Hurray! My very first fanfic! It's nice to be done. Thanx very much to my muse, Vivian. Stand up and do the honors.

DISCLAIMER:

Vivian: "The Prophet Lucca" does not own Chrono Trigger, or any characters. She is very sad about this, due to her obssession with the all-grown-up Janus, aka Magus.

Me: Now onto the beginning of the end of Janus's life as prince of Zeal Kingdom.

"JANUS!" he heard his sister, Schala scream as the portal closed. He was very scared, but didn't know what to do. A child of his young age would be much more frightened, but Janus was no ordinary six-year-old. His mother was gone; she had been changed by that evil machine. It had turned her into someone who didn't love him or Schala. No, she wasn't his mother. She may have looked like his mother on the outside, but it wasn't her.

Suddenly, the deep blue turned black before him. He held his hands protectively in front of his face. Immediately, the blackness opened to a strange place. He looked around. There were low cliffs surrounding him, exept for one opening to his right. Heavy brush and trees grew out of and hung over the rocky sides. Just then, Janus heard a strange laugh behind him.

"Well, look what we have here." He turned around. A big, green creature with a mocking smile on its face floated out of the underbrush, with very short creatures appearing behind him. "What would a human boy be doing here?"it said, hovering over in Janus's direction.

"Get away from me, you ugly, green monster!" he yelled, backing away.

The green creature's face was a mix of anger and disbelief. "WHAT? Get him!" he roared. The imps ran towards Janus. He feared for his life now. If only I could use magic, but I'm too stupid to use it. Maybe my mother was right, he thought sadly. Unfortunately, they surrounded him, trapping him. The green creature flew over to him, his arms crossed.

"Ha," he said arrogantly, "more proof that the human race is utterly worthless. I, Ozzie the Great, shall lead the ever-rightous mystics in victory against the humans and rule the world." Ozzie lifted his arms to use a spell, and at that moment, Janus felt a surge of tremendous power run through himself. What is this? Is this...magic? What is a Dark Bomb...? Four silver spheric lights circled his body and disapeared, while his hands moved seemingly on there own.He thrust out his arm, pointing at Ozzie. A dark gray light covered Ozzie, illuminating shadow and disilluminating light contrast on his whole body. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and hefell to the ground, unconscious. The imps were gawking at both of them, not believing what had just happened. As quickly as it had come, the incredible energy left Janus. All of his energy drained so swiftly, he fell to his knees, and passed out.

When Janus awoke, he was in a dark room barely lit by torches. He lay on a large bed. He was startled to see that there was a woman looking at him. She had red hair in a thick braid atop her head. She also wore a white cape over a small shirt and short skirt.

"So, you're the kid who knocked Ozzie out." His jaw dropped in suprise at her masculine voice. "The name's Flea."

Without thinking, Janus blurted out, "Why is your voice so low, lady?"

Flea looked irritated. "What! I'm a guy!" Janus's jaw dropped in surprise. He stared stupidly at Flea. Flea stared back.

"What are you staring at? Geez, you actually thought I was female? What does it matter? I'm powerful, and that's all that matters. It's the same way with you. You're a kid, but I will train you to control your powers and use them to your full potential. You're gonna be useful to us, kid."

"Quit calling me 'kid'. I have a name, you know," Janus said, annoyed. "It's Janus."

Flea scoffed. "That name sucks. If you're gonna be a bad guy, you need a way better name. Hmm, a dark wizard..." Flea trailed off, pondering aloud, "...I've got it! Magus! Magus is your new name -- starting now."

Janus crossed his arms. "No way! Who said you could just change my name? I refuse it."

Flea sighed, shaking his head. "Magus, you need to learn that I'm the boss around here, and what I say is always to be obeyed. Got it?"

Janus threw his hands up, sighed in exhasperation, and stalked out of the room, slamming the heavy door.

He was in a long, dark, creepy, corridor, and there was one problem. Where would he go now? He sunk to the floor. Why is this happening? he thought.He squeezed his eyes shut, and wished with all his might that he could be with Schala.

He opened his eyes. He was still in the same dark hall. Tears filled his eyes, and he silently cried for everything that had happened since that awful day when his mother changed.

And that's the end. Now what? Should I continue into a story about Janus growing up around the Mystic cronies? Or should I make one about Magus doing something with Crono and friends? You decide. Also, what do you think of the title? If you have one that you think sounds better, let me know.

Please review. If nobody reviews, I will assume that nobody is reading this, or it was so boring, they didn't finish. I would prefer constructive critisism, butI will even accept flames. Just write something, okay?