First I must give a disclaimer, folks. Chrono Trigger is property of
Nintendo. All its characters and related figures are also Nintendo-owned,
including Magus and Schala. There are also several characters and concepts
that are my property. Unless given permission, you may not use or steal
Cole, the Time Entity, the Omni, the Galaxy Theory, Dimension Gates, or
Riftwaves for your own purposes. Any and all content related to these
things are also mine. This story is related PG for some intense sections
and themes as well as occasional foul language or referencing to foul
language. On a story-based addition, while the primary focus is around the
story of Magus and Schala, Chrono Trigger characters, a good deal of it
takes place in the setting of Final Fantasy IV. This does not make it Final
Fantasy IV writing, though. In addition, the nearer I get to the end, the
more the story begins to focus on Cole and his purpose. It is in the Chrono
Trigger category because it predominantly revolves around the story of two
Chrono Trigger characters, but do not expect this to remain in the main
Chrono Trigger setting or theme.
Enjoy, folks!
PROLOGUE
Once, a long, long, time ago, when the galaxy began and all the universes were created (for unlike what Earth-dwelling humans believe, they live in a universe called the Milky Way that is part of a grand galaxy), there was a juvenile lady named Pandora. She was given a very secure box and forbidden to open it. However, inevitably, she did. She unleashed all the evil that exists now, in our hearts and in our minds, but she also left something untainted in the wake of her insurrection: hope.
Hope has split often and taken many forms, but the predominant concern of this tale is an offspring of hope known simply as Cole. With unlimited godly powers, Cole watches over many universes that are part of a region of the galaxy known as "Squaresoft." However, Cole is somewhat of a newborn as far as the other Omnipotent Ones are concerned. Therefore, before Cole can be left to fly solo, he must undergo trial and tribulation...
...It has been said that sorrow is a fate worse than death. Wallowing in its eternal trap of torment and anguish is the most efficient method of annihilating one's soul. Magus of Zeal on the planet labeled "Earth of Chrono Trigger" once contemplated this prospect as he stood resolutely motionless, his mournful gaze riveted upon the horizon in pursuit for his beloved sibling, Schala...
As Magus settled his feet, inadvertently grinding his heavy boots into the immobile stone cape, the remnants of life on the forsaken surface of the cliff seemed to diminish the longer he remained there. The disheveled growth of moss and foreign weed was bizzarely foreboding to him, the magnificent sorcerer of the shadows. Sunbeams fell in successive waves, stealing the fiery fervor and luminescence of the gaseous entity away into the opaque night. A fatally sharp slice to his marrow and the familiar billowing of his majestic cloak advised him of the approaching gusts. His head drooped even further, his silvery periwinkle hair flowing in strands down with it.
He didn't have the pertness to shake his head as he sighed, "Alas, dear sister, I have lost you again." The keen toes of his boots poked beneath a particular patch of slime before he launched it aloft with a flick of his ankle, catching it solemnly in the palm of his right gauntlet. His fist tightened around the bundle, until his muscles quaked and he could clench no more. He apathetically flung the moss into the sea below; he was tormenting his mentality the more he remained still in lamentation. He enclosed himself suddenly in his cloak, as if embracing himself for comfort. His lips barely moved as he muttered to himself, "I will not give up. I will seek you out until the end of time stops my beating heart!" His voice escalated in crescendo until it trailed away into the humid oceanic air. "It's no use," he realized, and as he was beginning to turn and abandon his wishes, something else quite familiar to him seized his attention all too swiftly.
Magus caught the sound of a raucous voice on the wind calling his own name. "Magus!" The mage whirled around in a blazing tornado. Upon recognition of his caller, he had no other speech to discharge besides, "What the h-"
CHAPTER ONE: DIMENSION GATES AND RIFTWAVES
As Magus attended to his own intruder, the subject of his sorrow was in fact materializing precisely where he had proclaimed his hunt would end to interrupt another's nap...
The snores of Gaspar, the Guru of Time, were anything but unobtrusive to the platform he stood on as he rested intensely, his bowler dipping over his eyes snuggly, his spine curling smoothly for the greater part against the lamppost in the middle of the square stone structure, and his hands resting cupped around each other on his faithful cane. Not even the gate portal slowly expanding directly over him interrupted his respite. However, he jolted at the dull thud that ensued, drowsily unlocking his eyelids from an extended overdue dose of sleep. He had no faith in what he perceived next.
Before him hunched a slim figure. An eloquent gown shrouded the form, yet the aging Guru recognized even the attire. The material glistened in the ginger illumination from the lamppost poised above Gaspar's head, giving the lavender fabric a heavenly aura-which was ironic, considering this woman just made such an entrance. "No," he thought. "I'm hallucinating. This is an apparition taunting my mind's eye. I must still be sleeping..." His arm's nervous response, however, demonstrated for him that he was conscious. "It just can't be. It is impossible. I felt her ebb from the time-stream-"
The woman quivered unexpectedly, interrupting Gaspar's disbelief. Straining frailly to move, she raised her head to examine her location, still oblivious of her colleague behind her. When the periwinkle strands protruding from her scalp were visible in their shining radiance, Gaspar was sure. He almost disturbed his stature when a few muffled moans of aching seeped from her lips, but he resolved to monitor her next actions a while longer.
The woman recognized this site, but a pulsation resounding inside her temples precluded remembrance of what it was. In fact, she could not retrieve any memories for a few moments of recuperation. Except for the pebble surface that she sat on, everything was... nothingness. If it were not for a dim emission of luminosity originating behind her, she was confident she would not be able to sense anything here with her eyes. Her legs trembled waywardly as she pressured them to impart an endeavor to stand up, but she managed to balance herself. Her arm moved as if through a vacuum to her forehead, caressing it tenderly to alleviate the pain as she murmured to herself:
"Where am I?"
Gaspar could not detain his vocal cords; he answered the woman's question quite out loud with a veritable point. "I would say your question should be more to the tune of when you are, Miss Schala." He avowed he would later hammer himself contesting Spekkio for that.
Schala went rigid. Her muscles seized up and her heart omitted several palpitations as her breath eluded her. She was convinced, now, of where she was and to whom that voice belonged. She didn't move to confirm her assumptions as she attempted to verify them vocally.
"Gaspar? Is that you?"
Even in the End of Time, Gaspar's time for critical decision was over, and he was granted no option away from negation of the facts. "Ehm? No, miss. I'm afraid you have the wrong person." He disconnected one hand from its post on his cane on to jerk his cap down, straining to linger unrecognized. He was not intended to intervene in exterior affairs from his position outside of time as the Guru of Time, but he would soon be reminded of Schala's ingenious diligence in achieving what she desired.
The Zealian princess smirked. She recalled this murky milieu lucidly now, and she had Gaspar ensnared in a trap. She feigned a thwarted sigh, groaning in deceitful frustration, "I guess I'll just be returning, then. There's nothing for me in this abysmal void." As she falsely fussed, she began to move closer to the cluster of shimmering spectacles she recognized as Time Gates that seized her vision to her left.
Gaspar lost power over his body, and in a spasm caused by severe trepidation, he darted quickly to impede her motion, dropping his bowler and cane and crying in alarmed panic, "No, Miss Schala! Wait! Stop!"
"Gaspar!" she exclaimed, being suddenly overcome by bawling of elation at finding a friend at the End of Time. She bounded towards him, nearly toppling his ancient body to the bitter mineral floor in her broad embrace.
Gaspar could not help but chuckle in his own ecstasy for a bit. He muttered drolly, "Miss Smart-Alec Know-It-All."
Schala gingerly forced distance between them, holding him only somewhat distantly by the shoulders as she asked playfully through her mirth, "What was that now?"
Gaspar cast his arms around her again for a moment, giving her a genial slap on the back. "Nothing, Miss Schala, nothing," he chortled. He unwillingly liberated her from his hold. "Now, how in the world did you end up here, of all places?" he questioned quite sternly.
Schala made a gesture upwards with her finger as she retorted, "I fell from up th-"
Gaspar quickly interrupted her, yanking her hand back down and shaking his head as if she was being so absentminded on purpose. "No, I mean... from when did you come?"
As Schala spoke, Gaspar moved about her and started back towards the lamppost to retrieve his cap and cane. Schala had to mull over for a moment before replying with her own somewhat muddled tale. "A Time Gate... I remember Janus using my pendant and chanting the Tongue of Shadow in the Mammon Machine room, and-oh, wait, I must start earlier." She began to pace now, furrowing her brow a bit as if trying to understand for the first time what the progression of events really had been as she conveyed it to Gaspar. "The prophet that mother so hastily trusted called me for a private conference. He was fidgeting abnormally, and then... Then he told me he was Janus! I nearly slapped him, until he took off his cloak. The resemblance was unnerving, and then he began talking about Time Gates... and something about my pendant being a key. Then I realized, despite how impossible, he was Janus-come back from his own future!
"He told me about some omen-the black wind, I think it was. He told me about something terrible that was soon to come, but... I can't remember. I began to get a splitting headache after I realized he was genuine, and... I'm sorry. I just can't remember. Maybe if I get some rest-"
Gaspar shook his head, his bowler now back in place as he resumed his orthodox position propped up by his cane. "No need to worry about that, Miss Schala. I've heard enough to understand what I needed to know. You were paradoxed, it seems-but don't worry. Just forget about it all right now. It's just nice to be able to rest assured that one of you is-"
"One of me? What do you-"
"-safe. Don't worry about it, Miss Schala! Now, I have a story to tell to you. Look closely at that Time Gate from whence you came."
Schala complied, and craned her neck upwards to examine that lustrous point in the sky-or what was equivalent to a sky, there in the End of Time. It took her a few minutes to detect what was wrong about this particular Time Gate, compared to the others she had just seen as well as the appearance of the portal in 12,000 B.C. This Time Gate emitted a silvery gleam in contrast to the regular eerie blue.
"Wha-" Schala began to inquire.
Gaspar abruptly interrupted her, knowing already what she would ask. "This is not a Time Gate. Although you entered a Time Gate, it opened something here that I have come to call a Dimension Gate. Several mishaps have deposited many people here before, and in each case they came from a mysterious silver gate that appeared over my head. Then, later, they vanished from the timeline. I could no longer detect them from here, even though it is the acme of observation."
"What does that mean? Where did they go?"
"Gates transport one from one spot on the eternal continuum to another. If they did not move up or down on the time spectrum-"
"They must have moved on the space continuum!" Schala gasped.
"Exactly," Gaspar confirmed her assumptions with a simple nod.
"Why do you not call it a Space Gate, though?"
"It's quite simple. While there are only two plains to the eternal continuum, if the gate just moved someone across space, they'd end up elsewhere in the endless vastness of this timeless state, yet it doesn't. Therefore, it must take them to another sort of existence-across a barrier in space that we cannot pass."
"A dimension?"
Gaspar concurred solemnly. "And because it is impassable, I'm afraid we can never hope to see those poor people again. Unless-no, that's not important right now."
"All right. So, then, I just have to take another Time Gate when I'm ready to leave. I remember Janus saying something about a time period in which he grew up, even though I think it's odd because he's growing up right now where I just left. A.D. 600, I think it was."
"If you feel you must go, then I bid you farewell, Miss Schala," Gaspar heaved a sigh remorsefully. He couldn't keep her absent from all time, he knew, no matter how critically he yearned for it. "Just be careful of something for me, please?"
Schala agreed courteously, "Of course, Gaspar. I would do anything for you."
"Those travelers did not disappear because they re-entered the Dimension Gate. Something else took them away. I call it a Riftwave. Once a random chance causes it to open instead of a normal Time Gate, the Dimension Gate will emit these Riftwaves for a bit until it closes and remains dormant again for a while. They are what carry people across space and between dimensions. Since the Riftwaves can carry one anywhere in space, they spread and cover the whole of the space continuum. However, because they transfer space, they would have to exist outside of time. As I am sure you have already guessed, anything that exists outside of time, like this End of Time, covers all time."
"I see," Schala half-feigned, hesitating a moment before she realized that she did understand most of Gaspar's speech. "You just want me to be careful not to be caught up in a Riftwave wherever I travel to."
"Very good," Gaspar said, delighted that someone else understood the mechanics of the space-time continuum at least a little bit. His mood quickly shifted, and he shed a silent tear in the shade of his cap. "Good bye now, Miss Schala, and be careful."
"Thank you, Gaspar," Schala said, enfolding him in her arms once more and kissing him appreciatively on the cheek. She bowed to go, then halted, and inquired one concluding question. "Gaspar, just so I know what to be careful of, what do these Riftwaves look like?"
Gaspar chuckled. "I almost forgot! Well, they look simply like-"
Before he could finish this, there was an impossibly brilliant white burst of daylight as a loud ker-thwap resonated from the Dimension Gate. It transpired too suddenly for Gaspar to wail or presage Schala. A visible distortion refracted all light and absence thereof as it flushed out promptly in a circular pattern from the gate, and the next moment, Schala was no longer standing there.
Gaspar looked up, but not at the Dimension Gate. He was looking for something supernatural that may not have even been there. He murmured a silent prayer to his own supernatural savior for his lost friend and the little girl he and the other Gurus had always thought of like they were her godfathers. "Lady Time, please guide Miss Schala, wherever she is, so that time may be fortunate to her." Little did he know how much this would be taken to an omnipotent heart.
PROLOGUE
Once, a long, long, time ago, when the galaxy began and all the universes were created (for unlike what Earth-dwelling humans believe, they live in a universe called the Milky Way that is part of a grand galaxy), there was a juvenile lady named Pandora. She was given a very secure box and forbidden to open it. However, inevitably, she did. She unleashed all the evil that exists now, in our hearts and in our minds, but she also left something untainted in the wake of her insurrection: hope.
Hope has split often and taken many forms, but the predominant concern of this tale is an offspring of hope known simply as Cole. With unlimited godly powers, Cole watches over many universes that are part of a region of the galaxy known as "Squaresoft." However, Cole is somewhat of a newborn as far as the other Omnipotent Ones are concerned. Therefore, before Cole can be left to fly solo, he must undergo trial and tribulation...
...It has been said that sorrow is a fate worse than death. Wallowing in its eternal trap of torment and anguish is the most efficient method of annihilating one's soul. Magus of Zeal on the planet labeled "Earth of Chrono Trigger" once contemplated this prospect as he stood resolutely motionless, his mournful gaze riveted upon the horizon in pursuit for his beloved sibling, Schala...
As Magus settled his feet, inadvertently grinding his heavy boots into the immobile stone cape, the remnants of life on the forsaken surface of the cliff seemed to diminish the longer he remained there. The disheveled growth of moss and foreign weed was bizzarely foreboding to him, the magnificent sorcerer of the shadows. Sunbeams fell in successive waves, stealing the fiery fervor and luminescence of the gaseous entity away into the opaque night. A fatally sharp slice to his marrow and the familiar billowing of his majestic cloak advised him of the approaching gusts. His head drooped even further, his silvery periwinkle hair flowing in strands down with it.
He didn't have the pertness to shake his head as he sighed, "Alas, dear sister, I have lost you again." The keen toes of his boots poked beneath a particular patch of slime before he launched it aloft with a flick of his ankle, catching it solemnly in the palm of his right gauntlet. His fist tightened around the bundle, until his muscles quaked and he could clench no more. He apathetically flung the moss into the sea below; he was tormenting his mentality the more he remained still in lamentation. He enclosed himself suddenly in his cloak, as if embracing himself for comfort. His lips barely moved as he muttered to himself, "I will not give up. I will seek you out until the end of time stops my beating heart!" His voice escalated in crescendo until it trailed away into the humid oceanic air. "It's no use," he realized, and as he was beginning to turn and abandon his wishes, something else quite familiar to him seized his attention all too swiftly.
Magus caught the sound of a raucous voice on the wind calling his own name. "Magus!" The mage whirled around in a blazing tornado. Upon recognition of his caller, he had no other speech to discharge besides, "What the h-"
CHAPTER ONE: DIMENSION GATES AND RIFTWAVES
As Magus attended to his own intruder, the subject of his sorrow was in fact materializing precisely where he had proclaimed his hunt would end to interrupt another's nap...
The snores of Gaspar, the Guru of Time, were anything but unobtrusive to the platform he stood on as he rested intensely, his bowler dipping over his eyes snuggly, his spine curling smoothly for the greater part against the lamppost in the middle of the square stone structure, and his hands resting cupped around each other on his faithful cane. Not even the gate portal slowly expanding directly over him interrupted his respite. However, he jolted at the dull thud that ensued, drowsily unlocking his eyelids from an extended overdue dose of sleep. He had no faith in what he perceived next.
Before him hunched a slim figure. An eloquent gown shrouded the form, yet the aging Guru recognized even the attire. The material glistened in the ginger illumination from the lamppost poised above Gaspar's head, giving the lavender fabric a heavenly aura-which was ironic, considering this woman just made such an entrance. "No," he thought. "I'm hallucinating. This is an apparition taunting my mind's eye. I must still be sleeping..." His arm's nervous response, however, demonstrated for him that he was conscious. "It just can't be. It is impossible. I felt her ebb from the time-stream-"
The woman quivered unexpectedly, interrupting Gaspar's disbelief. Straining frailly to move, she raised her head to examine her location, still oblivious of her colleague behind her. When the periwinkle strands protruding from her scalp were visible in their shining radiance, Gaspar was sure. He almost disturbed his stature when a few muffled moans of aching seeped from her lips, but he resolved to monitor her next actions a while longer.
The woman recognized this site, but a pulsation resounding inside her temples precluded remembrance of what it was. In fact, she could not retrieve any memories for a few moments of recuperation. Except for the pebble surface that she sat on, everything was... nothingness. If it were not for a dim emission of luminosity originating behind her, she was confident she would not be able to sense anything here with her eyes. Her legs trembled waywardly as she pressured them to impart an endeavor to stand up, but she managed to balance herself. Her arm moved as if through a vacuum to her forehead, caressing it tenderly to alleviate the pain as she murmured to herself:
"Where am I?"
Gaspar could not detain his vocal cords; he answered the woman's question quite out loud with a veritable point. "I would say your question should be more to the tune of when you are, Miss Schala." He avowed he would later hammer himself contesting Spekkio for that.
Schala went rigid. Her muscles seized up and her heart omitted several palpitations as her breath eluded her. She was convinced, now, of where she was and to whom that voice belonged. She didn't move to confirm her assumptions as she attempted to verify them vocally.
"Gaspar? Is that you?"
Even in the End of Time, Gaspar's time for critical decision was over, and he was granted no option away from negation of the facts. "Ehm? No, miss. I'm afraid you have the wrong person." He disconnected one hand from its post on his cane on to jerk his cap down, straining to linger unrecognized. He was not intended to intervene in exterior affairs from his position outside of time as the Guru of Time, but he would soon be reminded of Schala's ingenious diligence in achieving what she desired.
The Zealian princess smirked. She recalled this murky milieu lucidly now, and she had Gaspar ensnared in a trap. She feigned a thwarted sigh, groaning in deceitful frustration, "I guess I'll just be returning, then. There's nothing for me in this abysmal void." As she falsely fussed, she began to move closer to the cluster of shimmering spectacles she recognized as Time Gates that seized her vision to her left.
Gaspar lost power over his body, and in a spasm caused by severe trepidation, he darted quickly to impede her motion, dropping his bowler and cane and crying in alarmed panic, "No, Miss Schala! Wait! Stop!"
"Gaspar!" she exclaimed, being suddenly overcome by bawling of elation at finding a friend at the End of Time. She bounded towards him, nearly toppling his ancient body to the bitter mineral floor in her broad embrace.
Gaspar could not help but chuckle in his own ecstasy for a bit. He muttered drolly, "Miss Smart-Alec Know-It-All."
Schala gingerly forced distance between them, holding him only somewhat distantly by the shoulders as she asked playfully through her mirth, "What was that now?"
Gaspar cast his arms around her again for a moment, giving her a genial slap on the back. "Nothing, Miss Schala, nothing," he chortled. He unwillingly liberated her from his hold. "Now, how in the world did you end up here, of all places?" he questioned quite sternly.
Schala made a gesture upwards with her finger as she retorted, "I fell from up th-"
Gaspar quickly interrupted her, yanking her hand back down and shaking his head as if she was being so absentminded on purpose. "No, I mean... from when did you come?"
As Schala spoke, Gaspar moved about her and started back towards the lamppost to retrieve his cap and cane. Schala had to mull over for a moment before replying with her own somewhat muddled tale. "A Time Gate... I remember Janus using my pendant and chanting the Tongue of Shadow in the Mammon Machine room, and-oh, wait, I must start earlier." She began to pace now, furrowing her brow a bit as if trying to understand for the first time what the progression of events really had been as she conveyed it to Gaspar. "The prophet that mother so hastily trusted called me for a private conference. He was fidgeting abnormally, and then... Then he told me he was Janus! I nearly slapped him, until he took off his cloak. The resemblance was unnerving, and then he began talking about Time Gates... and something about my pendant being a key. Then I realized, despite how impossible, he was Janus-come back from his own future!
"He told me about some omen-the black wind, I think it was. He told me about something terrible that was soon to come, but... I can't remember. I began to get a splitting headache after I realized he was genuine, and... I'm sorry. I just can't remember. Maybe if I get some rest-"
Gaspar shook his head, his bowler now back in place as he resumed his orthodox position propped up by his cane. "No need to worry about that, Miss Schala. I've heard enough to understand what I needed to know. You were paradoxed, it seems-but don't worry. Just forget about it all right now. It's just nice to be able to rest assured that one of you is-"
"One of me? What do you-"
"-safe. Don't worry about it, Miss Schala! Now, I have a story to tell to you. Look closely at that Time Gate from whence you came."
Schala complied, and craned her neck upwards to examine that lustrous point in the sky-or what was equivalent to a sky, there in the End of Time. It took her a few minutes to detect what was wrong about this particular Time Gate, compared to the others she had just seen as well as the appearance of the portal in 12,000 B.C. This Time Gate emitted a silvery gleam in contrast to the regular eerie blue.
"Wha-" Schala began to inquire.
Gaspar abruptly interrupted her, knowing already what she would ask. "This is not a Time Gate. Although you entered a Time Gate, it opened something here that I have come to call a Dimension Gate. Several mishaps have deposited many people here before, and in each case they came from a mysterious silver gate that appeared over my head. Then, later, they vanished from the timeline. I could no longer detect them from here, even though it is the acme of observation."
"What does that mean? Where did they go?"
"Gates transport one from one spot on the eternal continuum to another. If they did not move up or down on the time spectrum-"
"They must have moved on the space continuum!" Schala gasped.
"Exactly," Gaspar confirmed her assumptions with a simple nod.
"Why do you not call it a Space Gate, though?"
"It's quite simple. While there are only two plains to the eternal continuum, if the gate just moved someone across space, they'd end up elsewhere in the endless vastness of this timeless state, yet it doesn't. Therefore, it must take them to another sort of existence-across a barrier in space that we cannot pass."
"A dimension?"
Gaspar concurred solemnly. "And because it is impassable, I'm afraid we can never hope to see those poor people again. Unless-no, that's not important right now."
"All right. So, then, I just have to take another Time Gate when I'm ready to leave. I remember Janus saying something about a time period in which he grew up, even though I think it's odd because he's growing up right now where I just left. A.D. 600, I think it was."
"If you feel you must go, then I bid you farewell, Miss Schala," Gaspar heaved a sigh remorsefully. He couldn't keep her absent from all time, he knew, no matter how critically he yearned for it. "Just be careful of something for me, please?"
Schala agreed courteously, "Of course, Gaspar. I would do anything for you."
"Those travelers did not disappear because they re-entered the Dimension Gate. Something else took them away. I call it a Riftwave. Once a random chance causes it to open instead of a normal Time Gate, the Dimension Gate will emit these Riftwaves for a bit until it closes and remains dormant again for a while. They are what carry people across space and between dimensions. Since the Riftwaves can carry one anywhere in space, they spread and cover the whole of the space continuum. However, because they transfer space, they would have to exist outside of time. As I am sure you have already guessed, anything that exists outside of time, like this End of Time, covers all time."
"I see," Schala half-feigned, hesitating a moment before she realized that she did understand most of Gaspar's speech. "You just want me to be careful not to be caught up in a Riftwave wherever I travel to."
"Very good," Gaspar said, delighted that someone else understood the mechanics of the space-time continuum at least a little bit. His mood quickly shifted, and he shed a silent tear in the shade of his cap. "Good bye now, Miss Schala, and be careful."
"Thank you, Gaspar," Schala said, enfolding him in her arms once more and kissing him appreciatively on the cheek. She bowed to go, then halted, and inquired one concluding question. "Gaspar, just so I know what to be careful of, what do these Riftwaves look like?"
Gaspar chuckled. "I almost forgot! Well, they look simply like-"
Before he could finish this, there was an impossibly brilliant white burst of daylight as a loud ker-thwap resonated from the Dimension Gate. It transpired too suddenly for Gaspar to wail or presage Schala. A visible distortion refracted all light and absence thereof as it flushed out promptly in a circular pattern from the gate, and the next moment, Schala was no longer standing there.
Gaspar looked up, but not at the Dimension Gate. He was looking for something supernatural that may not have even been there. He murmured a silent prayer to his own supernatural savior for his lost friend and the little girl he and the other Gurus had always thought of like they were her godfathers. "Lady Time, please guide Miss Schala, wherever she is, so that time may be fortunate to her." Little did he know how much this would be taken to an omnipotent heart.