Prologue: A Troubled Past
By: The Fallen Angel
Author's note: all info that has not been created by me belongs to Squaresoft and the makers of Chrono Cross.
And so it begins. The world ending and the world beginning anew. Much was been accomplished and much stills need to be revealed. With the world in peril, from itself and the gods, not much can be done to stop the inflicted destruction about the planet. But I know otherwise.
What those who are and will be a part of it will know my name. I am he who walks amongst the clouds and swims beneath the world's crust. I am he who control the moons and the stars, who can stare down the ever-mighty gods, who wields a sword better than those who have past and those to come. I am Chronos, Guardian of the skies and until recently, leader of the Holy Guard. I was stripped of my rank due to my personal beliefs against the Gods themselves. This is for those who seek the truth of the history that was, is, and shall come.
With humanity in a downward spiral, it seems only right for the Holy Guard of the Gods to help. But no. It has been decreed by the four Sacred Gods, Odidius, God of the flame; Titaneon, God of thee sea; Yerisad, Goddess of the light; and Loizkie, god of the Shadow, that no one of the Holy Guard may interfere in the path of the human race. This law was not made until recently, but the reason, I do not know.
But let us begin in the beginning. The story of the Holy Guard start with five of us: The Gallant Angel, The Wise Owl, The Robust Bear, The Devious Fox, and The Fearless Demon. Demonos, The Fearless Demon, had no right to be with our ranks. He was just placed with the brigade as a way of pleasing the Lord of Fear and Death, Garenis. But even Demonos was willing to work for our cause. Our ranks grew and so did our hopes of destroying all the opposed the evil that threaten the world. So did our pride, and our ignorance. This was a foolish endeavor for Yerisad once told me 'That the darkness will always follow light, as evil will follow the good.'
As we were all foolish and arrogant, I was the cream of the crop. My pride has held me back for realizing my full potential and cost many a good people their lives. Many of them dear friends of mine. I can be thought that the fates have punished me for my pride, but whatever the reason, I am alone in the world. I have seen so much pain and suffer that it is a wonder that I am still sane. But I have keep up my hopes, my pride, my arrogance. So I have keep up my life.
But that is not of importance at this moment nor will it ever be. What is important is what the Gods made us do. We were ordered to begin the slaughter of the human race, along with the other inhabitant of the planet. We were the start of countless war and disease. The Gods said that it was because the planet had failed to live up to its full potential, it was a futile cause to save those who would destroy themselves anyway.
The new assignment pleased few and scorned most of us. But we followed; we followed like sheep to the slaughter. Demonos the Fearless Demon and Caininus the Twisted Hyena are the leaders in this rampage, these heinous crimes. But what are we to do? Orders and laws are made to be followed and should be done as such. This is the foundation of all great cities and countries. But this thinking was what doomed us in the first place. This thinking is what started it all.
My values have changed since the decree has been sent out. Before this, I was blind to world and I was blind to myself. I was a proud leader and my ignorance was what pushed the Gods to this. So it is my fault that this is happening. There were other factors but still, the decision of the Gods was mostly my fault.
And so I must fix it.
Signed
Chronos, The Gallant Angel
* * * * * *
Alone in a darken room, there sat a man hunched over a oak desk. He had a worried look on his face. A look of impatience, a look of need. He long gray hair the flowed down to his shoulders, the back of it was tied up in a ponytail. He wore a white t-shirt and a pair of shorts. The man was holding a quail in his hand, twirling it within his fingers. He leaned against the back of his wooden chair, staring at the ceiling.
After a few moments, the man then returned his attention to the manuscript his had just finished. The man rubbed the back of his head, staring at it. He was confused, ad looked up again. The man stared across the room, at the candles lighting up it. The flames danced across their wicks. They hypnotized the man into watching their graceful movement, their calming light. The man snapped out of his trance and looked back at the paper. He pulled out an envelope from a drawer and folded the letter neatly and placed it within the envelope. He then took out a seal and sealed the letter. Just then there was a knock at the door
"Yes," the man yelled, he quickly looked up at the door. "Come in." He hid the letter beneath his shirt
"What you doing in here, old timer?" A young man stood at the entrance to the room. He wore a dark blue shirt with the arms cut off, and a pair of long pants that touched the ground beneath them. "I thought you would be sleeping somewhere.
"I'm not that old, you fool," the man stood up and walked across the marble floor. The candles flickered as he walked to the young man. The old man's cloak draped over his body and covered up, hiding his body. "And I can still take you with my sword."
"Well, let's see, old man," the young man, drew a long sword. The blade was painted black and had a crimson red center. The handle had ribbons coming form it.
"Swords are for those who can not use words to there advantage." The old man tried to walk away.
"So you are afraid, then?" The young man replied. "You are afraid of me, Chronos.
"Why would I be afraid of a worm like you?" Chronos said, smiling ear to ear.
The young man bellowed in rage. "How dare you treat your leader like this?" He attacked with his black sword.
"Only a fool would attack a man who hides so much, Demonos," Chronos quickly drew his own sword from underneath his cloak and parried the attack of the young man. He then twisted the wrist of Demonos and threw him against the opposite wall. Demonos' sword fell out of his hand. Chronos placed his sword against the neck of Demonos and held it there.
"Do you want death, old man?" Demonos tried to sit up, but Chronos stooped him.
"Death is a blessing for some, a curse for others. Life is a blessing, a curse. Death for me, it is a freedom, one that would be received in open arms. But with my position, I cannot die. I must live until the days end and then some. Life is curse for me, one that I cannot escape from. Only mortals can die." Chronos picked up the black sword and held it against the throat of Demonos.
"There is another way, Magnus. Do you know it?" Demonos said. "But of course you know it, you know everything."
"That is true, I do know everything that there is to know. As much as you know, Demonos. And as long as you think that, you will never see the truth. ."
"But you aren't mortal, you'll never be." Demonos laughed. "No wonder you're in so much pain. You wish to die." He laughed again. "Oh, this is so beautiful."
He laughed for a third time, this time with malevolence. The candles flickered.
"Why are you laughing, Demonos? Are you happy about the pain that you have caused me? About everything you did to me?"
"Happy? I love it! You are in pain and agony, while I am happy and in joy with my life. This is one of the happiest moments in my life. Thank you, thank you for everything, Magnus," Demonos said.
"Well, I would hate to give you so much happiness. So I quit." Chronos dropped the two blades and walked away from the youngster.
"You wish to die so much that you will forsake paradise?" Demonos stood up and stretched. "Why, when I can kill you now?" Demonos tried to attack Chronos again. His grabbed his blades and raised it against Magnus. The angered young man yelled and ran at Magnus, but his was too late. Chronos turned around and dodge the attack. He then used Demonos' weight to force him out of the room and head first into the wall in the hallway. Demonos made a fissure in the marble wall.
"Had enough?" Chronos asked. Demonos mumbled as he removed his head from the wall. "I'll take that as a yes." Magnus walked out of the room, past Demonos.
Chronos walked down the hallway past many doors. A girl came running out of one of the doors. "What happened? I heard a loud bang, as if something had crashed." The girl had a young body and had a sweet, tender voice.
"Nothing, my dear," Chronos replied. The spoke in a calm, rationale voice. "Now, just go back in your room and I'll see you tomorrow."
"You promise?" The girl asked. She gave the old man a hug.
"Yes, I promise," Chronos said, returning the hug. "No take care, I don't want to see anything bad happen to you, okay?"
"I'm sorry, my dear," Chronos said as the door closed. "I will not see you tomorrow, nor will I see you again, my daughter." Chronos walked away from the closed door and walked out of the life of his daughter, his family.
Chronos walked the marble corridors of the castle for hours, wondering the halls. The candles glowed a dark red in all throughout the building. Chronos finally stopped at a dead end of hall. The lights of the candles ranged many colors of the spectrum and changed every three seconds.
There, Chronos sat down in the middle of the room, legs crossed and eyes closed. He slow began to speak words form a forgotten language, words known only to him and the gods. The world swirled and twisted around the old man, his body glowing a bright yellow. The room spun around and around Chronos, as he was slowly disappearing. When the room stopped spinning, Chronos was gone, leaving only his clothes.
By: The Fallen Angel
Author's note: all info that has not been created by me belongs to Squaresoft and the makers of Chrono Cross.
And so it begins. The world ending and the world beginning anew. Much was been accomplished and much stills need to be revealed. With the world in peril, from itself and the gods, not much can be done to stop the inflicted destruction about the planet. But I know otherwise.
What those who are and will be a part of it will know my name. I am he who walks amongst the clouds and swims beneath the world's crust. I am he who control the moons and the stars, who can stare down the ever-mighty gods, who wields a sword better than those who have past and those to come. I am Chronos, Guardian of the skies and until recently, leader of the Holy Guard. I was stripped of my rank due to my personal beliefs against the Gods themselves. This is for those who seek the truth of the history that was, is, and shall come.
With humanity in a downward spiral, it seems only right for the Holy Guard of the Gods to help. But no. It has been decreed by the four Sacred Gods, Odidius, God of the flame; Titaneon, God of thee sea; Yerisad, Goddess of the light; and Loizkie, god of the Shadow, that no one of the Holy Guard may interfere in the path of the human race. This law was not made until recently, but the reason, I do not know.
But let us begin in the beginning. The story of the Holy Guard start with five of us: The Gallant Angel, The Wise Owl, The Robust Bear, The Devious Fox, and The Fearless Demon. Demonos, The Fearless Demon, had no right to be with our ranks. He was just placed with the brigade as a way of pleasing the Lord of Fear and Death, Garenis. But even Demonos was willing to work for our cause. Our ranks grew and so did our hopes of destroying all the opposed the evil that threaten the world. So did our pride, and our ignorance. This was a foolish endeavor for Yerisad once told me 'That the darkness will always follow light, as evil will follow the good.'
As we were all foolish and arrogant, I was the cream of the crop. My pride has held me back for realizing my full potential and cost many a good people their lives. Many of them dear friends of mine. I can be thought that the fates have punished me for my pride, but whatever the reason, I am alone in the world. I have seen so much pain and suffer that it is a wonder that I am still sane. But I have keep up my hopes, my pride, my arrogance. So I have keep up my life.
But that is not of importance at this moment nor will it ever be. What is important is what the Gods made us do. We were ordered to begin the slaughter of the human race, along with the other inhabitant of the planet. We were the start of countless war and disease. The Gods said that it was because the planet had failed to live up to its full potential, it was a futile cause to save those who would destroy themselves anyway.
The new assignment pleased few and scorned most of us. But we followed; we followed like sheep to the slaughter. Demonos the Fearless Demon and Caininus the Twisted Hyena are the leaders in this rampage, these heinous crimes. But what are we to do? Orders and laws are made to be followed and should be done as such. This is the foundation of all great cities and countries. But this thinking was what doomed us in the first place. This thinking is what started it all.
My values have changed since the decree has been sent out. Before this, I was blind to world and I was blind to myself. I was a proud leader and my ignorance was what pushed the Gods to this. So it is my fault that this is happening. There were other factors but still, the decision of the Gods was mostly my fault.
And so I must fix it.
Signed
Chronos, The Gallant Angel
* * * * * *
Alone in a darken room, there sat a man hunched over a oak desk. He had a worried look on his face. A look of impatience, a look of need. He long gray hair the flowed down to his shoulders, the back of it was tied up in a ponytail. He wore a white t-shirt and a pair of shorts. The man was holding a quail in his hand, twirling it within his fingers. He leaned against the back of his wooden chair, staring at the ceiling.
After a few moments, the man then returned his attention to the manuscript his had just finished. The man rubbed the back of his head, staring at it. He was confused, ad looked up again. The man stared across the room, at the candles lighting up it. The flames danced across their wicks. They hypnotized the man into watching their graceful movement, their calming light. The man snapped out of his trance and looked back at the paper. He pulled out an envelope from a drawer and folded the letter neatly and placed it within the envelope. He then took out a seal and sealed the letter. Just then there was a knock at the door
"Yes," the man yelled, he quickly looked up at the door. "Come in." He hid the letter beneath his shirt
"What you doing in here, old timer?" A young man stood at the entrance to the room. He wore a dark blue shirt with the arms cut off, and a pair of long pants that touched the ground beneath them. "I thought you would be sleeping somewhere.
"I'm not that old, you fool," the man stood up and walked across the marble floor. The candles flickered as he walked to the young man. The old man's cloak draped over his body and covered up, hiding his body. "And I can still take you with my sword."
"Well, let's see, old man," the young man, drew a long sword. The blade was painted black and had a crimson red center. The handle had ribbons coming form it.
"Swords are for those who can not use words to there advantage." The old man tried to walk away.
"So you are afraid, then?" The young man replied. "You are afraid of me, Chronos.
"Why would I be afraid of a worm like you?" Chronos said, smiling ear to ear.
The young man bellowed in rage. "How dare you treat your leader like this?" He attacked with his black sword.
"Only a fool would attack a man who hides so much, Demonos," Chronos quickly drew his own sword from underneath his cloak and parried the attack of the young man. He then twisted the wrist of Demonos and threw him against the opposite wall. Demonos' sword fell out of his hand. Chronos placed his sword against the neck of Demonos and held it there.
"Do you want death, old man?" Demonos tried to sit up, but Chronos stooped him.
"Death is a blessing for some, a curse for others. Life is a blessing, a curse. Death for me, it is a freedom, one that would be received in open arms. But with my position, I cannot die. I must live until the days end and then some. Life is curse for me, one that I cannot escape from. Only mortals can die." Chronos picked up the black sword and held it against the throat of Demonos.
"There is another way, Magnus. Do you know it?" Demonos said. "But of course you know it, you know everything."
"That is true, I do know everything that there is to know. As much as you know, Demonos. And as long as you think that, you will never see the truth. ."
"But you aren't mortal, you'll never be." Demonos laughed. "No wonder you're in so much pain. You wish to die." He laughed again. "Oh, this is so beautiful."
He laughed for a third time, this time with malevolence. The candles flickered.
"Why are you laughing, Demonos? Are you happy about the pain that you have caused me? About everything you did to me?"
"Happy? I love it! You are in pain and agony, while I am happy and in joy with my life. This is one of the happiest moments in my life. Thank you, thank you for everything, Magnus," Demonos said.
"Well, I would hate to give you so much happiness. So I quit." Chronos dropped the two blades and walked away from the youngster.
"You wish to die so much that you will forsake paradise?" Demonos stood up and stretched. "Why, when I can kill you now?" Demonos tried to attack Chronos again. His grabbed his blades and raised it against Magnus. The angered young man yelled and ran at Magnus, but his was too late. Chronos turned around and dodge the attack. He then used Demonos' weight to force him out of the room and head first into the wall in the hallway. Demonos made a fissure in the marble wall.
"Had enough?" Chronos asked. Demonos mumbled as he removed his head from the wall. "I'll take that as a yes." Magnus walked out of the room, past Demonos.
Chronos walked down the hallway past many doors. A girl came running out of one of the doors. "What happened? I heard a loud bang, as if something had crashed." The girl had a young body and had a sweet, tender voice.
"Nothing, my dear," Chronos replied. The spoke in a calm, rationale voice. "Now, just go back in your room and I'll see you tomorrow."
"You promise?" The girl asked. She gave the old man a hug.
"Yes, I promise," Chronos said, returning the hug. "No take care, I don't want to see anything bad happen to you, okay?"
"I'm sorry, my dear," Chronos said as the door closed. "I will not see you tomorrow, nor will I see you again, my daughter." Chronos walked away from the closed door and walked out of the life of his daughter, his family.
Chronos walked the marble corridors of the castle for hours, wondering the halls. The candles glowed a dark red in all throughout the building. Chronos finally stopped at a dead end of hall. The lights of the candles ranged many colors of the spectrum and changed every three seconds.
There, Chronos sat down in the middle of the room, legs crossed and eyes closed. He slow began to speak words form a forgotten language, words known only to him and the gods. The world swirled and twisted around the old man, his body glowing a bright yellow. The room spun around and around Chronos, as he was slowly disappearing. When the room stopped spinning, Chronos was gone, leaving only his clothes.