1 Chrono Cross: Angelus Errare



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-Sorry if I took too long with this story, but I gotta busy life ya know. Especially when I'm so into FFX ^_^ (luv that game) and I'm almost done with it too, don't mean to brag. One suggestion I should make about the game's mini game Blitzball. DON'T, I repeat, DON'T ever skip it! Wakka's overdrives are there to grab if you win the tournament and the blitzball players are real hard if you don't train your characters. Did that, and I got a major penalty. Just like I did with the card games in FF8 and FF9. Ah well. Okay, I should shut up and let you read. Enjoy!!!

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Serge and Kidd walked up the stairs in Termina Inn, laughing as they walked towards their rooms. Kidd was up ahead of him, taunting him that Serge couldn't get her. Serge gleamed a smile and ran towards her, grabbing her around the waist.



"Hehehe, gotcha!" he said triumphantly, both of them swinging around in circles.



"AH, Serge! Stop! I'm gettin' dizzy," said Kidd playfully. He slowed the movement and stopped right in front of their room. He slowly released his arms around her, look through his pocket for the key, and started to unlock the door.

Orlha, Glenn, and Korcha were waiting for them in the other side, a sigh of relief spreading through their mouths. "I thought you guys were gone. Thank goodness you're all right," said Orlha, getting up.

"Where have you been?" asked Glenn. Serge slowly sat down on the bed he was sleeping on, removing his black shoes and socks from his feet.

"I was at the pier. I'm sorry if I worried you like that."



"Why would ya go to dinky place like that? Nothin' interesting goes on in that place," said Korcha.



"I was only clearing my mind on things. I wanted to get things straight for a change," he said, taking off his vest. "Well, we better get some rest. Here's the key to other room." Serge handed the key to Glenn.

"You are right. We have many things to discuss in Viper Manor tomorrow. Probably we can find some information on Omendi," said Glenn as he headed out the door. "I bid you good night, everyone."



"Yeah, I'll join Glenn. Good night you guys," said Orlha, closing the door behind her. Korcha, Serge, and Kidd were silent for a while, as Serge began to strip all his clothing out of his body, leaving on his boxers.



Kidd turned away and blushed, hearing him putting his clothes on the bed boarder. Korcha just stood there, a thought running through his mind.



Serge slowly covered himself with the blanket and started to doze off. "Night, Korcha. Night, Kidd," he said as he slowly closed his eyes.



"Wait, but there's only-" Serge was fast asleep, thinking that Kidd's voice was a mere echo. Kidd smiled and looked at the surroundings. No sooner did she realize that there were only two beds in the room.



"Great, what am I going to do?" said Kidd, sighing.



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Chapter 9 – The Land is calling you, Chrono Trigger…

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"I guess you have to share a bed with someone," said Korcha, innocently. She looked at Korcha, wondering all of a sudden of his innocence.



"I wonder what's goin' on in his dirty little mind right now," thought Kidd as she walked in and closed the door.

"Huuaahh. I think I'll go to sleep now," said Korcha as drew the covers over him.



"I know for sure something's going on with his little mind of his," said Kidd. She was going to talk to Serge a bit, but Serge was all ready asleep and all worn out.



Kidd went into the bathroom.



"What am I going to do?" mumbled Kidd as she washed her hands and cleaned her face.



A sudden knock came from the front door. Kidd got out of the bathroom and opened the door to be greeted by Orlha. "Hey, Kidd. What's up?" she asked coming in.



Kidd sighed and closed the door quietly behind her. "What do you think?" Orlha shrugged and sat on a nearby chair.



"Don't tell me that Korcha is thinking about nasty things?" Kidd nodded her head and both sighed. "People like him these days. Complete perverts."



"Yer telling me. Right now, he's waitin' for me to sleep next him. Look at his face. He's smiling," said Kidd, sitting on the bed with Serge sleeping in it. "Serge fell asleep after you guys left. I didn't notice until I got in. He really is out of it. He has so many things to think about that it's starting to control his life." She began playing with his hair, looking at him with worry eyes.



"Probably about his dad, huh?" asked Orlha. "That's how I would act when I think about my twin sister. Losing a loved one is really tough handle, including with Serge. His father died when he was only a three old boy. All he can remember is the good times they shared with each other. "

"Yeah, he did live through a pretty tough life when comes right down to it."



"Why don't take care of him?" asked Orlha suddenly.



"What…? But why me…?" asked Kidd, shocked by her words.



"Because whenever I see you with him, he feels comfortable talking to you. And whenever he's troubled, you were the only one who made him feel better. Remember when he was ill, you stood by his side until he got well. You two share a special bond with each other." Kidd stared back down at Serge, stroking his warm tanned cheek.



"Maybe I should. And besides, we're helping each other through anything. Yeah, I'll stay by his side."





"Good, you can start by sleeping next to him," said Orlha, bluntly.



"Huh?" Kidd began to blush, looking like a ripe tomato. "But…uhh…I…"



"See you in the morning Kidd," said Orlha, closing the door behind her. Kidd bowed her head and sighed, making this an even tougher situation. "Should I or should I not?"



She looked at Korcha's bed, seeing that he's giggling sinisterly like. She sweats dropped, seeing his naughty behaviors are taking over him. "Ack! I don't wanna sleep by a pervert. Maybe I should sleep on the floor." Kidd stared at Serge's sleeping form, seeing the loneliness he has within him like a child. Even though he has friends around him, he still feels lonely. Kidd could imagine how his childhood looked like. "I mine as well," thought Kidd as she took off her boots and covered herself with the blanket. Few minutes later, she finally fell asleep.



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"The land…the two "ancient" lands. They are calling upon you, Chrono Trigger," said a voice from above.



Serge slowly opened his eyes, finding himself surrounded in the cloudy skies above the world full of dreams. "W-where am I? I thought was back down in Termina, sleeping," said Serge as he slowly stood up.



"You are sleeping, Serge. However, you are in the Dreamworld. A dream environment where passing dreams about the past, present, and future flies through," said the voice. Serge sensed the upcoming power within and turned to the voices direction. Appearing out of nowhere, a monk dressed in a blue robe, with purple colored ridges surrounding the rims of the clothing. His baggy like pants stand out with its white appearance and the weird hat worn perfectly on his head. His eyes were narrow, yet a narrow look as of an old man, his gray hair and mustache covering his mouth and eyes.



"Belthasar," trailed Serge, as the old Guru stood right before him.



"I see that you withstood the poison that was inflicted to you. '''Tis a good thing," he said, showing a hidden smile. "You do…have the strength like your father once did back when he was still alive. I am glad that you chose to live. The will to live is so strong that a person will have the energy to live on and fulfill his life."



"The strength…?" Serge wondered as he gazed around his surroundings. "What do you mean by a Dreamworld? This is only a mere sky overlooking the land below."



"A dream that directs everyone's dreams to anywhere they desire. The pleas of survival, the pleas for wishes, and the plea for desire. All those concepts are directly in people's minds," said Belthasar. Voices of every single being down below were heard in Serge's ears as it passed through the sun-setting sky.



"I hope one day my dreams of becoming a great poet will come true," said one girlish voice.



"When I grow up, I want to become a fisherman just like my dad!" said a boy's dream, showing a little image his father and himself fishing side by side.



"If only the young man I love is released from his past. I wish that whatever he is looking for will be answered…"



"Voices of people's dreams and futures. Isn't it likely dreams are kept private?" asked Serge as he listened to the floating of voices of each species of each gender.



"I do not hear them, Serge. You are the one who is listening to people's dreams," explained Belthasar. "No other person with such power can ever read or hear people's dreams."



"But, why can I hear these…dreams? What is going around here?"



"That, Chrono Trigger, is the "Call of the Land." From time to time, people's dreams, and secret emotions will be flowing through your mind subsequently. The dreams that you hear at this very moment is all the dreams from the past and present times. Important dreams that will lead you to a purpose of your fated journey. As a Chrono Trigger growing up rapidly with the unknown blood within you, your strength is completely unpredictable and your powers come unexpectedly. You are the only one capable to hear the "Call of the Land."



Serge just stood there, not truly surprised about this. "Dreams of ambition and pride. Indescribable dreams that wanted to change things; Fate and the world evolving around the very person wants a single change in the world. A dream that turns into choice; Choice changes to fate, Fate evolves to reign, reign evolves to devastation. Almost like the future of Termina."



Belthasar nodded in agreement. "Strong words for a young Chrono Trigger as you are. Something has changed within you, Serge. Somehow, I can feel a premonition of your future that something about you will change your life forever."



"Belthasar, do you know what my father's last words mean?" asked Serge, showing a hint of sadness in his blue eyes. Serge knew Wazuki's words have something to do with this whole new adventure he embarked.



"Yet, I will not say to you your father's last words. You must search the world to find your answers Serge." Belthasar looked down at the land below. "Serge, your journey now shall start. Your adventures to the two floating "Ancient" Lands will give you the seek of answers."



"The "Ancient Lands?" What do you mean about them?" asked Serge.



"Within these Ancient Lands, each and every aspect of the primeval Lands have the ability to photosynthesize the Green Earth, the ability to create vast forests, rivers, waterfalls, mountains in the chunk of a land above, the ability to create seasons. These lands, apparently, are strangely floating up in the sky with these abilities bestowed upon the two. The most important ability of the whole world is creating life. One Ancient Land, however, is the main system in which it protects the world we live in. Upon today, it still protects without its living creatures to help and defend the weak. "Survival of the fittest" is what are world is living through all these years. If you're strong, you live, if you are weak you die. These are the bases of how the rules pf the "Survival of the Fittest" goes. The living protectors of the have long protected us in the past. Yet, there extinction is completely unknown. This land, or "Holy" land, is somehow not noticed by people today."



"Serge, these dreams you see at this point in time are signs of the Holy Land. None knew the existence of the this land until researchers made a hypothesis that something in the sky is shielding us from the flying rocks above. Serge, the land is calling. All those dreams are significance of your adventure. Seek for the two lands to know the truth about the past and present. The "Chrono Cross" is now the important factor to go on through this adventure."



Serge looked bewildered. The Holy Land, the dreams, the other Ancient Land; somehow he could of sworn that he heard of this somewhere. Could it be a story from his past or could it be swift rumors that are going around El Nido. Whatever it was, Serge is beginning to be even more confused as before. The Chrono Cross the Guru speaks of. Serge doubts it that he has it, but unsure at moment, now that Belthasar told him some importance of his adventure to peace once again.



"But…where can I find the Ancient Lands? How can the "Chrono Cross" be the key factor? It is only a seventh missing element out of all six elements in the world. It only gives out a mystical melody that touches the hearts of all people. I…no longer have it with me."

"Yes, it is true. However, the "Chrono Cross" has another ability other than melodies. Serge, tell me this about the situation you are in…why did Lynx want to stop you so much and knows that you are still inflicted with the panther poison? Why did Omendi try to kill you so soon after you've just recovered from your long illness?" Serge looked at him curiously, wondering what the Guru's words mean. Then, it hit him. "They wanted to kill you for you have something in you that they want so eagerly. Remember, Serge, Lynx is fate. He can predict the fate of each and every person. He is trying to take over the world if he grabs the information that would lead to the Ancient Lands. Once he grabs the Ancient Lands and the "Chrono Cross", then everything will be known as "Dead Archipelago."



"Omendi…he is heartless as a ogre and stubborn as a mule. What is his purpose to finding the Ancient Lands?"



"He too is looking for answers about himself. But be warned, he is stronger than you think. Amazingly powerful like you, he is also a person you must gather information of his well-being. What he truly is and what made him joined Lynx."



"But…how can…I-"



"The Call of the Land" shall call and guide you. You are our last hope, Serge. All of us in the past and present times believe in you." Belthasar soon phased off, leaving Serge alone in the sky of dreams.



"The Call of the Land…is that song…one of the signs…? Could it be that the land is calling me right now? Trying to lure me to the Holy Land? Why is it so important to go to that land?"



"It is because, Serge, that our people lived there," said a voice from above.



"Father…?"



"Follow the dreams, follow the song, follow the call, and follow your heart…I believe in you, my son…I know you will successfully carry out my will…"

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*End of Chapter 9. If this does not make sense, then tell me. I will revise it since I wrote this with writer's block. Don't worry, it will get better. SO just keep on reading and keep on reviewing. Thank you for all your supporter readers!