A Dark Cloud 2 Fanfic
Chapter 1: A Defined Past----By The Several
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The Several: Finally, a fanfic about the backgrounds of Dark Cloud 2! Of course, I invented this, but it's a pretty wild guess.
This story will tell a lot of major backgrounds about Max's parents, Elena and Gerald. Like how they met, what happened to the world, how the previous Atlamillia owners got their Atlamillia, how Elena left Gerald to return back to the future, and how the town was shut down from the outside world.
And now, the story begins…
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"Son… Take this…"
"Father… What is it?…"
"Hello, dad! Me and Monica were just…"
"This… is an item… an important stone that has been passed down through the family line… A stone that has been the start of wars and devastation throughout the world… Take it… and take good care of it…"
"Y-Yes, father…"
"…Dad? Hey, dad, you okay?"
"Son… I am living on borrowed time… I'm sorry for leaving you at such an early age…"
"Dad, no!…"
"Take good care of the stone… Gerald…"
"Dad?" said Max, his face so close to his father's that Gerald was shocked the moment he came to. He sees Max and that new girl Monica looking at him rather curiously.
"Whoa… You scared me a bit there, Max," said Gerald with a sign of relief.
"Dad, you were out in space for a while there… You okay?"
"Yeah…" said Gerald with a sigh. "I was just… remembering the day my own father gave me the Atlamillia… and the days that followed when my whole life changed…"
"…When I met your mother."
"Oh! That's right, Mr. Gerald!" said Monica with an exclamation to Max's father. "I was curious… How did you and Max's mother meet anyway? She's from the future, right?"
"Yeah… You never told me about how you met mom either, dad… or when she left…"
"Max, I…" Gerald was lost in words as his son looked to the ground with the sadness of his mother's leaving. Ever since Max found out that his mother was from the future, he has lost all hope that they would be together as a family again. Then now, maybe itwas time to tell his son about what really happened.
"Okay… Go grab a seat, and I'll tell you what happened. It's about time you learned everything that happened about your mother's past…"
"…and our conflicts together."
Gerald takes a nearby seat as Max and Monica did the same. Gerald huffs a breath, and begins to tell his sad tale.
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Gerald came out of his mansion in the small mining town of Palm Brinks. A young man of about 16, his father's death had come very sudden to him. And what's the weirdest part was… his father handed him a strange stone on his deathbed.
"He called it… What was it? The Atlamillia or something?" He then looked at the piece of red smooth stone, which was attached to a gold compass-container and a gold chain.
He puts it around his neck and admires it again. "I guess you wear it like a necklace… What's so special about this stone anyway?"
He shakes his head and tried not to think so hard. He wasn't the brightest lad, and figuring things out wasn't his best skill. But he knew the tricks of the trade, as his father had taught him when he was still alive. He was a great young businessman who knew how to take care of himself.
He had to, if he wanted to survive.
He remembers his father going on daily trips outside of Palm Brinks. The resorts at Veniccio, the grand library at the foot of the great tree Jurak, the Gundorada factories and mines that his father mostly owned. Although his dad never had time for him, he knew that he loved him very much, and that whatever this stone meant, it was worth giving to his one and only son.
Gerald clenched the Atlamillia. "I will protect it, father… on my life, I WILL protect it. For your sake and memory..."
Gerald tried to cheer himself up by going around town. He passes by the main street, and sees familiar friends.
"Hi, Gerald!" greeted a young maiden from his side.
"Hi, Polly!" he greeted back. He knew the girl to be a worker inside the bakery, as he always bought his bread there. It was, in fact, the best and freshest bread he ever tasted, so he always boasted. He chatted with her a lot, telling her that someday, she may own that bakery herself.
He looks to his left and sees another friend – Morton, the only son of the owner of the sundries store, and one of his best friends. After his father's death, Gerald had always looked to Morton for support.
"Hello, Mort! Good day today, huh?" Gerald greeted, as Morton looked up from where he was sweeping their store's front.
"Hey, Gerald! It HAS been good the past few days," Morton replied as he continued to sweep the front of his father's store.
"Well, if you're looking for me, I'm just going to walk around outside the town. I need to get my mind; get some thinking rest…"
"Go ahead, it will do you some good," he replies back as he watches Gerald go in the direction of the entrance gates of Palm Brinks.
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Outside, alone and in his lonesome, the smiles he has given his friends were easily taken away. Inside, he knew his friends would only pity him if he continued to look sad. So he did his best… to smile.
But however hard one tries, it's never so easy to lose a parent. He looks to his father's pendant again, trying to figure out the meaning of it all.
"You said this pendant was so important, father… that it bred the insanity that caused many nations to rise and fall… an artifact so powerful, it causes greed among men…"
He looks up to the sky, and a lone tear falls from his cheek as he closed his eyes.
"Oh, father… I'd rather the world be thrown in to chaos than to have lost you…"
"A selfish wish. Are you really the new keeper of the Atlamillia?" a voice from behind him suddenly speaks.
He turns around, and sees a boy and a girl of his age, staring at him and the bright red stone that he wore around his neck. They wore strange clothing, but what concerned him most was that they were carrying weapons.
"Hello, young man," one of the two strangers smirked. "We're here for your Atlamillia."
To be continued…
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NEXT CHAPTER: Are the two strangers friends or foes? Because if they were friends, then they went about their greeting the wrong way. And if they are foes… well, that's to be expected. But what do the two strange visitors have in store for Gerald and his future?
The Several: Well? What do you think? Write me a review, because I'm not a mind reader! Go ahead, it won't kill you!