(Kit Thespian enters)
Kit Thespian: Review Response!
zipis1: Whoa...Thank you for that extensive research and report! Yes, go ahead and take off the fake glasses. Yeah, I think Taban lost his mind. I really wanted for Magus to just kick his tail, but that didn't seem like the new Magus. Ah well.
Lone Gunmen: Yes! Vive le story! Vive le story! You can go ahead and visit Taban for all I care. Here's the update...
Kit Thespian: And now, to give the Disclaimer we have... (A tall man enters the stage. He has long silver hair, beaming green eyes, and a very long sword strapped to his back.) What the...? Sephiroth? What the heck are you doing here?! You're supposed to be in the Final Fantasy VII catagory, not Chrono Trigger! Get back to FFVII now!
Sephiroth: I have come to conquer the Chrono Trigger world! It shall be mine! HA, HA, HA, HA!!!
Kit Thespian: Uh, why, may I ask?
(Sephiroth walks over to Kit Thespian and leans over)
Sephiroth (whispering): Because...I...am...(shouts) EVIL!
Kit Thespian (ears ringing): Okaaay...
(Crono, Magus, and Glenn walk in, obviously infuriated)
Crono: Kit Thespian, you've gotta do something about this guy! He comes barging in here with that sword of his saying that he and his mother are going to destroy us all. He eats our food...
Glenn: And he doth stealeth our women! None of the fangirls shall pay attention to us now!
Magus (walks over to Sephiroth): All right, shoulder pads, there's room for only one tall guy with long hair, penetrating eyes, a tragic past, and a large weapon that nobody else can handle. This catagory isn't big enough for the both of us!
Sephiroth: Oh, yeah?
Magus: Yeah!
Sephiroth: Then I will destroy you!
Magus: Go ahead and try it, girly bangs!
Sephiroth: Who're you calling 'girly bangs', widow's peak!
Magus: Girly bangs!
Sephiroth: Widow's peak!
Kit Thespian (holds up her hands): HOLD IT! Before anybody destroys anybody, let me make something clear. (to Crono and Glenn) I'm sorry, I only have control over the characters in the catagory I'm writing in. I couldn't do anything to Sephiroth unless I wrote a FFVII story... But there is something I can do. (walks to Sephiroth) Sephiroth, you are a match for all of us here, and there is none of us who can defeat you.
Crono (whispers to Glenn): What's she doing?
Glenn: I think she doth appeal to the man's ego.
Kit Thespian (to Sephiroth): Therefore we surrender, but first I have to get something straight. You are not in a story.
Sephiroth: What do you mean I'm 'not in a story'?"
Kit Thespian: Well, you just happened to stumble in...
Sephiroth: I AM SEPHIROTH! I stumble nowhere!
Kit Thespian: Fine then, you walked into a Disclaimer. I know they have Disclaimers over there in FFVII fiction, right?
Sephiroth: ...Right.
Kit Thespian: Now, you can rule here in the semi-real world of the fan fiction catagory, but you're going to have to accept the consequences. Such as, dealing with all the adoring maidens.
Sephiroth: Maidens?
Kit Thespian: Oh, yes. A tall, strapping fellow such as yourself will be a huge hit here.
Sephiroth: Hmm... (to himself) And I have a horrid enough time already fighting off the Sephiroth romance freaks...
Kit Thespian: Oh, here come some of the maidens now...
Sephiroth: What...?
(A huge crowd of fangirls come into the room)
Kit Thespian: Hey, ladies, look! It's Sephiroth!
(Fangirls squeal with delight.)
Sephiroth (looking a little terrified): Um, why are they looking at me like that?
Kit Thespian: Didn't you know? Fangirls go absolutely rabid over sexy villains. All right, girls, he's all yours!
(Sephiroth dashes out of the stage screaming for his mommy with the huge crowd of fangirls chasing after him.)
Kit Thespian: Well, that ought to take care of him for a while.
Disclaimer: Kit Thespian does not own Chrono Trigger (or Final Fantasy VII, for that matter) or the characters therein. And she is not making money off this fic.
Chapter 10- Big Surprise
"Glenn?" Lucca and Schala's mouths dropped as they beheld the medieval knight brushing the snow off of his clothes and looking around. Once he caught sight of the two women, he gaped in shock at them.
"Miss Schala? Mistress Lucca? Thou...? Am I in the Dark Ages?" he asked.
Schala nodded and Lucca went to embrace her old friend. She asked,
"How long have you been in the Middle Ages?"
"How long hast thou been hither?" he asked in return.
"For three weeks," Lucca replied, "answer my question."
"Three weeks? Why, I hath dwelt in my time for four entire years!"
"Four years?" It was hard to believe that so much time had passed for their friend and they had only lived in the Last Village for three weeks. Lucca then started to laugh.
"What is so amusing?" Glenn asked.
"I just can't wait to see the look on Janus' face when he comes home and you are here!"
Lucca and Schala took Glenn back to Lucca and Magus' hut and and Lucca prepared a cup of tea. The cup was made of clay and had no handle, but Glenn was extremely grateful for the hot drink. He had never enjoyed being in this time period, and now it seemed he was permanently stuck here, after Lucca explained to him that she had to dismantle the Epoch. He shivered in his velvet cloak, and Schala said to him,
"Those are very fine clothes. Were you in a high position in your time?"
Glenn answered, "Naught too important, lass. I was the Chief Warden of the southern province."
"They never made you the Knight Captain? What were they thinking?" Lucca asked.
"I...I actually declined from taking the position, for they did offer it to me," Glenn said, "I did not know the reason at the time for mine resisting, but now it is quite obvious. A Warden can be replaced a good deal easier than a Knight Captain, I'm afraid," He looked at himself, and chuckled, "How amusing it is. I am stranded in the remaining refuse of the Zeal Disaster, and I happen to be dressed in my best clothes."
"You can stay here until your home is built, Glenn," Lucca spoke. Glenn held up a hand and said,
"No, I think not that your husband would appreciate that."
"I have an idea," Schala said, "You can stay in my house and I can sleep here."
"Now, that is something I will not allow!" Glenn protested, "A lady shall not give up her abode to accommodate me!"
"I suppose we'll work it out when Janus gets here..." Lucca said. Then she heard a horn being blown outside, signifying that it was the end of the work day, "...And here he comes. I'll go and tell him that you're here."
She got up from her chair, rather quickly, and then a flash of dizziness rushed through her head and she had to catch herself on the back of her chair. Schala and Glenn leapt to their feet and went to assist her.
"It's okay..." she said, "I'm all right now. I guess I'm still not used to the air here."
She then promptly left the hut, leaving Glenn puzzled.
"I do not feel dizzy, and I hath just arrived. Thou dost not thinketh she is ill, dost thou?" he asked.
"I don't know... She may be. She seems a little paler than usual."
"I do hope that she is not ill. This is a most pathetic climate from which to acquire an ailment."
Schala looked at the knight and raised an eyebrow, "There's something I've always wanted to ask you. Why on earth do you talk the way you do?"
Glenn blinked, "Er...My family spake in this fashion. My entire village did. T'was a small village, and a famine drove everyone away, except for a lass name Fiona, who strove to revive the land. And she did succeed, for the forests returned...But after mine time."
"I see..."
"Mine speech maketh thee uncomfortable?"
"Oh, no! I think it's nice."
"I thank thee. Even in the royal courts, some would giveth me strange looks whenever I opened mine mouth."
Schala laughed.
Lucca met Magus as he was walking through the streets approaching their hut. She greeted him and then said that she had to tell him something before they went home.
"What is it?" he said.
"Well, it seems that the Entity has seen fit to send one more person through time. Someone that we know from another time came into the forest near the village through a time gate."
Magus furrowed his eyebrows, "Who?"
"It's Glenn."
"Oh...that's a relief."
"What do you mean?"
"I thought you were about to say Ayla."
"Janus! This is serious! Now, when we get home we need to discuss where he's going to stay until his home is built. Since I've dismantled the Epoch, and the time gate disappeared, there's really no way for Glenn to get back to the Middle Ages."
"I see." Magus looked a lot more calm than he actually felt. He had never expected to see Glenn again.
When they reached the hut and the wizard and knight saw each other, they were both too stricken with suprise to speak. Magus was surprised to see how finely the knight was dressed, and Glenn was shocked to see Magus dressed in plain, brown working clothes with his hair pulled back in a low ponytail and his face and hands streaked with dirt. But Magus was the first to speak.
"Welcome to my home," he said.
"Thou...lookest different."
"You look like a woven bowl of silken fruit. Lucca has told me our two options concerning your housing, and I think it would be more prudent if you stay here for the time being. Some of the villagers would not appreciate it if you 'evicted' Schala out of her home, though we know that is not really the case. There is another cot in the corner."
"I thank thee, Magus."
"Please...I'm only Janus now. I'd better get cleaned up." And he walked into the other room in the hut. There was a short silence before Lucca spoke up,
"More tea?"
The End of Time...
"Now, why do you suppose that happened?" Spekkio asked Gaspar as they observed the events.
"I really don't know, but I have a few guesses," Gaspar answered, "Perhaps there is something in the Dark Ages that must be reckoned with and only spellcasters can do it."
"But Lavos is destroyed."
"We'll have to wait and see. The cause is hidden to me right now..."