The Chronicles 
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“So, Time is a living being, then?!” Lucca still couldn’t believe what Gaspar had told them. She was chewing on a pen; frantically typing on a laptop computer Robo had given her at an earlier date while making calculations on a sheet of paper. “But
that’s impossible! Time is supposed to be an entire other
Dimension of Existence entirely! There is no way it could be
something organic! I can’t believe this!”
“But what does that tell us about Crono?!”
Marle sat glumly in a corner, next to Marshall, who was
standing in a serious and dramatic pose, and Lucca’s Mother, who
had absolutely no idea what was going on.
“I suppose then, we’ll need to bring your friends here as
well, then.” Said Marshall, who had his sword half-drawn in a
heroic pose. “Then, we can understand what the hell is going on
here, and then we’ll rescue Crono.”
“What’s going on?” Lucca’s Mother still had no idea,
and she sat in a corner, still confused.
“I don’t understand any of this.” Gaspar said, his face
deathly pale, clutching his cane white-knuckled. “I’ve been the
Guru of Time for so long now… I always knew all there was to know
about Time… but now…”
“It doesn’t matter what it is, right?” Spekkio looked
hopefully, but without his usual grit and guts “We’ll beat the
crap out of it… right?”
“I’m afraid it won’t be so easy.” A new voice entered
the room. Spekkio gasped, and everyone else looked around
bewildered. Gaspar spun so fast his cane flew across the ground, and
he collapsed.
“Greetings, I am Choronus, the God of Time.” A wizened
old man floated above the group. Next to him was a green haired girl
wielding a giant staff shaped like a key. “This
is the Guardian of the Time Gate, Setsuna. We have come this day to
warn you all of the upcoming menace.”
“So, you’ve decided to show your face.” Spekkio growled
“Brother…!”
“We can continue our childish feud later, Spekkio!”
Choronus waved his hand, and Spekkio was silent. “You all are the
Destined Warriors. Your Destiny is to save this Time, and all other.”
“Yes.” Marshall stood up, waving his sword in the air “I
swear upon my sword that I’ll protect Time and the Universe!”
“So, what’s this about Time being a living being?”
Lucca queried, typing and writing frantically “I really don’t
understand this at all…!”
“Time… the Fourth Dimension of Existence.” Choronus
looked solemnly “What Evolution would be higher than to pass out
of the mere Third Dimension Existence and Exist as something higher?”
“And Lavos was a creature of Evolution…” Lucca gasped
“That means…!”
“Yes. Lavos’s kin, the Mortis-Chronos are attempting to
evolve to the point where they reach the Ultimate Evolution, Time.
They seek to control all of Time itself then. That is why they must
be stopped.”
“So the defective Time was…” Gaspar was breathing
heavily, trying to get the words out. “It was…” ”Yes.
The defective Time was one of the Mortis-Chronos that had become
part of Time itself. However, it was not strong enough to completely
merge with Time, and it died.” Choronus looked down “It was the
first. They seek to destroy this planet, they seek to destroy you,
and your friends, The Destined Warriors.”
“Our friends, where are they?” Marle looked up “And
where’s Crono?! We need them!”
“Your friends…” Choronus nodded “Are here.”
Everyone else, with the exception of Magus and Crono,
appeared.
“Where’s Crono?!” Marle screamed, a tear in her eye.
“WHERE IS HE?!”
“Your friend has been targeted by Laguna, the first Mortis-Chronos
scout.” Setsuna spoke up, “He was absorbed into a Time void that
brought him into an alternate Time of the Year 1999 AD. He has three
hours left before the disastrous Y2k destroys the planet. You all
must save him, because he is outside of our influence now.”
There was a collective gasp from all but Marshall, who stood
dramatically.
“We must save him.” He drew his sword and pointed it to
the sky.
“Excuse me…” Lucca’s mother blushed “Umm… what am
I here for again?”
Gaspar dropped to the ground, hacking up blood, clutching his
chest. |
