leaning against a lamppost was startled awake. "Oh! It's you two. I didn't expect to see you again."
"We don't have time for pleasantries." Magus said. "We need to know what you know about the stone and we need to know now."
Magus leaned in closer as Gaspar whispered something to him. Instantly, Magus broke off into a run towards the gates, leaving Frog to hop hurriedly behind.
"Magus!" Frog croaked firmly. "Where dost thou rush to?"
Ignoring him, Magus leaped in to one of the beams of light. Frog quickly leaped in afterward. As they emerged, Frog and Magus fell several feet from the gate to the ground. Frog looked around, immediately recognized their point of arrival as Mystic Mountain in 65 000 000 000 BC.
"Magus!" Frog snapped "Explain thyself! Why hast thou brought us here?"
Magus surveyed the surroundings. "The Guru told me that a rock very much like the one I obtained on the Denadoro Mountains could be found here. If we know that, the one who took it from me might know as well."
"And that is why thou hast traveled here in such haste?"
Magus closed his eyes and lowered his head in thought. "Partially. There was something else the Guru said."
"What?"
"He said we might find someone here who could help us."
Frog nodded, "Lady Ayla, no doubt."
Magus shook his head and lowered his voice to a mere whisper. "No. He said this person was a survivor of Zeal, someone who'd been thrown to another time as the three Gurus and I were, someone I knew well..."