Disclaimer: I do not owe Threads of Fate or Chrono Cross. Only the world, Cytherea and my characters. Enjoy the crossover
Prologue
A Weaving Battle
"Hey! What the hell are you waiting for, you (expletive)!? We got a relic to find!"
"Oi, if you don't move your asre, I'll kick it so hard that you'll kiss the moons!"
"Uh, we only have one moon in this world..."
"...DAMMIT! HURRY UP IN THERE OR ESLE!"
"I'm coming! Sheez! They're far worse together than Mint alone," a girl with cerulean hair responded to the shouts of the two girls that came from outside once the voice of a kind-hearted boy exclaimed the statement. She pushed herself off her bedroom chair and strolled to the door. "Come on, Green."
"Qwee!" a blob squealed and jumped off the bed, following after its master. They exited out of the clean bedroom and walked out of a tree-house that she called home, where outside waited her old friends and new friends. They were to embark on a journey.
However, to the absence of her mind, she left a book on the table. It aged with secrets and events from the past but was written in a plethora of emotions. Its cover was made of frayed leather hide, buckled by a strap. It was her diary, her precious recollection for ten years.
A gust of wind was created as she had slammed the door. It carried the fragile cover open. The streaming ashes from a lamp scattered and were carried out of an opened window.
Upon the pages that flickered, a division of contents was upright and strong that spoke of happiness but at the same time, the other was unkempt and sloppy, speaking of pain and grief, perhaps too painful for the writer to write her tale or perhaps she was not around that time. The pages flung, revealing both written and blank pages, until it stopped midway. A small note was struck in between the pages and laid flat, enchanting words.
Its inscribed words was read:
When did time begin its chronicle? When did fate begin its tapestry?
Was it a divination of their awakening,
Or a battle in the balance of changes?
It is hard to grasp the answers for now,
With the evidence in ruins...
But back then, without a doubt,
We were lonely, tied up to our lives,
We were heartless, yet were in need,
We were guided but we were lost.
Yet, even then, we kicked the dirt to run,
While we heard our laughter echoing,
Lost into the eternal cerulean skies...
"Whoops! I nearly forgot! Hold on a sec." The door flung opened and the girl rushed in, seeing the book open. She closed it and buckled the strap and then slipped her dairy into her bag that was warped around her waist.
The girl walked out of her bedroom, to meet the face of a boy she had just recently met. It was like standing in front of a mirror but meeting a different reflection.
The girl smiled. The boy standing in front of her nodded, sapphire hair wavering under his bandana and soon, they walked down the stairs together and out of the tree-house to meet their friends.
Time has begun its chronicle. Fate has begun its tapestry. A new task is upon these characters, to be inscribed by the writer of a journal and the weaver of threads. The oracle of Time's eras and the guide of Fate's endless paths will lead all to lose their way. Where Angels Lose Their Way shall be open once again. But to a different time, a different space, a different world.
A question whispers among the ethereal spirits.
Does Fate control Time, or is it the other way around? Or is it that they are simply twisted together in the distortion of space?
The final decision has come to settle the ties between them. For two worlds are falling to chaos, one chosen by Time and another chosen by Fate. Darkness seeps through the crack of the hourglass. Light soars through the stars of the eye of the universe.
A key shall unlock the greatest story at the hour. The game has been played. A hand will reach to grasp another out of the twilight. The story of a protector and an assassin meeting and discovering a different world to each other shall arise.
Who is to prophesize this to happen? Time or Fate?
That answer is yet lost and for eternity shall be...