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The small elf like creature knew that his leader would be angry with him... but he had to tell him what had happened. Entering the room he spoke up, "S-sir?"

"What is it?" Spoke a sinister voice.

"Well... it seems that... well..." The minion stuttered.

"Spit it out!" The sinister voice seemed to come from all sides of the dark room. The elf creature shook in fear.

"Due to circumstances that were out of our control, the dragons were all killed!"

"I told you not to come back unless you had good news!" The sound of a sword being pulled from its sheathe caused the creature to yelp in fear.

"I'm terribly sorry, sir!" The creature squeaked, "It will never happen again! I just thought you should kn-" He was suddenly cut off short as blood gurgled up from his throat. He looked down as his vision went red and then black. All he saw was a blade cut through his small, weak body…

"What a fool. It seems I am surrounded by such incompetence. I hope the help you have promised is not as utterly worthless." The sinister voice said to another who happened to be present in the shadowed room.

"The foolish Dalton and Ozzy are worthless... But Flea, Slash and Azala should prove to be quite useful." A more feminine, but perhaps even more menacing voice replied.

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"Okay... so we're going to meet this guy..." Serge asked, still unsure about the whole ordeal. It just seemed… strange that this group would come from nowhere, claiming to be allies, and know so much.

"Gaspar." Lucca corrected.

"Right..." Serge was clueless.

"Well... there is something else we gotta tell you." Marle added in, she flicked a curl of blond hair-one that had escaped the bonds of her ponytail-away from her face, "Though you probably won't believe it."

"What is it?" The blue-haired teenager pressed.

Lucca cleared her throat and began to explain, everyone listening, "You don't belong here, Serge. You are an anomaly in this dimension. Technically, you died eleven years ago, and you should still be dead, except when Schala fixed the dimensions she decided to spare you. " She took in a breath and said the rest pretty quickly, "Unfortunately, by doing this she also caused a tear in the fabric of time." She paused to let it all sink in. "This caused not only you to exist again, but your dark equal as well. Several other small details from the other dimensions have also been recreated through the tear."

Silence reigned in the group. Crono's group had heard all this before, but fell quiet to allow the others to react. And react they did.

"What!?" Serge exclaimed, along with a few others, "What the heck are you talking about!? I didn't even understand half of what you said!"

There was a grunt from the scantily clad cave woman, "Serge dead. But still alive." She pointed at him and did a little motion with her arms to represent something large, "It make big problem."

"Well, yeah, that's about the gist of it." Lucca agreed.

"Wait a second here..." Serge cocked an eyebrow, "I'm dead, but some chick named Schala kept me alive after fixing something about dimensions?"

There was a growl from a shadowy corner as a tall caped man stepped forward, his long bluish-white hair blowing gently, "Fool. You will not refer to my sister as 'chick'. You shall call her Lady Schala. After all, she is the princess of the grand kingdom of Zeal. And she is more powerful than you could ever imagine." His eyes fixed on Serge, "You will show her respect."

Serge backed off a bit; that's when Glenn stepped forward.

"Okay, you're saying Serge was part of some strange event that involved these other dimensions?"

The group's leader, the fiery red head, Crono, stepped forward, "Not just him. All of you and some of your counterparts helped as well."

Lucca spoke up, "And you Serge, were and still are, the new Chrono Trigger!"

"Like, wait a second here, people!" The child diva spoke up, "I'm sorry, but, it's, like, a little hard to believe this. I'm mean, come on now, don't you think we'd remember at least some of this?"

Frog shook his head, "Actually, no. Madame Schala hath erased your memories of all adventures thee took part in.

There was a bit of silence, then the cave woman spoke up again, "But we make people remember! We pound. Me not know how... But it make you know... and good fun!" She began to bounce around a bit, a gleam in her eye.

"What?" Serge slowly backed away from the apparently crazed maniac. The rest of her group approached him.

"Serge." Crono stated, almost unnaturally serious, "There is only one way we can make you remember..." He slowly unsheathed his brilliantly colored rainbow shell katana, aptly the Rainbow.

Magus held out his arm, his Doom Sickle appearing out of thin air, a cruel smile coming slightly to the corner of his lips, "Through force."

Marle smiled cheerfully, the complete opposite of Magus, "We're not gonna go easy on you!" She armed her crossbow, the Valkyrie.

"Verily, shall we commence?" Frog pulled out a large silver blade. Old as it looked it still seemed extremely powerful. It was the legendary Masamune.

Though it kind of scared him, Serge didn't object. He had this odd feeling, a feeling deep down in his gut that they were right. Oddly enough, the others in his group all stood by him, the same feeling telling them to fight. And… it felt strangely familiar to them. Something like déjà vu.

Guile looked to Serge, "You will not be alone my friend; I shall fight as well." He said eloquently, his staff floating in front of him supernaturally. Voices of agreement were spoken from his other companions and Serge's heart swelled. This was the way it was supposed to be, he told himself. Although, he still didn't know why.

"Okay, then," Crono grinned, tilting his sword slightly, catching a brilliant glare of light from the sun. "The cast is all set... Lets go." He was eager; that was for sure. After all, this would possibly be his toughest battle ever. They had both defeated a form of Lavos and he wasn't able to tell which one was more powerful. But, maybe, this battle would tell… and that notion sent shivers of both fear and excitement down Crono's spine…

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"Well, well, well, look what we have here... My son and his friends-if that's what I should call them-are going to fight the new Chrono Trigger! It seems that fool Crono is trying to jar his memory." The sinister feminine voice hissed.

"Well then, we'll have to put a stop to that. I suppose this would be an excellent way to see just how good Slash's team is." The male voice replied, as he turned to give an order to one of his subordinates. Watching them scurry off, he gave a throaty growl, "We shall kill him before he remembers." In the darkness of the room, his golden cat-like eyes flash with bloodlust.

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Crono let out a fierce battle cry. He swung his blade down with almost inhuman speed towards his foe. Serge let out a slight yelp and he jumped back, away from the deadly edge that had suddenly come to greet him; he then countered with a quick horizontal slice of his unique swallow.

It caught only the rainbow-shelled blade, sending of an array of brightly colored sparks, and a deafening clang. He wouldn't give up so easily, spinning his blade around he attacked with a well-placed upward slice from the lower blade of his weapon.

Crono smirked as he lowered his katana, and used one sturdy hand to catch the pole of the swallow, and within the blink of an eye he delivered a strong kick to his blue-haired opposite's chest.

Serge was knocked breathless, the sudden loss of air making him trip backwards and drop his weapon. Quickly regaining his composure, he rolled to the side and grabbed his Swallow before the original Crono Trigger could cleave his arm cleanly off. He jumped up to his feet, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of his face.

How can he be so strong? Serge wondered inaudibly.

The sound of battle could be heard from all directions, along with the sound of various voices speaking to one another in between clangs, cries of surprise, and bangs from the gun that Lucca held.

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"If thou art truly a swordsman of high caliber, then I shall be honored to say that this fight shall be amusing; though there shan't be any possibility that thy sword may best the might of mine own Masamune." Frog boasted, holding the legendary blade to catch the bright rays of the sun.

"The… The Masamune? I thought it was only a legend..." Glenn whispered to himself, shaking slightly. But then he smirked and looked at the frog directly in the eyes, holding up his own blade. "You have yet to cross steel with the Einlanzer!" Glenn replied strongly, preparing his stance.

"Than prepare thyself!" Frog leapt like only his name could imply, straight at the young swordsman, his sword raised high above his head. Quickly he brought it down, a massive force of power placed behind the mystical sword.

Glenn swung his sword up, clashing his blade against the Masamune. The force of the blow, caused his arms to shake furiously, but he effectively blocked it. The dragoon parried, spinning left and around Frog, swinging with a horizontal slash at his back.

Frog leapt up, dodging the slash, and landed facing Glenn. He swung once more, but was blocked by the Einlanzer. They both jumped back and Frog was suddenly struck with the idea that maybe… just maybe this was a battle of equal opponents.

"Not bad..." Glenn admitted, preparing another attack.

Glenn lifted his sword above his head and its blade glowed a dark green with black border. With a war cry, he began to bring the sword down, but suddenly something struck him, causing him to lose his concentration. It wrapped around his body and Glenn saw the object… It was Frog's tongue. Frog retracted his tongue from Glenn's waist and Glenn was sent spinning and then falling to the ground.

"What kind of cheap attack is that?" Glenn asked in rage and confusion. He leapt to his feet and glared at Frog.

"Mine froggy muscles may not have the strength of that of a man, but there doth be some advantages that I may partake of." Glenn wasn't sure, but he thought the creature might have actually been smiling.

Glenn readied his blade again. He was careful to move it to the exact same position it had been in the prior attack before his interruption. The dragoon knew that if Frog were half the swordsman he seemed to be, he would expect an attempt at trickery. He would expect that Glenn would fake one move and try another instead. That's why Glenn wasn't going to fake this time.

Frog was hit by the brunt of the attack, throwing him back against the wall. He quickly rebounded with a jump that no human could have made and brought his sword swiftly towards Glenn. The shield on Glenn's arm protected him, but just barely. The sword left a sizable crack in it.

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"Honestly, Guile, what makes you think that you can even stand a chance against me?" Magus taunted, running a finger down the blade of his deadly scythe.

"There is always hope, Janus, always hope." Guile replied, making an elegant gesture with his hand, and causing a thin wand to materialize out of the thin air around him.

Magus smirked as he quickly brought his scythe up in an arc motion, the whooshing sound in air quite evident. He then brought it down even faster, swinging down then up in another, cleaner arc like motion. Upon contact with the ground the weapon generated a flowing line of energy to run across the ground, heading strait for the dark magician.

Guile dodged right, and then formed a fireball in his hand with a red element, casting it in Magus's own direction.

It was suddenly stopped by a large waterspout erupting from the ground, then Magus focused it into a solid block of ice and sent it spiraling at his foe.

Rather than dodging, Guile threw his wand straight at it, causing it to shatter into millions of tiny pieces. He then retaliated by holding up an Aeroblast element, and willing it in Magus's direction. The attack made contact, and the prince of Zeal was sent back several feet, but very much unharmed.

"Come on, Guile, use some real magic." Magus taunted with a cruel laugh. Guile smiled himself. As much as Magus knew about him, he truly knew nothing of the Guile's potential.

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Grobyc ducked underneath Robo's flying fist and returned fire with a Rocket Punch of his own.

No taunts were exchanged this battle. Neither of the two opponents would have reacted to them anyway.

As Grobyc's hand began to return to the attachment on his wrist, Robo charged at him hitting him square in the chest with a huge tackle.

Grobyc initiated a Gravitone element and Robo felt the force press against him. Quickly his system reset itself to compensate for the force. He threw an area bomb towards Grobyc. The blast barely reached and Grobyc leapt out of the way.

The laser fibers implanted in his hair charged and released a blast of dark electric energy. Robo countered with his own dark lasers canceling out the attack. He then released his arm again as an Uzi punch slamming repeatedly into Grobyc's chest and face.

Grobyc fell to the ground for a brief moment. He used Nostrum on himself. When his systems kicked back into full capabilities, he detached his own arm and swung it like a club at the bulkier Robo.

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Marle jumped out of the way of a strong ice blast element, aiming and firing off her crossbow at her own opponent.

Leena pulled her frying pan up in defense. A loud clang rang through the air, signifying that the arrow had been blocked. She quickly lowered the cooking utensil, and was surprised to find the blond-haired tomboy nowhere in sight. She suddenly let out a cry, as she was jarred from behind, suddenly hit by a strong kick.

"What the-" Leena quickly turned around to find Marle standing where she was only seconds before.

"You have got to do better than that, little girl." The princess joked, as her body starting to glow with a light blue energy, her voice then coming out as a whisper, "Ice 2!" She threw her hands forward and the blue energy that had been surrounding her earlier formed huge chunks of ice, and they were sent cascading towards the red head.

Staying calm, Leena quickly used a Flame Pillar element to melt the ice, and then charged straight through it at Marle, hitting her in the side of the face with her frying pan.

"Hey, that hurt!" Marle said angrily, delivering a strong punch to her opponent's nose.

"Ok, that's it!" Leena cried as she tackled the tomboy.

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Each of the fighters was locked in pretty even battle, but the fight between the two Chrono Triggers was like nothing any of them had ever seen. They fought with such speed and determination and brilliant power hidden behind their blows, it became almost hard to make out what they were doing.

The others became less and less focused upon their own battles, and more fixated on the match between Chrono Triggers. The two were at an amazing stalemate; when one attacked, the other parried and countered. They kept this rhythm up for what seemed like countless hours, each swing and yell drawing out more and more strength from the two fighters.

Crono was growing increasingly more eager with each blow and swing, his heavy breathing and salty sweat evidence enough that it was a tough fight. His excitement was skyrocketing, it was the first time in a long time he had ever fought someone equal to him. Serge was his match, and this was the most amazing fight Crono had ever had.

The original Chrono Trigger parried another blow, and then grinned, "Come on, Serge, Pick it up a notch!" He did a back flip, landing on a pile of rubble. He spied a jagged pole lying on the ground, grinned again, and charged straight at Serge. He spun, slicing with his katana, and when that was parried, he quickly delivered a stab with the pole.

Serge saw it coming and ducked under the pole, then dodged to the side as Crono swung again with his blade. He gained some distance, when another strange idea stuck him. Quickly, he put it to use and charged up all his strength. The young teenager then threw it all forward, rushing at his opponent with a powerful Dash and Slash.

He remembered another technique... Good, it's starting to come back to him. Crono said inwardly before throwing the pole towards Serge's legs. The pole caused him to trip and go flying through the air, and Crono delivered a powerful bolt of lightning to Serge's airborne body.

Serge cursed and dropped quickly to the ground, but he was back on his feet again quickly. Pain shot through his entire body as he did so. Burns ran down the side of his face, his arms, and legs. Anger welling up inside him, he began to glow with a soft light. He shook with unhindered power and suddenly his feet slowly lifted off the ground. He should have been confused-scared. But he wasn't. It felt so… right. The word came to him and he whispered it to himself at first before yelling it. "Luminaire!" Serge continued to float up into the air, the light growing brighter.

Crono grinned at the sight. "It's only a matter of time…" He whispered to himself. He then motioned for all the companions to get back. "Luminaire!" He followed Serge's example and floated off the ground, shining as well. He floated up to Serge's height. Their eyes locked.

The two stared at each other for a long time, their eyes silently revealing every emotion rippling through them at the time. For Crono it was excitement and slight apprehension. For Serge it was anger and fear. But for both, it was confidence. "Luminaire!" They both screamed a second time before the white, silvery light surrounding them exploded outward in a sphere that extended in all directions.

The light-the magical energy-ripped through anything it touched. Trees, rock, dirt-it was all obliterated by this attack. The two teams tried to escape before it happened. They turned tail and ran, forgetting about their personal battles. But it was far too late. For at that moment, the two spheres of pure energy touched. And the resulting flash of light was enough to blind someone. And the explosion powerful enough to destroy Lavos…

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"Stupid, boys!" Kidd said somewhat angrily. "Always gotta finish with some kinda battle!" She paused and laughed despite herself. "What are ya talking about, mate!? You're the same way!" She laughed heartily and grabbed a piece of jewelry-the beautiful pendant hanging off her neck-as it began glowing. With a flash of magical light, she was gone.

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A groan was emitted from a small crater. Nikki slowly climbed out of it and collapsed on the ground. "I feel like I just fell off a building …" He said hoarsely. He looked up at a sound and his eyes widened.

Both Crono Triggers stood a bit apart, leaning on their weapons in exhaustion. Blood caked them both from their various wounds. Their normally mutually wild hair was soaked with sweat and hung down over their faces. Serge's red bandana had fallen off sometime during the battle. Crono coughed a bit and then spat a little blood onto the charred dirt. "Yep…" He whispered. "Definitely the new Chrono Trigger." He smirked slightly.

"I'll kick your arse so hard you'll kiss the moons!" Serge's head pounded with every word and his knees buckled slightly. "Now, let love bleed! Darker and deeper than the seas of hell!" He grabbed his head and resisted the urge to rip out his hair as his head pounded even harder. "Will I... Will I ever see you again?" The voices-and memories that came with them-infiltrated Serge's mind. The pounding was now a constant, sharp pain. "This must be the power of Serge's love. Hoh-hoh-hoh!" He felt himself grow faint. "I don't know how to break this to you, but… Lynx was actually your father, Wazuki!" Blackness overtook him and he collapsed, but not before one more memory came to him… "I'll find ya... Sometime... somewhere... I'm bloody sure of it! No matter the time period, no matter the world ya live in, I'll find ya! I'm sure... I am sure I will..."

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"Gee Crono, If you didn't make him remember, you sure as heck probably knocked all the rest out of him." A girl stated, "I swear if he's got amnesia after that, I'll kick your arse so hard you'll kiss the moons!"

Serge's eyes fluttered open and they focused on a blonde-haired woman standing beside Crono. As he became more aware of his surroundings, he realized that all the characters-the ones from his own team and the ones from Crono's team-plus the girl. He was lying on the burnt dirt ground, but his wounds had been healed.

His eyes focused on the girl once more. She was wearing a bright white dress, her flowing blond hair tied back into one long braid, ending with a red ribbon. Her bright blue eyes shone with passion and excitement as she looked at him.

"Hey mate, remember me?" She asked with a smile. Suddenly, he knew who she was. The voice, the face, the body… Yes, there had been some things changed, such as she looked a couple years older and her dressing had drastically changed, but it was undoubtedly her.

Memories-more memories than before-flooded his mind as the pieces to the puzzle fell into place. "Kid..." He whispered quietly as tears began to form at his eyes.

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"Serge!" The blue-haired teenager stopped cold and turned around, looking at the child that was running up coolly. "Mama said you was goin' away for a while! Radius and Leena too!" Serge scowled slightly, but if the child noticed, he didn't say anything.

Serge knelt down beside the child, "Well, perhaps I've forgotten something. Something I had to return for." His voice sounded sincere, but a wicked smile crossed his face. "Tell you what, let's play a little game. Just you and me. First, I'll ask some questions and then you tell me the answers if you know them. Sound fun?" The smile was still on his face.

The child looked at him in curiosity. "What do I get if I win?"

"It's a surprise." Serge answered with a mischievous sounding voice. I may just let you live! He thought to himself. The child thought about it for a moment and then nodded enthusiastically.

"Serge!" The child answered. He giggled with glee. "That was an easy question!"

"Yes, some of them will be easy. Some of them won't!" Serge's grin widened. "Who is the elder of this town?"

"Elder Radius."

"All right. Who is Lynx?"

The child bit his lip. "I don't know…" He seems saddened by the 'wrong' answer.

Serge smiled and nodded. "Trick question." The child looked back up at him and smiled in turn. "Who is Kid?" The older teenager now asked.

"There are a lot of kids in this town! Do you want me to name them all?" The youngster asked incredulously.

"No. That's the answer I'm looking for. Where did I say I was going?"

"You said you were going to Te… Term… Terni…" The child struggled with the word, but Serge held up a hand to silence him.

"That's all I needed to know."

"Did I win?" The child asked eagerly.

Serge smirked. "Yes, you won. But you will get your prize later. You wouldn't want to make all the other kids jealous, would you?"

"Okay then…" Serge turned to walk away. "Um, Serge…? You might wanna lie down or somethin'… you look sick." Serge didn't stop, but, instead, the dark teenager kept walking until he was out of the village and sight.

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Guile stood far away from the crowd, his cloak waving in the wind and his arms crossed across his chest. His staff was floating in midair in front of him. He watched the rest of the group mingle as explanations were given and stories were told. This was old news to him, the past. It was all the same as the present for him. The only difference was the clothes he wore and the place he stood.

The masked magician spotted various pairs of eyes watching him, all familiar. And he smiled slightly as a memory flooded his mind. A memory of being the same as them, watching with curious eyes another mysterious figure. But now he was the figure and they were the curious ones.

He absent-mindedly reached up and touched his mask of silk. He was so used to it now he rarely even mentally acknowledged its presence. It was part of him now. It was what made him Guile the Magician. It was what made him that very mysterious figure.

With a frown, his thoughts turned back to the present situation. The dragon battle had gone on just as he had expected it to. As did the ensuing battle between the Triggers, and now they were sitting by the fireside and chatting. Guile could recall every word.

The mysterious wizard was standing off to the side… He said inwardly. And soon he would…

"I don't trust you. I never did." Magus said as he approached the masked magician.

"You have no reason to, despite our past history." Guile replied monotonously. Magus scowled and walked a little bit away but still watched him warily.

The wizard is to be challenged by the almighty Magus. He sighed. And five days later, the group of friends is to die…And so history begins again… He took a shaky breath and fought his conflicting emotions. Memories-horrible memories-flooded his mind. He fought the urge to scream and put on a mask of indifference. He pushed his thoughts on the matter as far away as possible and floated towards the group.

"…Dragons should have attacked now." Guile overheard Lucca say as he got closer. "I think it's safe to assume that they somehow were brought here to kill us." She paused and went on to say, "All of us."

"So, we just have to figure out who the jerk is that wants us all down and out." Nikki said with an arrogant grin. He brushed his unruly hair away from his face and finished with, "Rockin'."

"Simple then. We make a list of all those who would wish to do us harm and track them down one by one." Karsh said with a grunt.

Marle looked stiffly at Magus and then at Serge and Crono. "Ya know… it just might be easier to make a list of who doesn't want one or all of us dead."

"Well then… crap." Karsh said with a loud, exaggerated sigh.

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