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Brief Notes;
No, I do not own Chrono Cross, nor its characters. I am making no money
off of this, this is simply the outcome when I have too much spare time. ^.^'
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What They Call 'Destiny'
Chapter I: I Feel Something Missing ...
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As Written By: Kaioh, Michiru
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I gazed at the fire before me. They were due any moment. I have never met them before in my life, yet the visions I had and the fire before me revealed that I soon would. I kept the Dragon Tear in my hands, they were coming for it. Their quest intresed me, sheepishly, I must admit that I had been having flashes of their journey and I was intrigued more by every passing moment.
There were murmurs outside. They were here.
"Those who travel beyond the dimensions ... Come before me," I said softly, not moving from my position as I felt then enter the shrine. Now I took the moment of silence to turn and look at them face to face for the first time. Only three had entered. There were more to this group, I was certain, although I had not clearly seen them all. Just ... the ones called Serge and Kid were the clearest.
Serge stood before me now. Trapped in the body of the infamous Lynx. I smiled apologetically, sorry for all the pain that his eyes quickly related. He did not need to talk much, I reasoned, his emotions and thoughts seemed to be written clearly upon his features.
The two others - One was the famous Commander Norris of the Black Wind of Porre. He had been accompanying Serge since he had switched bodies with Lynx. An honorable and humble man, I admired him the first moment he appeared in my visions. The other I did not recognize. It was a small child, dressed in a reddish animal skin with curly blonde hair that went past her shoulders. Unfortunately, now was not the time for introductions.
"Welcome," I said with a slight bow. "I will lend you the Dragon Tear as promised." Odd, to be aware of what my alternate counterpart and Mistress Direa of the other world had stated.
Truth be told, my own 'abilities' - my visions and empathy - had become a great deal stronger when Mistress Direa had passed on in this world. I always thought that it was Mistress' way of helping me ... I assumed the same would occur for the 'other' Steena. Pray to the Dragon Gods that such the day does not come soon for that Mistress Direa though ...
"And I will accompany you to the Fort as well," I knew exactly their plans, and I was completly convinced of helping them. Serge
nodded and I handed him the Dragon Tear, as we all set off in a quick pace from the shrine.
"Be careful Mistress!" I heard the shrine guard call after me. It was nice to be cared for ...
We raced through Guldove, passing people with wonderous and sometimes annoyed glances. As we reached what was to be out boat, it was crowded with many more people. Everyone seemed accepting of everyone else though, which put me at ease as I squeezed in beside the small blonde girl and an older man that was bald and held a cane. If I recalled correctly, he was Radius ...
"Welcome," he said with a nod.
"Thank you kindly," I replied, and closed my eyes for a moment.
Serge, of course, steered with Norris and a mauve-haired man. I could feel the difference in aura radiating from people which came from the two seperate worlds. Being around this many people with so many conflicting emotions sent my head spinning. It was at times like this that I thought my empathic abilities a curse and I felt somewhat faint.
'Wonderful addition to the party you make, Steena' I scolded myself silently.
It was not long that we arrived that Mount Pyre, the 'gate-way,' to Fort Dragonia. As the boat was pulled ashore, Serge was deciding whom to take and whom should stay guard by our craft. He walked up to me and offered a hand, nodding, indicating I was to go. I was quite prepared and drew my sword as I nodded in reply. A middle-aged man also came along. He, too, used his weapon choice as a sword.
We seperated quickly from the remainder of the crowd, and my head cleared considerably. Serge walked first, using the blessing of the Water Dragon to calm the flames. As he did so, the middle-aged man, whom I also did not recognize, patted me upon the shoulder. I turned around to gaze at him with a titled head. "Name's Fargo, pleased to meet ya. Didn't get the chance to introduce meself before."
"Oh," I said, then smiled quickly. "I am Steena, it is a pleasure to make your aquaintance."
"Aye," he chuckled slightly. He seemed nice enough, yet something in his eyes betrayed a sadness he was unwilling to talk about.
Serge waved us on to continue our way. I few creatures from the fire challenged us now and then, yet to was nothing we could not handle. I did hate having to hurt any living creature with my blade though. Every slash I took, it tore me apart ten times more inside.
Finally, we reached the inside of Fort Dragonia. Serge, at first, ran past the front momument. "Serge!" I called, as he turned around, still holding Guldove's treasure. "Place the Dragon Tear here, and the Fort will open itself up for us." Sometimes it was good to have alot of knowledge about life, I often thought. Yet other times, it took alot of joy out of it ... I wanted to experience life's 'mysteries,' like others often spoke of.
He nodded, and did as I suggested. The walls rumbled as expected, then stopped. He scooped the Dragon Tear up in his arms again and we set off to the elevating platform. As the large gates opened, a figure in black was revealed ... in Serge's body ... Lynx ...
"So, you've made it this far," Lynx said smugly. "However, it's a little too soon for you to get your original form back, Serge."
Serge set down the Dragon Tear and grasped his swallow with both hands. He growled ... A cat-like thing to do I suppose ... The look in the trapped young man's eyes had changed though. He was focused and quite intent on his mission.
In an instant, he swiped at Lynx, catching the malicious one off-guard. He deilvered some strong swipes, as the sound of pierced flesh echoed in my mind. Pain was an exceptionally large emotion for me to pick up ... And although Serge did not cry aloud when Lynx finally began to swipe back with his scythe, the screams he cried in his head reached my empathic ears. The volume was ten-fold for me inside my mind ...
It made me cry out loud. Serge had to step back for a moment and Fargo tended to some of his more-serious wounds. Then I took my own lunges at Lynx. I moved swiftly with my sword, although it did not stop him from catching my own flesh from time to time. I jumped back, breathless. I set my sword down and lifted my arms into the air, feeling a circle of breeze surround me. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, and as I opened them again, I saw Mistress Direa's spirit take her own fury out on Lynx. Then the breeze around me subsided, and the spirit smiled briefly at me before disappearing again.
'Thank you ... ' I said to her.
As I looked back at Serge, he had taken the final blow to Lynx, as those evil eyes closed and he fell to his back. Quickly though, he rose back to his feet and floated in the air.
"I may have underestimated you," he said, still trying to sound confident. "However, I still have business to attend to." And so, he disappeared.
We did not waste time to catch our breath though, as we stood upon the elevating platform and went to the top floor. The rest of the journey through the fort was quiet. No one was around. We approached the teleportation device and soon stood before the large doors of the 'Final Room.'
I turned to Serge, whom also looked at me, seeming to ask for advice. "You must proceed alone from here, Serge," I said soflty. He nodded and stepped up to the large doors. He put his free hand to them and pushed to open them, then stepped inside without looking back. The doors closed heavily.
'No regrets ... ' I told myself and nodded.
Fargo sighed loudly and sat down upon the rock ground. "Aye, the matey'll be all right," he said and nodded, as if to reassure himself.
"All we can do is wait. I am certain he will return to himself," I said softly, gazing far-off into the sky.
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Each moment seemed to take days to pass by, until those heavy doors once again opened. It was then that slowly, Serge emerged back in his own form.
"Serge!" Fargo and I both cried. He smiled slightly, as I noted he was no longer carrying the Dragon Tear. As I looked behind him and into the room, I was able to see the some of the small pieces of the precious glass. I nodded, confirming it to myself, then looked at Serge with hopeful eyes.
"Serge, you were able to reclaim yourself without being led astray," I said as he nodded, yet then his eyes clouded over. "The shattering result of the Dragon Tear does not come as I surprise to me, it is something that could not be helped. However, you also carry the fate of Another World's Dragon Tear, both the shattering result of conflicting emotions - Love and Hate. Yet still, they are the different sides of the same coin. Serge, with these two pieces you may be able to form the legendary Chrono Cross!" It was hard for me to keep my composure and hide my excitement. "Although the shrine that used to lay at Divine Dragon Falls does not exist here ... " I took a breath, "With regaining your true form, you will also gain the trust back in your previous comrades."
Serge smiled at that, and took off in a running pace, Fargo and I following as we quickly ran back to the shore of Mount Pyre.
All of the others were waiting in anticipation, and many cried out in surprise and joy as they saw Serge back to his old self. Although, the majority had never seen this form I was assuming.
"Where-are-we-going-now-Serge?" Inquired a monotonous robotic tone.
The young blue-haired boy smiled, Fargo patted his shoulder. "We be goin' to get the other maties!" He answered for our 'leader.'
We all loaded onto the crowded boat, which was going to be even less pleasant to board once we regained the confidence of everyone in the party, and set off for the main contenient. The trip passed easily, and we anchored near Arni Village. The plan was to immediately head for the other world. Everyone of us reached Opassa Beach, all standing behind Serge. He stood in a distinct spot, where the sands were different. They stirred, and radiated a glow.
He took out a pendant, dubbed the Astral Amulet and studied it for a moment. It was then that I began to grow lightheaded, and felt detatched from myself. To catch myself from fainting, I closed my eyes and tried to forget what was going on. When I opened them again, everyone around me started to depart from the beach. Were we already in the other world? It felt different ... Yet looked exactly the same.
Rather then rise the question and make myself seem the idoit, I followed suit and left the beach. There were different people we had to fetch, from all over El Nido. I would have liked to have gone to Guldove to retrieve the ones there, yet it was decided that I was to head to Termina with the young blonde girl, dressed in the skins.
As we ran through Fossil Canyon, I learned that her name was Leah, and she was from the Ancient Holy Ground. Better known as Gaea's Navel ... It intrigued me, and I wanted to ask her more, yet we had to focus on our task at hand. Her eyes also told of a great lonliness, and I did not want to push the child into much more ... We avoided the majority of creatures that thought we threatened their existence. We were to head to the local bar, and look for a man named Guile. I did not recognize that name either.
Finally, we were inside the quaint town. There seemed to be some guards around, yet they did not pay much attention to us, thank the great Gods. I hardly felt like explaining myself and I was not one to lie.
Entering the bar, Leah looked quickly around, asking all of the drunk and sober customers about a man named Guile. Some of them answered in slurs, and others were to frightened by the blade of her axe.
I took the more subtle approach. In the left corner, by theirself, someone stood, not paying much attention to anything in particular. I approached them slowly, my sword was hanging from my belt. I liked non-violent methods of questioning, as opposed to Leah.
"Pardon me ... "
They did not answer. I tapped their shoulder lightly, and cleared my throat. "Pardon me," I called, louder.
A long ponytail of lavender hair whirled around quickly, almost hitting me in the swift motion. I took in a breath quickly, I felt nothing from this person ... How deep did they hide their emotions ... ? As they fully turned around, I was greeted by the masked face of a man. He was not too old. My empathic abilities did not pick up anything from him though, which frightened me somewhat. I could not even read his eyes, they too, were hidden behind a thin layer from his mask. He was ... so ... mysterious ...
He chuckled slightly and bowed quickly. "Excuse me, I was lost in thought. How may I help you?"
I could not even read his emotions by his voice! Great Gods how he kept himself hidden ... He was like ... One of those mysteries of life I was always deprived of ... And here I was, stuttering to try and get some words out. I was certain I was blushing profusely ... No one had ever asked me that ... How sad my life was, I realized at that moment ...
"You-um Guile?" Leah ran up quickly and looked up at him.
"Yes, whom is asking?" He tilted his head. I was still dumbfounded on what he was thinking. It was so odd for me!
"Serge. He want-um you to come-um with us," Leah stated and took his wrist, dragging him out.
"What? Serge is back? Out of the form of Lynx?"
"Yes-um," Leah continued to drag him, although he was not complying nor refusing to come along. "No more talk-um, come-um with us."
She dragged him out of the bar, yet I was still stuck in the place I had stopped moving. My heart was racing ... why? What is this feeling? Why is my breath catching?
There was only one answer I could think of. My lips parted for an instant ...
"Guile ... " I whispered, then I finally moved from my spot, rushing to exit the building ...
Brief Notes;
No, I do not own Chrono Cross, nor its characters. I am making no money
off of this, this is simply the outcome when I have too much spare time. ^.^'
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What They Call 'Destiny'
Chapter I: I Feel Something Missing ...
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As Written By: Kaioh, Michiru
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I gazed at the fire before me. They were due any moment. I have never met them before in my life, yet the visions I had and the fire before me revealed that I soon would. I kept the Dragon Tear in my hands, they were coming for it. Their quest intresed me, sheepishly, I must admit that I had been having flashes of their journey and I was intrigued more by every passing moment.
There were murmurs outside. They were here.
"Those who travel beyond the dimensions ... Come before me," I said softly, not moving from my position as I felt then enter the shrine. Now I took the moment of silence to turn and look at them face to face for the first time. Only three had entered. There were more to this group, I was certain, although I had not clearly seen them all. Just ... the ones called Serge and Kid were the clearest.
Serge stood before me now. Trapped in the body of the infamous Lynx. I smiled apologetically, sorry for all the pain that his eyes quickly related. He did not need to talk much, I reasoned, his emotions and thoughts seemed to be written clearly upon his features.
The two others - One was the famous Commander Norris of the Black Wind of Porre. He had been accompanying Serge since he had switched bodies with Lynx. An honorable and humble man, I admired him the first moment he appeared in my visions. The other I did not recognize. It was a small child, dressed in a reddish animal skin with curly blonde hair that went past her shoulders. Unfortunately, now was not the time for introductions.
"Welcome," I said with a slight bow. "I will lend you the Dragon Tear as promised." Odd, to be aware of what my alternate counterpart and Mistress Direa of the other world had stated.
Truth be told, my own 'abilities' - my visions and empathy - had become a great deal stronger when Mistress Direa had passed on in this world. I always thought that it was Mistress' way of helping me ... I assumed the same would occur for the 'other' Steena. Pray to the Dragon Gods that such the day does not come soon for that Mistress Direa though ...
"And I will accompany you to the Fort as well," I knew exactly their plans, and I was completly convinced of helping them. Serge
nodded and I handed him the Dragon Tear, as we all set off in a quick pace from the shrine.
"Be careful Mistress!" I heard the shrine guard call after me. It was nice to be cared for ...
We raced through Guldove, passing people with wonderous and sometimes annoyed glances. As we reached what was to be out boat, it was crowded with many more people. Everyone seemed accepting of everyone else though, which put me at ease as I squeezed in beside the small blonde girl and an older man that was bald and held a cane. If I recalled correctly, he was Radius ...
"Welcome," he said with a nod.
"Thank you kindly," I replied, and closed my eyes for a moment.
Serge, of course, steered with Norris and a mauve-haired man. I could feel the difference in aura radiating from people which came from the two seperate worlds. Being around this many people with so many conflicting emotions sent my head spinning. It was at times like this that I thought my empathic abilities a curse and I felt somewhat faint.
'Wonderful addition to the party you make, Steena' I scolded myself silently.
It was not long that we arrived that Mount Pyre, the 'gate-way,' to Fort Dragonia. As the boat was pulled ashore, Serge was deciding whom to take and whom should stay guard by our craft. He walked up to me and offered a hand, nodding, indicating I was to go. I was quite prepared and drew my sword as I nodded in reply. A middle-aged man also came along. He, too, used his weapon choice as a sword.
We seperated quickly from the remainder of the crowd, and my head cleared considerably. Serge walked first, using the blessing of the Water Dragon to calm the flames. As he did so, the middle-aged man, whom I also did not recognize, patted me upon the shoulder. I turned around to gaze at him with a titled head. "Name's Fargo, pleased to meet ya. Didn't get the chance to introduce meself before."
"Oh," I said, then smiled quickly. "I am Steena, it is a pleasure to make your aquaintance."
"Aye," he chuckled slightly. He seemed nice enough, yet something in his eyes betrayed a sadness he was unwilling to talk about.
Serge waved us on to continue our way. I few creatures from the fire challenged us now and then, yet to was nothing we could not handle. I did hate having to hurt any living creature with my blade though. Every slash I took, it tore me apart ten times more inside.
Finally, we reached the inside of Fort Dragonia. Serge, at first, ran past the front momument. "Serge!" I called, as he turned around, still holding Guldove's treasure. "Place the Dragon Tear here, and the Fort will open itself up for us." Sometimes it was good to have alot of knowledge about life, I often thought. Yet other times, it took alot of joy out of it ... I wanted to experience life's 'mysteries,' like others often spoke of.
He nodded, and did as I suggested. The walls rumbled as expected, then stopped. He scooped the Dragon Tear up in his arms again and we set off to the elevating platform. As the large gates opened, a figure in black was revealed ... in Serge's body ... Lynx ...
"So, you've made it this far," Lynx said smugly. "However, it's a little too soon for you to get your original form back, Serge."
Serge set down the Dragon Tear and grasped his swallow with both hands. He growled ... A cat-like thing to do I suppose ... The look in the trapped young man's eyes had changed though. He was focused and quite intent on his mission.
In an instant, he swiped at Lynx, catching the malicious one off-guard. He deilvered some strong swipes, as the sound of pierced flesh echoed in my mind. Pain was an exceptionally large emotion for me to pick up ... And although Serge did not cry aloud when Lynx finally began to swipe back with his scythe, the screams he cried in his head reached my empathic ears. The volume was ten-fold for me inside my mind ...
It made me cry out loud. Serge had to step back for a moment and Fargo tended to some of his more-serious wounds. Then I took my own lunges at Lynx. I moved swiftly with my sword, although it did not stop him from catching my own flesh from time to time. I jumped back, breathless. I set my sword down and lifted my arms into the air, feeling a circle of breeze surround me. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, and as I opened them again, I saw Mistress Direa's spirit take her own fury out on Lynx. Then the breeze around me subsided, and the spirit smiled briefly at me before disappearing again.
'Thank you ... ' I said to her.
As I looked back at Serge, he had taken the final blow to Lynx, as those evil eyes closed and he fell to his back. Quickly though, he rose back to his feet and floated in the air.
"I may have underestimated you," he said, still trying to sound confident. "However, I still have business to attend to." And so, he disappeared.
We did not waste time to catch our breath though, as we stood upon the elevating platform and went to the top floor. The rest of the journey through the fort was quiet. No one was around. We approached the teleportation device and soon stood before the large doors of the 'Final Room.'
I turned to Serge, whom also looked at me, seeming to ask for advice. "You must proceed alone from here, Serge," I said soflty. He nodded and stepped up to the large doors. He put his free hand to them and pushed to open them, then stepped inside without looking back. The doors closed heavily.
'No regrets ... ' I told myself and nodded.
Fargo sighed loudly and sat down upon the rock ground. "Aye, the matey'll be all right," he said and nodded, as if to reassure himself.
"All we can do is wait. I am certain he will return to himself," I said softly, gazing far-off into the sky.
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Each moment seemed to take days to pass by, until those heavy doors once again opened. It was then that slowly, Serge emerged back in his own form.
"Serge!" Fargo and I both cried. He smiled slightly, as I noted he was no longer carrying the Dragon Tear. As I looked behind him and into the room, I was able to see the some of the small pieces of the precious glass. I nodded, confirming it to myself, then looked at Serge with hopeful eyes.
"Serge, you were able to reclaim yourself without being led astray," I said as he nodded, yet then his eyes clouded over. "The shattering result of the Dragon Tear does not come as I surprise to me, it is something that could not be helped. However, you also carry the fate of Another World's Dragon Tear, both the shattering result of conflicting emotions - Love and Hate. Yet still, they are the different sides of the same coin. Serge, with these two pieces you may be able to form the legendary Chrono Cross!" It was hard for me to keep my composure and hide my excitement. "Although the shrine that used to lay at Divine Dragon Falls does not exist here ... " I took a breath, "With regaining your true form, you will also gain the trust back in your previous comrades."
Serge smiled at that, and took off in a running pace, Fargo and I following as we quickly ran back to the shore of Mount Pyre.
All of the others were waiting in anticipation, and many cried out in surprise and joy as they saw Serge back to his old self. Although, the majority had never seen this form I was assuming.
"Where-are-we-going-now-Serge?" Inquired a monotonous robotic tone.
The young blue-haired boy smiled, Fargo patted his shoulder. "We be goin' to get the other maties!" He answered for our 'leader.'
We all loaded onto the crowded boat, which was going to be even less pleasant to board once we regained the confidence of everyone in the party, and set off for the main contenient. The trip passed easily, and we anchored near Arni Village. The plan was to immediately head for the other world. Everyone of us reached Opassa Beach, all standing behind Serge. He stood in a distinct spot, where the sands were different. They stirred, and radiated a glow.
He took out a pendant, dubbed the Astral Amulet and studied it for a moment. It was then that I began to grow lightheaded, and felt detatched from myself. To catch myself from fainting, I closed my eyes and tried to forget what was going on. When I opened them again, everyone around me started to depart from the beach. Were we already in the other world? It felt different ... Yet looked exactly the same.
Rather then rise the question and make myself seem the idoit, I followed suit and left the beach. There were different people we had to fetch, from all over El Nido. I would have liked to have gone to Guldove to retrieve the ones there, yet it was decided that I was to head to Termina with the young blonde girl, dressed in the skins.
As we ran through Fossil Canyon, I learned that her name was Leah, and she was from the Ancient Holy Ground. Better known as Gaea's Navel ... It intrigued me, and I wanted to ask her more, yet we had to focus on our task at hand. Her eyes also told of a great lonliness, and I did not want to push the child into much more ... We avoided the majority of creatures that thought we threatened their existence. We were to head to the local bar, and look for a man named Guile. I did not recognize that name either.
Finally, we were inside the quaint town. There seemed to be some guards around, yet they did not pay much attention to us, thank the great Gods. I hardly felt like explaining myself and I was not one to lie.
Entering the bar, Leah looked quickly around, asking all of the drunk and sober customers about a man named Guile. Some of them answered in slurs, and others were to frightened by the blade of her axe.
I took the more subtle approach. In the left corner, by theirself, someone stood, not paying much attention to anything in particular. I approached them slowly, my sword was hanging from my belt. I liked non-violent methods of questioning, as opposed to Leah.
"Pardon me ... "
They did not answer. I tapped their shoulder lightly, and cleared my throat. "Pardon me," I called, louder.
A long ponytail of lavender hair whirled around quickly, almost hitting me in the swift motion. I took in a breath quickly, I felt nothing from this person ... How deep did they hide their emotions ... ? As they fully turned around, I was greeted by the masked face of a man. He was not too old. My empathic abilities did not pick up anything from him though, which frightened me somewhat. I could not even read his eyes, they too, were hidden behind a thin layer from his mask. He was ... so ... mysterious ...
He chuckled slightly and bowed quickly. "Excuse me, I was lost in thought. How may I help you?"
I could not even read his emotions by his voice! Great Gods how he kept himself hidden ... He was like ... One of those mysteries of life I was always deprived of ... And here I was, stuttering to try and get some words out. I was certain I was blushing profusely ... No one had ever asked me that ... How sad my life was, I realized at that moment ...
"You-um Guile?" Leah ran up quickly and looked up at him.
"Yes, whom is asking?" He tilted his head. I was still dumbfounded on what he was thinking. It was so odd for me!
"Serge. He want-um you to come-um with us," Leah stated and took his wrist, dragging him out.
"What? Serge is back? Out of the form of Lynx?"
"Yes-um," Leah continued to drag him, although he was not complying nor refusing to come along. "No more talk-um, come-um with us."
She dragged him out of the bar, yet I was still stuck in the place I had stopped moving. My heart was racing ... why? What is this feeling? Why is my breath catching?
There was only one answer I could think of. My lips parted for an instant ...
"Guile ... " I whispered, then I finally moved from my spot, rushing to exit the building ...