CT : Dark War's Beginning - After Thoughts
Crono remembered that night all too well, how he broke down and told them all of the future. He wanted to, not as if they made him, he wanted to tell them that they were right. But to go against his country? The Guardian prince fighting against his own country? I didn't seem right. How painfully true though, all he wanted to do was join their fight. The thought that he would start a war though. He would be the cause, the traitor.
And what about his love? Marle would never accept this plan. Maybe if she could find some way to see his view. Maybe if he talked her into it. Crono shook his head, she would never fight her father now that she finally reconciled with him. This would never work.
Crono found himself walking towards the castle. He finally decided he was thinking too much and so he quit thinking. A nice piece of pie would do him good anyways, it's been awhile since he last ate.
Crono sat down in the kitchen and started eating his slice of pie. The cherries seemed to rebel against him though, saying things like 'you won't win here!' or 'you'll never eat me!' while they slip off his fork. He decided he was just tired, cherries don't talk anyway.
Crono made his way downstairs, the sunlight didn't creep into the knight's quarters, he would sleep well here. He laid down and stared at the ceiling, he couldn't sleep, not when his mind was still going. This couldn't be happening to him. How was he supposed to decide who wins and who fails? Why did this all fall onto his shoulders? Whether he said yes or no didn't matter, war was coming, he could feel it in his bones. It was his decision that decided the final outcome, the side he chose would be the victor, but even if he chose against the revolution bloodshed would be the great loss. Many soldiers weren't ready for war, after over 400 years of peace no one was ready.
Who could help him decide the fate of this country? How would this decision affect the outcome of the future? Who else could help him with this dilemma then the guru of time himself. Running upstairs and finding Marle in her room he asked "Could I borrow your pendant for a minute?"
"Yeah, why?" She started to unclasp the back.
"Wanted to try something, that's all." Crono was relieved that Marle trusted him to a fault. It really never occurred to her what his true intentions were. Marle handed him the necklace and returned to what she was doing before Crono's interruption.
Crono made his way to the clear area of the Guardian forest. The last remaining rift in time stood before him. Crono knew that this was his only way to find out what he was supposed to do...
Crono remembered that night all too well, how he broke down and told them all of the future. He wanted to, not as if they made him, he wanted to tell them that they were right. But to go against his country? The Guardian prince fighting against his own country? I didn't seem right. How painfully true though, all he wanted to do was join their fight. The thought that he would start a war though. He would be the cause, the traitor.
And what about his love? Marle would never accept this plan. Maybe if she could find some way to see his view. Maybe if he talked her into it. Crono shook his head, she would never fight her father now that she finally reconciled with him. This would never work.
Crono found himself walking towards the castle. He finally decided he was thinking too much and so he quit thinking. A nice piece of pie would do him good anyways, it's been awhile since he last ate.
Crono sat down in the kitchen and started eating his slice of pie. The cherries seemed to rebel against him though, saying things like 'you won't win here!' or 'you'll never eat me!' while they slip off his fork. He decided he was just tired, cherries don't talk anyway.
Crono made his way downstairs, the sunlight didn't creep into the knight's quarters, he would sleep well here. He laid down and stared at the ceiling, he couldn't sleep, not when his mind was still going. This couldn't be happening to him. How was he supposed to decide who wins and who fails? Why did this all fall onto his shoulders? Whether he said yes or no didn't matter, war was coming, he could feel it in his bones. It was his decision that decided the final outcome, the side he chose would be the victor, but even if he chose against the revolution bloodshed would be the great loss. Many soldiers weren't ready for war, after over 400 years of peace no one was ready.
Who could help him decide the fate of this country? How would this decision affect the outcome of the future? Who else could help him with this dilemma then the guru of time himself. Running upstairs and finding Marle in her room he asked "Could I borrow your pendant for a minute?"
"Yeah, why?" She started to unclasp the back.
"Wanted to try something, that's all." Crono was relieved that Marle trusted him to a fault. It really never occurred to her what his true intentions were. Marle handed him the necklace and returned to what she was doing before Crono's interruption.
Crono made his way to the clear area of the Guardian forest. The last remaining rift in time stood before him. Crono knew that this was his only way to find out what he was supposed to do...