CLARIFICATION PLEASE!
Disclaimer: Obviously, I do not own Chrono Cross. If I owned it I wouldn't be here, why would I simply post a story out of whimsy when I could make it into a sequel and make more money? Sheesh, why do I even bother writing a disclaimer...
Description: This story takes place before and after the final confrontation with Lavos. It is, of course, centered around Serge and Kid's fated relationship, but may contain other elements in the future (if I start thinking of other things, which is highly unlikely =^__^=). I felt that their meeting afterwards should be sooner, rather than later on, years later in the future. I'll admit, I don't really enjoy stories about them in modern day, because I find them rather borish. However, that's just my opinion. I prefer the fantasy-type realm rather then the dusty, dull skyscraper era. Anyways, here's the prologue, something that I also like to call an excuse - a way to buy myself more time to actually think up an idea for this story.
Also, another note, I haven't actually played through the entire game in a while, so there'll be lots of mistakes here, there, and everwhere...like, does Kid still have the Astral Amulet at the end of the game? I don't know.
Yes, and please read and review as always! Everyone knows that reviews make the world go round and keep the posts posting...
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With an Amulet
A Chrono Cross Fanfiction
~*~*~*Prologue*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
With an amulet to surpass the lengths of time
we bring forth a meaning to the unchristianed future.
The future of the Goddess,
The Goddess of Fate,
Who, whilst setting her hands on the wheels of time,
Creates the fate of all beasts,
And the calming of all relentless minds
That wish to surpass her.
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"Oi! Cut the cheese! And no, I don't mean it that way..."
Kid's familiar spirit. The raging beast of her soul.
Korcha gave her a slimy smile. "Whaddaya mean? Don'cha like it, beautiful? Its just a little ballad I wrote while thinkin' of you..."
Kid shot him an angry glare. "Just shut yer yap and go bother somebody else!"
Goddess of Fate,
Setting her hand on the wheel of time,
I watched my friends in silence. Kid's familiar spirit, quick and sharp as the daggers she so fondly handled, was always like a raging tempest, seeking to get the best of everyone else and to shoot in the last word of every conversation. And with Korcha, calmly defying her attempts at authority, the two of them never accomplished anything important. I would usually end up stepping in sooner or later, and would be forced to come up with the next step of our journey.
Goddess of Fate,
Stealing the stars of forgotten time,
I must admit though, I was forced to smile upon their high spirits during these dark times. Tomorrow is going to be, most likely, the end of the world, at least for us. The simple thought of Lavos gives me the raw feeling of pins and needles being forced into every deep and sensitive part of my body. However, Korcha and Kid seemed to be enjoying their last day fully. All I could do was sit back and watch, like a silent stone gargoyle, time slowly eroding the courage of my soul. I was either too depressed, nervous, or embarassed to join them. Or maybe it was my deep feelings for her. I know I won't be able to tell her tonight, but maybe tomorrow, after dragging my cold, broken, dying body next to the warmth of hers, I will confess them to her in my last breath. An event of cruel fate always has seemed more romantic to me, especially spilling out your soul on a deathbed. Even though I know it won't amount to anything.
Goddess of Fate,
Calming the storms of the foremost mind,
I was torn out of my day dreams (or evening dreams, for the sun was set low upon the horizon) by a mischevious jab in the ribs. However, before the thief of my dreams could protest, I had her hands pinned behind her back, and her body against my own. She resisted, naturally, and in a playful push, had me rolling down the hill. I tumbled through thicket and bramble, an uncountable variety of grasses, and occasionally, small yet highly intrusive trees, before coming to rest in a wide, open meadow. I remember that moment perfectly. Birds sang their most ancient songs, and, silohetted against the burning disc of the setting sun, I watched the small frame of a red thief tumbling happily down the hill.
Bring us to peace,
Though it may cost this life of mine.
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Yes, I realize it's shortness. I told you before, it's an excuse for time and thinking. Sorry about all the italics, they burn my eyes out too, but they were necessary for some reason unknown.
RRR! Remember to read and review! (Well...actually you should have just finished reading it.)
--TATSU.