Disclaimer: I don't own Chrono Trigger or any characters there-of, so don't sue me!
Back by popular demand, I've decided to try and continue my story about the lives of our favorite characters from our favorite RPG. I'm not sure how many more there will be, but we will see.
Note: The ages of the characters are approximate...I know Crono Cross showed the cast as little children, but in Trigger the characters are all the same height, even in movie scenes. They never say how long Magus was in the middle ages, nore how old he was before he was sent there, so again I'm approximating. On a second note, only a handful of characters are known to have a last name (Those being Lucca Ashtear, Nadia Guardia, and Janus Zeal), thus I have decided to come up with my own based on a few different variables...hope this doesn't enrage anyone...
Names/reasons:
Crono Gale, Gale is a standard last name on earth, and it happens to be the same word as a form of wind or storm, which is (technically) Crono's specialty.
Glenn Drake, His speech, as well as his combat class, suggest he was born to a learned family, perhaps a family of knights. In those days (at least in our history) only noble, or more wealthy, families could afford school, or become knights. As such, he would have a more noble name.
Chapter 4: Daddy's little girl, and the gathering of old friends
Marle awoke with the most wonderful feeling enveloping her. She was warm, she was warm, happy, and quite comfy as she lay in Janus's arms. She opened her eyes slowly and took in a deep breath, the smell of salt water permeating her nostrils, then let it out in a happy sigh.
"Good morning..."
She looked up as Janus spoke, catching his eyes, and giving him a soft smile.
"Good morning...how long have you been awake?"
He smiled, "Only a few minutes..."
She nodded, then snuggled deeper into his hold. Janus kissed her forehead softly, then gave a sigh.
"We can't be out here all morning...what ever will the others think..."
Marle giggled, "Let them think what they want. I'm sure they were watching us all night anyway."
"Why do you say that?" Janus asked, quirking a brow.
"Well, my long-eared mage, they would have come out here wondering where we were, if they didn't know where we already were!"
Janus blinked, "I think I understood that..."
"Good, cause I'm not repeating it." She stuck her tongue out at him, then grinned, "Perhaps it would be a good time to head inside, though...as much as I love salt water, I don't quite need it caking into my hair... I need to take a shower..."
"And I suppose you will want to take this shower alone?"
She nodded, "Yep, sorry babe, but there's only so much of you I can take at one time...I need some time to recuperate...not to mention to wash the salt water from my hair."
Janus nodded, "That will be fine." He smiled, then gave her a soft kiss on the lips, "Last night was nice and all, but I would rather we, perhaps, let your father know about us before we make it a regular thing."
Marle nodded, "Yep, we should let daddy know about you soon. He always said it would be nice to see me..." she cleared her throat, then mocked her father's voice "...being courted by a prince...or at least a gentleman of some fasion..."
Janus smiled, "Ah, but I am both of those, so you father will be glad indeed."
"A prince, yes, but you still have to prove the 'gentleman' bit." She grinned, kissing the tip of his nose softly.
"Ah, my blonde beauty, I will prove it to you quite elegantly...but we will have to get up and get dressed first..."
She grinned, then kissed him again softly before pulling herself from his hold. Gathering the pieces of her bathing suit, she put them back on, then turned to look at Janus, who had already put his shorts back on, and was gathering the blankets and towels. Walking next to each other, the two mages walked toward the house.
Crono was sitting at the table in the den as the two walked into the building. The red-haired swordsman had a grin on his face as he watched them walk in. Marle blushed as she saw him, then moved quickly toward her bags, gathering some clothes, then walked into the bathroom.
"So..." Crono started, though he was stopped quite short by a very Magus glare, which just made him grin even wider. Janus walked back into the guest room, then came back down a few minutes later, dressed in his trousers and a tunic.
"I'm going to need new clothes..." he was trying to change the subject, and Crono decided to let him.
"We can take you into town later and get you fitted...Fritz's sister has started up a clothing shop next to his general store."
Janus nodded, "Where is the inventor?"
"Lucca? She's up in her lab, I think..."
"Is that Janus?" a voice came from the door upstairs. "Good!"
The two males blinked as they heard the sound of someone stumbling down the stairs. Lucca emerged from the door with a grin. "SO!"
"Be nice, hon..." Crono said.
"Nice? I AM being nice! See?" She grinned at Janus.
"...Why ARE you being so nice to me? You used to hate me..."
Lucca continued to grin as she explained, "I didn't become the world's greatest inventive mind without doing any experiments! You said you changed, so I decided to experiment. I knew for a while that Marle had the hots for you...guess it's the tall, pale, and pointy-eared thing, I don't know. So I figured I would try and set you two up as best as possible...going swimming, the sunblock, the cocoa...it was all part of an experiment!" She was now standing in here oh-so-proud-greatest-inventor pose.
"...So what did you find out?" Janus asked, crossing his arms as he looked at her.
Lucca calmed down a bit, returning to a regular standing position. She looked at him seriously, "...Honestly, I believed you...at least I wanted to believe you, but I still had my doubts. But after what happened yesterday...I don't doubt anymore. The old Magus wouldn't have been caught dead in swimming trunks, wouldn't have had anything to do with sunblock, and defiantly wouldn't have joined in with the cocoa...so I guess you passed the experiment. Your not Magus anymore..."
Janus nodded, "Glad we are all on the same page, here."
"We are?" Marle stepped from the bathroom, wearing a light blue pair of pants, and a white shirt.
"Well, almost..." Lucca said, " say, you never did explain what happened to you. Why DID you change?"
Janus smirked, "I'll explain it in a bit...let me take a shower, first."
Janus was now felt much fresher, though he was still wearing his old outfit. It didn't matter, he had a story to tell, and he would have something new later that day, anyway. He told the group his story, what he did when he returned, how he searched, what he found. After he had finished, the room was silent, aside from the gentle hum of electronic devices.
Lucca was the first to break the silence, "...Wow..."
Janus nodded, "I once though myself the greatest of all evils...more powerful then Ozzie, more powerful then Lavos...I even thought myself above God at one point...who knew it would be an upstart princess of ice who would melt my cold heart..."
Marle gave the mage a hug, smiling. "It wasn't just me, though...we all had a hand in it, sort of."
Janus nodded.
Crono smiled, "I think it's about time to head into town."
"Town?" Marle asked, "What's in town?"
"We are getting Janus a new wardrobe...you can only wear the same outfit a few hundred times before it begins to get old..."
"Yes...unfortunately my wardrobe in the BC wasn't quite as full as that in the middle ages..."
Lucca quirked a brow, "Not meaning this as an insult...but you actually had multiple outfits?"
Janus nodded, "Of course! This was just my usual travel/battle/evil-mage garb. I don't seem to remember Crono changing his outfit style much on our trip. Nore you, miss inventor."
"But I...well...good point..."
Janus grinned, then winced, "Ouch..."
Lucca quirked a brow, "What's wrong?"
"My face hurts a bit..."
"Let me see..." Marle said, looking at him a moment, "Oh, it looks like you got a slight burn, even with the sunblock!" She giggled, "It's not much at all...I thought you looked a little more pink then usual."
"I'm a shadow mage, light and I don't really mix well..."
Marle nodded, then kissed his forehead. "Well if you guys are heading into town, remember to pick him up something to wear to meet my father..."
"And he will be needing something for the party!" Lucca chimed in.
"Party?" Marle asked.
"Heeee...guess it's time to tell you...The reunion party is tomorrow! It's been exactly one year since we all left each other!"
Janus quirked a brow, "Only a year? Last I checked I've been searching for at least two...
"I could explain that..." Lucca said, "If you are here now, before I go to collect everyone...that means I never come to collect you after one year..."
"Perhaps Schala's pendant wasn't charged enough to move me ahead another year..."
"Maybe..." Marle added, "Or maybe Schala knew just when you needed to show up..."
Janus nodded, "I like that idea better...This is far too coincidental to be chance..."
Marle smiled, "That's what I like to hear. Listen, while you guys are in town, I'm gonna head back to the castle and let daddy know. We should be able to use the ballroom!"
Janus nodded, "You should set up a meeting with him and I..."
"I'll do that, too. Daddy would want to meet the guy who's stolen his little girl's heart..."
Janus blinked a moment, "Heh...about that...it's only been a year here, but it's been two for me...I'm close to twenty six years old, and you're..."
Marle smiled, kissing his forehead softly, "It's alright, I'm eighteen...that's legal age in this time period."
Janus nodded. Having been to so many different ages, time periods, societies, he knew that 'legal age' was different everywhere, and knew that the group was young even when they adventured to destroy Lavos...
"Well, I'll be off, then." Marle smiled, then headed outside. She had called for the carriage before Janus had begun his story, and they had been waiting outside for a few minutes. After she loaded her belongings into the transport, they were off to the castle.
"So, ready to get a new set of clothes?" Crono asked.
"I suppose..."
Janus stepped from the shop, waving goodbye to the people behind the counter. "That was easier then I expected... It used to be you had to be fitted, then wait for the clothes to be custom made..."
"Not anymore!" Lucca grinned, "Now they make a bunch of different sizes, and it's up to you to choose."
"She may be the world's smartest inventor, but she's still a girl..." Crono piped in, "Give her some gold and place her near a clothes shop, and she goes nuts...
"Hey, that's not nice!"
"So what do you think?" Janus asked, "I'm not used to these colors...or this style..."
His outfit was formal, yet casual, perfect for his talk with the king later. He wore a pair of olive green pants, tucked into standard brown boots. His shirt was a brick-red button down, collar placed down, and this was all tied together with a simple black cape.
"You look great!" Lucca said, "It's simple, yet not too simple...though that one you got for the party...your either going to make Marle melt, or feint...or both!"
He blinked, "Is that a bad thing?"
She shook her head, "Not at all!" looking at him a moment, "Ah, there is one thing we need to do...the hair..."
Janus gave her a stern look, "Zeal nobles never cut their hair, aside from trims every so often..."
"That's fine, you don't need to cut it...just..." she walked behind the mage and, without even asking, gathered up his hair. Taking a piece of wire from her coat, she tied it up near the back of his head. "There...a simple pony-tail..." She stepped around him. "The wild and free look may work with the ladies, but you need to look clean and crisp for the king..." Janus nodded.
"...It's strange, not having my gloves..." he looked down at his hands, which were bare. Gone were the brown leather gloves that once adorned his hands, the gloves that rarely were removed, aside from a few occations.
"I suppose I will have to get used to it..."
"You've met a suitor?" The king asked his daughter, quirking a brow.
"Yes, daddy...but not just any suitor; He's a prince!"
The king smiled, "Truly? Well, I suppose I will have to meet this prince...what is his name? And where is he the prince of?"
"His name is Janus Zeal, and he is prince of...well..."
"Zeal? I remember some Zeal fellow being here before, during your travels...The pale fellow with the dark air about him...Nadia, you can't be talking about him..."
Nadia sighed, looking down at the red carpet below her feet. She hadn't changed yet from her travel clothes, wearing her pale blue jumpsuit and sandals.
Her father frowned slightly, "What is it, my daughter? Have I upset you in some way?" The man stood from his throne and stepped toward his daughter, pulling her into a hug. "I do not judge you, my daughter...if this man makes you happy, then I will not keep you from him."
The blond nodded, "He's changed, father...he's not the same man he was before..."
"I believe you, Nadia...now you run off and change...you will want to be presentable when your young man arrives..."
Marle nodded, hugging her father tightly, "Thank you, daddy..." she ran off, heading toward her tower, so she could change.
Marle walked back into the throne room in much more formal attire. She wore a long dress, of the pale blue color that had become her norm, with silver-colored lace and pearls adorning the front. She wore a jacket of the same color and design over her shoulders, and her feet were adorned with a pair of satin slippers. She walked up the steps and took her seat next to her father.
"What's this? My rebellious little Nadia in a dress? This must be some man I am meeting."
Marle smiled, "He is...just wait, daddy..." She barely had time to get comfortable, when one of her father's announcers stepped into the hall and bowed low.
"Your majesty, your highness...May I present Lord Janus Zeal, accompanied by Sir Crono Gale and Miss Lucca Ashtear."
Marle nearly gasped as Janus stepped into the room. He had instantly taken on a royal air, and his clothing was entirely different.
Janus stepped forward, stopping before the first step up to the throne, and bowed low, "Your Majesty...your Highness..." Crono and Lucca did the same.
The king stared a moment, a stern look on his face as he sized up the suitor. The man before him was, in physical appearance, the same dark male that had been with the group a year before. Before he had stood among the group of adventurers in dark clothing, and secluded himself in the more shadowed parts of the castle.
"Janus Zeal, hm?" he looked to his guards, "If you will excuse us..." The guards bowed, then walked out.
As they closed the doors behind them, the king looked back at the blue haired man before him.
"Prince of the long lost magical kingdom, am I right?"
Janus nodded, "You are correct, your majesty."
"I remember you being here before...not a nice fellow, if I recall...though my daughter assures me something has changed?"
Marle nodded, "He's different, daddy..."
Janus smiled warmly, looking over at the princess, "Thank you M...princess..." he caught himself, wanting to be as formal as possible. He looked back to the king, "I was once known as the dark mage Magus...I'm sure you've read history on me..."
"Yes, of course." The king nodded.
"I am no longer that person. The best way to think of it, is that Magus died, and I, Janus, was able to be reborn as I first was..." he smiled, "I came to this time because I felt it would be the only place I could live peacefully..."
"My daughter has explained much of this to me."
Janus nodded, "Then she must have also explained how I have fallen in love with her...and her with me."
The king nodded, "That she has."
Janus smiled, "Then...I wish to ask you permission to court your daughter...and to have her hand..."
The king quirked a brow, but before he could say anything, Janus went down onto one knee, bowing his head.
"I know it is a little quick...but I will prove to you that I will take care of her..."
The king stared at Janus for a long moment, causing the usually collected mage to feel more then a little anxious.
The king finally stood, stepping down to the same level as Janus. He placed a hand on the mage's shoulder, and beckoned him to rise.
"...I do not know you well, but I know you make my daughter happy." He clasped Janus on the shoulder and stared into his strange red eyes, "...If you will take care of my daughter, keep her happy, and love her unconditionally...then I would be proud to call you son..."
Back before he had changed, Janus would have killed anyone if they had even tapped his shoulder, much less do as the king was. But he wasn't Magus anymore...and the only thing he could do, at this point, was hug the older man. The king smiled, then stepped away, then looked up to his daughter, holding a hand out toward her. Taking his hand, Marle moved from her throne and stepped down the steps carefully. She hugged her father first.
"Thank you, daddy..." he smiled, returning the hug, "You are welcome, my daughter."
She then moved to Janus, hugging him as well. The mage held the princess softly, eyes closed.
"Look! The great Magus is crying!" Lucca squeeled, grinning.
It was true. Running down his right cheek was a single tear, followed by more.
"Are you alright?" Marle asked, looking up at him, concerned.
"Yes...I'm fine." He smiled, "Tears of joy..."
A butler stepped into the grand hall, "Pardon the intrusion, but Dinner is to be served soon, and the chef wants to know if he should set additional plates for the guests?"
The king smiled, then nodded, "Yes." He looked to the younger group, "I am inviting you all to share dinner with us, and I won't take no for an answer." With that, he moved toward the door the butler had just left through, on his way to the dining room.
"Well, he's definitely Marle's family." Janus joked, brining an elbow to the ribs from Marle herself.
"Come on, lets eat!" Lucca grinned, then pulled Crono along.
"Oh no..." Marle sighed.
"What is it?"
"You've never seen Lucca in front of a pile of food, have you?"
Janus shook his head.
"I'll have to tell you about the party back in 65,000,000 B.C. then..."
Crono looked around the ball room, feeling a bit lonely in the empty hall. He had helped the others set up for the reunion only a half hour before hand, and was the first back from the changing rooms to the hall. Lucca was off with the Epoch gathering the others from their various time periods, and Marle was still getting ready, as was Janus.
He heard the doors toward Marle's wing of the castle open, and turned to see her walk into the room. She was wearing a long, pale blue slip-dress, made of satin, a long shimmering scarf draped over her shoulders, and long white gloves upon her hands, going up to her elbows. Her hair was let down, soft and smooth as it draped over her shoulders. She walked over to Crono and smiled.
"My, aren't we lovely?" The male smiled.
"Thank you, kind sir. Though I have to admit, you are looking very handsome yourself."
Crono bowed with a grin. "Thank you." And he did look very nice. His usual fiery mane was combed and pulled back behind his head, and he wore a simple black suit, with a purple vest and tie.
Another door opened and closed, and the two looked over to see the king walk into the room, his royal robes exchanged for a tuxedo.
"I say, Nadia...I'm glad we decided for a formal 'ball' type of reunion...it's been so long since I wore anything aside from my royal robes..."
The princess smiled, "You look great, daddy..." she hugged her father.
Crono bowed to the king, but was stopped, "No need to bow today, Sir Crono. Tonight I am simply Guardia, a friend of the heroes."
Crono nodded, "As you wish, Sir Guardia."
The butler stepped into the hall through the main doors, "May I present Sir Prometheus."
A large, brass form stepped into the hall, his metallic feet clanging on the marble floor.
"Ah, Crono, Marle, it has been too long since we last saw each other."
Marle smiled, walking over to hug the gentle giant, "It's good to see you, Robo."
"My, how lovely you are, Marle. I am ashamed to say that a quick shining of my outer plating was the best I could do to dress up."
"It's fine, Robot." Crono added, patting his friend on the back, "We didn't expect you or Ayla to dress up."
"Me dress up good!" a voice came from behind Robot. Turning to look, Ayla walked in, on two feet, dressed more modestly then usual, wearing a crude wool shirt, leather skirt, and a fur cloak wrapped around her.
"I present, Lady Ayla." The butler stated, though was a little too late anyway.
"Good to see everyone. Marle pretty, Crono handsome."
"It's good to see you too, Ayla." Marle said, "Where's Kino?"
"Kino home, take care of daughter."
"You've had a daughter?"
"Yes! Strong daughter, give strong name. Daughter name Hope,"
They began to get comfortable, moving to sit around the table as the butler returned once more. "Sir Glenn Drake."
In walked the frog-like shape of Glenn, the swordsman who wielded the Masamune. He was dressed in a fine pair of gray slacks, and a black dress tunic, laced with silver accents. Upon his back was a gray cape, and attatched to his ornamental belt sat his sword.
"Mine friends! It hath been far too long." He walked over to the table, bowing low to the group. "It doth mine heart good to see everyone hath done so well."
After a few minutes, Lucca entered, the butler announcing her as well. She wore a long, shimmering, purple-sequined dress, purple-jeweled bracelets upon her wrists. Crono stood and headed over to Lucca, leading her to the table.
"Sorry I'm late, had to change." She smiles, "I would have been even longer, but I used the Epoch to jump back a bit..."
"By my counts, we are one party member off," Robo stated.
"By mine counts, we have everyone of worth here." Frog added, "Magus doth not belong in this group...he helped defeat Lavos, and that is it."
"I didn't know you cared, so..." a voice came from behind him.
In the middle of the hall stood Janus, seemingly having appeared out of nowhere. His clothing was hidden, a great black cloak wrapped around his form.
"Magus, villain!" Glenn stood, reaching for his sword.
"Hold your blade, frog...I am not here to harm anyone...this is a reunion of those that killed Lavos, is it not?"
"Glenn, please..." Lucca said, placing a hand on the frog's shoulder. He relaxed, removing his grip from his sword.
"For the sake of the group, I will not quarrel with thee...but if thine curses or spells are cast in any way toward myself, then I will gut thee like the pig though art..."
"Curses? Oh yes...I do those, don't I?" A hand moved from the cloak, pointing at Glenn. "Perhaps I could cast a spell...I do not thing you could beat me, frog...I have trained since we left each other last..."
Glenn growled, "Forgive me, Marle...but I must kill this fiend..."
The princess stood quickly, "No! No killing!" she looked to Janus, "And no spells!"
"I'm sorry, princess...but it's already been cast." The hand moved back into the cloak.
"What hast thou done..." before he could finish the sentence, Glenn felt his body changing. It wasn't painful, like his first transformation, but it was a little unnerving. His hands, his flipper-like hands, began to morph, the webbing changing, turning into a normal hand. His skin changed from green, to a flesh tone, and he felt his body grow, is clothes seeming to morph as well, fitting his changing body. After a few moments, Glenn looked around, then at himself.
"I'm...human?" he picked up a silver plate and looked at himself. No longer was Glenn a frog! Instead, he had returned to his normal, human form; small, normal nose, small eyes, ears, sandy-blond hair. He looked at Janus, "Why?"
Janus bowed his head. "Magus...no longer exists...I am Janus, and I ask you for forgiveness."
Ayla looked at the blue-haired mage, "Magus different. Darkness gone."
Robo nodded, "Affirmative, physical analysis shows match, behavior and mental analysis shows a shift toward a more pleasant personality."
Glenn blinked a few times, "I...don't understand..."
"It's true, Glenn..." Marle stood, walking over to Janus, "He's not the same person...he's kind...caring..." she turned to look at the now human form of Glenn, "...believe me, Glenn...the only thing left is his magic..." Janus pulled the princess into a hug, careful to keep himself concealed under the cloak.
Glenn stared for a moment, his mind trying to comprehend what was going on. After a few moments he understood. "Thou...art in love, Magus?" Janus nodded. "Then you truly are different...Magus could love nothing but himself...I pray you are changed for good...Janus..." he gave a slight bow, then turned to look at himself in the silver.
Janus smiled, then looked down at his princess, "Now that that's out of the way...my darling, you look absolutely beautiful..."
Marle blushed, "Why are you wearing that cloak?"
"I was waiting till a dance to remove it..." he looked over at Robo, "Would you mind playing something slow for us, my good robot?"
"Affermative." He paused a moment, then a soft, sweet melody began to play from the brass robot's insides. Crono stood, offering a hand to Lucca.
"May I have this dance?"
Lucca smiled, "Why, of course!" she giggled, then stood, taking his hand as he led her to the floor.
Ayla stood and walked over to Glenn, "Ayla alone, no partner for dance. Glenn dance with Ayla?"
Glenn blinked, then looked at Ayla, "Um..." he thought a moment, then smiled, "I would be pleased, miss Ayla." He took her hand and led her to the floor as well."
Janus stepped back from the princess, "And now..." he grabbed the cloak and tossed it behind him, revealing the outfit he had bought. Marle gasped, eyes wide as she stared at the prince of Zeal, who was dressed in a brilliant tuxedo, all white, aside from a vest and tie to match Marle's dress. Upon his hands were a pair of white gloves, with which he then reached back, tying his hair back neatly. "Well?"
"You're..." she couldn't get the words out. It didn't matter, Janus already knew what she was going to say. He pulled her into his arms for a moment. "I'm afraid I've done very little of your dancing...though Lucca tried to teach me..."
Marle smiled, "It's alright...it's not that hard..." She took his hands and moved them to her waist, then moved her own around his neck, clasping her fingers together against the back of his neck. They began to move slowly, Janus smiling down at her. What he had forgotten to mention was that he had taken dance lessons while still in Zeal, and was able to pick up dances quite quickly...
And he was doing well with this one, better then Ayla and Glenn were. Ayla was used to her upbeat, drum-heavy prehistoric music, and Glenn was more used to waltzes, but they were having fun anyway.
The dancing lasted for about an hour, changing pace and style every so often. Before long, the group realized they were hungry, and sat down as the food made it's way to the table. Talk went all over the place, the group sharing stories of their time since the separation and such.
"So Glenn, why didn't you ever tell us you were such a dish?" Lucca asked, receiving a poke from Crono, "Hey, I'm just asking a question, geeze..."
Glenn simply laughed, "Why, I have not seen mine self as a human for a long time, and even then I did not think about mine looks, only on the strength of mine sword arm."
"Speaking of looks, " the king spoke up, "I've been meaning to ask...Janus, my boy...your hair. Is it naturally blue like that?"
The others looked at him, and nodded, having wanted to know the answer to that question for a while, though not daring to ask before.
"I suppose I can let you all in on the secret." He smiled, wiping his mouth with a napkin before continuing, "No, it's not. In fact, I'm thinking of letting my hair return to it's natural color..."
"What's that?" Marle asked.
He smiled "First I will explain. In Zeal, the royal family kept much pride in their hair. It was a status symbol, everyone knew that if you had hair of this color, then you were royalty. It was an old tradition, even when my grand parents were young, yet it was one we cherished. During the final days of Zeal it was easy for one to acquire the berries used. They grew in caves in the earthbound realm, and were quite plentiful. It used to be that some enlightened ones, and even some of the earthbound, would attempt to change their hair and masquerade as royalty, but measures were taken to stop that."
"So the blue is a status symbol?" Marle asked.
"Yes. Without it, my sister Schala would actually be as blonde as our Marle here. She took after my mother, who was also naturally blonde. I, on the other hand, took after my father, who's hair was silver-white."
"Like me!" The king added, laughing.
Janus smiled, "Very much like you, though I do believe I still see some brown in the gray." He paused, "I continued to dye it as I stayed on the earthbound islands...but I've recently decided to return to my natural color..."
Marle smiled, "I think you will look great!"
Crono cleared his throat, "Everyone...we have much to celebrate tonight. Lucca and I will be marrying soon, you are all invited...Janus and Marle may be tying the knot shortly after that...I'd like to propose a toast." They all raised a glass as he spoke, "My friends...I propose I toast to you, all of you...may our friendship always be a beacon of hope, if the darkness decides to rise up once more..."
"Here here!" the group tapped their glasses together, before taking a drink.
The party continued on into the night...a night filled with laughter and merriment...
Whew…long chapter, there. It's been a while since I've really written anything, so pardon me if it isn't quite up to par with my previous chapters. I may add another chapter, I've not decided quite yet...
Well, R&R!