Departure and reunion
I just felt for writing something a little sad for once. To
show that hope must never be lost. Ohhh, that was deep...
(sigh... I guess I'll never be able to keep completely serious)
Late autumn night, 650 AD, Guardia castle.
Frog coughed again, and as he removed his hand from his lips he
immediately tried to hide it from the few people around him. But
they had already seen the blood on the darkened, green-brown
Queen Leene sobbed. Her handkerchief was already soaking wet with
all the tears.
"My liege, shed no tears for this old man..." Frog
mumbled and tried to smile a bit.
"Frog, please don't try to seem strong," the queen
said, "it's not worth it."
The old, dim bulb-eyes tried to focus on the sad king Guardia.
"Your Majesty, I hope that I have been of help to
Frog coughed again, and his hands were too weakened to reach his
"Like nobody else, my friend," the king said in a
Lenee, her grown daughter Nieva and several of the others in the
room gave loud sobs at this. Frog tiredly shook his head.
"I hath a joyful life, my dear friends," he tried to
But as he said "friends", his heart ached a bit.
Crono, Marle, Lucca, Robo and Ayla... they weren't there by his
deathbed. Ayla was of course dead since many millions of years,
and of course Frog hadn't came to her either... but at least
Crono and the girls maybe could have made it...?
No. No, there was no place for accuses. They had destroyed the
Epoch, surely. That had been the right thing to do. Or at least
they would, in the future... about 350 years from now. Frog
almost smiled to himself, but he hadn't the strength. He was
tired. It would feel nice to rest now...
"This is off limits, Sir!" a distant guard said,
"only friends of Sir Frog can..."
"I am a friend of Sir Frog," the harsh voice of
an old man abruptly cut in, "now move!"
Frog tried to remember where he had heard that voice before...
"Excuse me," it said, "let me through."
The soldiers carefully moved out of the way for the aged man.
Frog blinked, hardly believing his eyes.
The visitor was tall and wore a dark robe, with the cape over his
head. The rain that poured from the skies outside had darkened
the cloth and made it almost black. Below the cape was an aged
face, carrying both wrinkles and scars. The skin itself had been
cruely battered by wind and rain. The right eye was gone; a scar
went straight over it from the forehead to the cheek. But the
left eye still seemed to glow in red, even though it was
solitaire and dimmed by age.
As the cape was pushed backwards, it unveiled a flood of long,
grey hair. But a few parts of it were still blue.
"Alas, I see time hast threatened thee just as cruel as
myself, then..." Frog muttered, and this time he managed to
smile a bit.
"Indeed it has," Magus replied, crossing his arms.
As always, he carried an aura of strength. Yet it was staggering.
Even the former leader of the Mystics was getting old and tired.
"Hast thee found thy sister?" Frog asked.
The warlock slowly shook his head.
"I am sorry."
"Don't be. I'll go search her someplace else, I have done so
for almost fifty years."
"Yet, I believe that there is only one place left to
search," he said.
The dying knight slowly nodded.
"I see..." he said.
"Have you got any heir? Of the Masamune and the hero medal,
Frog managed to smile again and pointed. Magus turned to look at
a grown man, about twenty-five years old. He wore a knight's
armor, but not the helmet. On his head was a thick crown of brown
hair, and watching his eyes, Magus saw naught but what he had
seen in the eyes of Cyrus, Frog and Crono; things he had scorned
in his young days and still didn't care much about.
Magus smiled a bit.
"Good to hear."
"He be the son of Tata," Frog unveiled.
"Good grief..." the warlock said and even smiled a bit,
"Excuse me," princess Nieva carefully said, "but
may I ask who you are, Sir?"
Magus turned to her, his eyebrows rising.
"Could have been Marle, couldn't she?" he slowly said.
"'Tis most true."
The warlock abandoned the princess, ignoring her question. He
turned to Frog again, instead.
"I only came to make sure you had everything finished before
departing," Magus said, "can't let history screw up
now, can we?"
"That could be the one truth to ever leave thy lips,"
He was going to sleep soon. That Magus had been the only of his
old allies to show up didn't really matter. Well, it did
matter, to be honest. Frog had to admit that he was glad about
it, though it could seem strange.
"To tell you the real truth, I had another thing to do here
as well," Magus slowly said.
"Oh? What would that be?" Frog mumbled.
Magus was silent for a moment. Then he spoke, and as he did so,
he raised his right hand to point at the weakened knight.
"I grew up here, whether I liked it or not. I guess I might
as well die here too. Farewell, Glenn."
His voice changed into the deep, growling sound of
spell-chanting, and a dark stream left his fingers. As it hit the
dying Frog, Magus gave a sigh and fell to the floor. The darkness
engulfed the knight, but he didn't scream. He didn't have the
strength for it, but anyhow there was no pain. It was only a
feeling of growing.
As the darkness disappeared Frog clenched and unclenched his
fists a couple of times, feeling the now longer fingers touch the
palm, knowing that he would not die as a frog, but as a man. A
couple of soldiers had in shock knelt by Magus and carefully
shook his shoulders.
"Dost not bother," Glenn whispered, "he is dead...
let me see his face."
They slowly lifted Magus a bit, and Glenn watched the scarred,
relaxed face. At long last, the Prince of Darkness had found
"I thank thee, Magus..." Glenn whispered, "I thank
He looked at king Guardia, who seemed just as naturally shocked
as everyone else about both Frog's transformation and his words.
"Your Majesty," the knight mumbled, "may I ask of
thee to give this man a funeral worthy of a warrior? He was lord
Magus, that is true, but his real name was Janus of Zeal, brother
King Guardia cleared his throat.
"Very well, Frog... I mean Glenn."
"I thank thee. Fare thee well, my friends."
Glenn gave a shivering sigh and closed his eyes.
Nowhere, never, everywhere, always.
He looked exactly liked that young man whom the warlock had
turned into a frog all those years ago. But the look of agony and
tears that Cyrus' death had caused was gone.
He wore his red cloak, the leathery plate covered his torso. His
pants were softly purple, a remain of his clothing as prince
Janus. His belt was a twisted piece of blue cloth. And his hair
was no longer grey, but an eerily blue waterfall.
They blinked at each other, both realizing that they once more
looked young and felt well. Also, one had to notice, they seemed
to stand in a warm, softly glowing nothingness.
"Is this death?" Magus finally said.
His blood-red cloak flowed silently as he turned to look around.
"Oh, my..." Glenn said.
Two figures were coming towards them, smiling warmly. One was a
tall man in a golden armor, the other was a young, blue-haired
woman dressed in a softly purple robe.
"We've been waiting for you for quite some time," Cyrus
said as Glenn rushed forward and grabbed his long dead friend's
"Schala..." Magus whispered.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, and
he put his own arms around her in turn.
"Everything is fine now, Janus," she mumbled, smiling,
"I have been promised that this surely won't happen again;
we won't have to part. You may not believe it, but I'm proud of
you, little brother."
"Thank you once more for calming my spirit, my friend,"
"That is nothing to speaketh about," Glenn smiled.
Magus looked at the two warriors and smirked, but not too
"I see that not even death can cure your speech-problem,
"Art thee surprised?" Glenn sneered back.
"No, actually I'm a bit relieved."
"Good to hear."
"We meet again, then," a singing voice said.
All four spirits turned to see an enormous glowing orb.
"Oh, I see..." Magus muttered, "you are what we
called 'the entity', am I correct?"
"Yes," the orb smiled, "and now it is time for you
to regain the memory of your earlier lives."
And with those words, it sent a warm wave of light towards the
As soon as there were life, there were souls. Even though they
had started as insects and grown to animals through the
evolution, to finally reach the first humans...
"I was Kino!?" Glenn stuttered.
Then he laughed.
"You got the girl, I see," Cyrus smiled, "I was a
Nu, can you believe it?"
"And I was a woman of the Ioka-tribe," Schala smiled.
She turned to Magus.
"How about you, brother?"
"None of your business..." Magus muttered.
The three others looked at him.
"Come now, lord Magus," Cyrus said, "I admitted I
was a Nu. It can't be worse than that..."
"Indeed it can."
Glenn looked at the warlock's soul, frowning (if spirits could do
such a thing). Then his jaw suddenly dropped.
"Magus," the knight slowly said, "tell me not that
thee was Azala the reptite...?"
The warlock gave a cold smile.
"I see now why I hated you so deeply, you little pest,"
Glenn gave a short laugh.
"I do hope we dideth not fight our way through the whole
He suddenly thought about something.
"If I was Kino..." he slowly said, "where is
"She is still alive in 650 AD," the entity answered,
"and I think you know her well even in your last life. Souls
very often follow each other, you see."
"Indeed. And your next life... and next, and next..."
Memories flowed softly into Glenn's soul. He was a fox, a chief,
a hunter, a swallow, an earthbound one in 12000 BC...
At the last point he caught and held a memory that came to him.
He saw Crono, Marle and Robo grimly walk towards the beast's
lair, aiming for the mountain of Woe. With his young voice he
tried to warn them, but they only looked kindly down at him and
smiled. As the child he had been, he had not known anything else
than that nobody returned from the nest. He smiled. Those three
people would return...
Growing up, finding love... Ayla's soul drifted close to his many
times, in different bodies all the time. She had slightly
different personalities all the time, but so had he. Cyrus, Magus
and Schala were also there somewhere, most of the time. But
Ayla/Lenee was there all the time, loveable... Glenn smiled
Life after life after life... a lot of painful memories, but also
many happy once. That's life.
And at long last, he experienced everything in his life as Glenn
and Frog. Cyrus, Magus, Ozzie, Lenee, Crono, Marle, Lucca, Robo,
Ayla, the Masamune, Lavos...
Glenn frowned. Ayla... Lenee... Marle...?
Putting them beside each other, they seemed to combine in his
memory, becoming... all the same spirit.
"Oh, my..." he mumbled.
There was something with Robo and Lucca too, something that no
living being could think of. Only spirits could discover
something like this. They weren't the same soul, but they were
"Hideous!" Magus exclaimed, smiling broadly.
He had understood as well.
"I was with you all the time against Lavos, Janus,"
Schala smiled, "or rather, I will be. I'm not reborn
"But where do I come in?" Magus said, "there is no
more room for me..."
"There will be," the entity smiled, "you'll see.
Because of your help against Lavos, I have decided to never allow
that you are parted from Schala's soul like you were last time,
Janus of Zeal."
"No wonder we made such a team, eh?" Cyrus smiled.
He laughed and seemed to drift away.
"I will see you in the future, Glenn! And you too, Magus and
Schala!" he called and was gone.
"Good luck, but I guess I don't have to say that for real,
huh?" the entity smiled.
Glenn felt the light softly move up around him. Another life
"I guess I will only be at your side as Magus," the
warlock's soul smiled, "so give Lavos a few extra hits from
my soul, you two."
"Bye for a while, Janus," Schala called with a warm
The light was everywhere, warm, smoothing, welcoming...
Season unknown, Proto dome, 2300 AD.
He removed the lock from his scanning censors. There was a young
man with pointy hair, a blond woman in the man's age with a
ponytail and not appropriate clothing, and another young woman
with a helmet with big glasses. None of them wore clothes of a
type stored in his database.
"Good morning," the blond woman said.
"Mo..." he murmured.
Memory damaged. Repairing as much as possible... complete.
"Good morning, mistress," he said, "what is your
"I'm not your 'mistress'," the young woman smiled,
She turned to the young man.
"... And this is Crono..." turned to the other woman,
"and Lucca, here, fixed you up."
He turned to bow at the last one.
"Understood. Madam Lucca fixed me."
Lucca shook her head.
"Just Lucca will do," she said.
"Impossible," he kindly explained and moved the upper
part of his head, "that would be rude."
"Look, I hate formal titles!" Lucca said and looked at
her friends with a peculiar smile, "don't you, Marle?"
The blond woman giggled, as if she found something amusing about
"Hate 'em!" she said.
Follow suggestion. Memory update...
"I understand, Lucca," he said.
Lucca smiled at him.
"All right," she said, "now what's your
Ordered unknown. Serching memory for resembling... completed.
"Ah, my serial number. It is R66-Y."
"R66-Y?" Lucca repeated, smiling broadly,
"No!" Marle said, "that won't do at all! Come on,
Crono, let's give him a better name."
The young man was silent at first. Then he said:
"How about 'Robo'?"
"Robo... Robo..." Marle said, testing the word, "
She smiled at him.
"Your new name is Robo, OK?"
"I am... Robo. Data storage complete"
If he'd have lips, he'd maybe been smiling without knowing why.
These people seemed strangely familiar to him, though Robo
couldn't find them in his memory circuits.
Robots normally didn't have a soul. But this robot was special.
And he had been a Nu, a hunter's companion, a fox and a knight
slain by a warlock in earlier lives, to name a few.
Midsummer, 1002 AD, town of Truce.
Marle rushed past the many houses, ignoring the strange looks she
got from the people she passed.
"Lucca, Lucca, Lucca...!" she yelled as the inventor
suddenly came out from one of the shops.
"What is it, Marle?" Lucca said.
The princess halted for half a second, then walked on, faster and
"Come, Lucca!" she shouted, "we have to see Crono
The inventor-girl didn't understand at all, but hurried after her
"What's wrong?" Lucca called, "you look like
you've seen a ghost!"
"Not exactly," Marle yelled, "but sort of!"
Princess Nadia, aka Marle, reached Crono's house and knocked
once. Without waiting for any form of answer from inside, she
swung the door open and rushed inside.
Lucca came into the house just in time to see the aquarellic
green, lose pants disappear up the stair.
"What's happening, dear?" Crono's mom asked, concerned,
"is something wrong with Marle?"
"I don't know..." Lucca began.
Marle came rushing down the stair, with Crono's hand in her. He
staggered down the stair behind his girlfriend, and was more or
less dragged outside.
"Come on, Lucca!" the princess yelled.
"What's happening, Marle?" Crono shouted.
"I have to show you..." she gasped, sounding almost as
if she was sobbing, "hurry!"
"But what is..."
Midsummer, 1002 AD, cemetery of Truce, royal plateau.
"Oh, my..." Lucca mumbled.
"I never considered that he actually would be gone..."
Marle mumbled, "I knew, but... and I only came to give
mother some flowers... just happened to look closer and..."
Her voice trailed off.
It was a humble cross. Simple, yet somehow friendly and
trustworthy. Which was amazing, due to the fact that it was the
cross of a tomb.
The text said:
576 - 650 AD
Guardian of queen Lenee, known as Frog, wielder of the Masamune
We will miss you, friend
Rest in peace
Marle had stopped in the forest and told her two friends to pick
two bouquets of flowers. Now she and Lucca put one each on Frog's
tomb. Crono stood still, watching the graves.
"What are you thinking?" Marle carefully asked.
"That... it's strange..." Crono slowly said, "but
I always had a strange feeling when I was around Frog... as if
I'd always knew him, could read his mind before he spoke. I even
started thinking in his way of speaking for a while... hardly
He looked up and said, rather embarrassed:
"I know it sounds weird..."
Marle and Lucca said nothing at first. Then Lucca said:
"No, it doesn't sound weird... maybe there's a logical
reason, but I don't want to think of such a one..."
"What?" Marle carefully asked.
Lucca shook her head and stared at the ground.
"When we were in the Ocean Palace and Schala... I was
shocked by Crono's disappearance, yet it seemed to me like I
wanted to cry for Janus, queen Zeal and the kingdom itself too.
But not for Schala... it's strange... no, I don't know what I'm
"And we didn't even know about Janus being thrown into a
Gate then!" she muttered, uneasy, "just the shock, I'm
sure that's it."
But it did not sound as if she was sure.
The three young people were silent for a moment.
"Me and Ayla always went well together," Marle finally
mumbled, "I was always so excited when she went into
battle... it was as if I was with her all the time. And look at
She pointed at the grave beside Frog's.
Queen Lenee, King Guardia XXI's wise and beautiful queen
585 - 662 AD
We will meet again beyond the portal
Rest in peace
"If she had been killed by Yakra, I would have been..."
Crono wrapped his arms around her.
"You always had a special bond," he softly said.
"But you know..." Marle slowly whispered, "I don't
think that it really was... death... when I disappeared. I've
been thinking about it... and it was somehow wrong. I can't
"Well, you wasn't really dead," Lucca said in a low,
soft voice, "you just wasn't born..."
"And thank God we managed to save you," Crono said and
stroke Marle's cheek with his fingers.
The princess hugged him tightly. When she slowly released him,
Crono sat down on one knee and placed one of his clumsily put
together bouquets on Frog's grave. He had never been good at
picking flowers, but he knew that Frog would have felt the will
was more important than the result.
"Rest in peace, my friend," he mumbled, and suddenly
felt a peculiar bubble in his chest, almost as a laughter. He was
amazed to find something like that in a moment like this, but the
feeling faded as soon as it had came.
He stood up, slowly.
"Marle, what's the other boquette for?" Lucca carefully
The blond girl shuddered.
"That's so strange, but... look here."
She sat down by the tomb on the other side of Frog's. Grass had
been growing on it, but some of it had been ripped off and bent
aside. It seemed as if Marle had been going berserk on the grass
for a moment as she had seen the grave, probably angry about that
nobody had cared about it for such a long time. There were moss
and long dead grass below the green plants; nobody had taken care
of the tomb in ages.
Nobody had cared, since there'd been none who dared, or felt that
it was their business.
"Oh..." Crono whispered.
"But... but...?" Lucca stuttered, "how?"
Marle had bent the grass aside again, and there were tears in her
"Look!" she sobbed, "nobody's even taking the
grass from his grave! It's not fair!"
Janus of Zeal, brother of Schala
Also known as Lord Magus
? - 650 AD
Turned Sir Frog/Glenn back to a human with his last breath
May God save your soul and give you a second chance
Lucca fell to her knees and grabbed the grass, ripping it away as
if it was a virus trying to destroy the grave completely.
"It's true! Not fair!" she sobbed, "he was always
alone... why doesn't anybody care for his memory?!"
Crono sat down and helped the two young women to clean the area.
"Alone..." the male one of the three mumbled,
"yes, that's what he was. A monster and a murderer, but our
ally and... alone."
They removed all the grass and moss, carefully not to make a
mess. Then they placed their flowers on the earth. Marle picked a
dry flower from the side of the road and opened the cocoons of
its seeds above the grave. The seeds fell on the dark earth, and
the princess carefully pressed them below the surface.
"It's a Morningglory-dwarflily," Marle explained in a
low voice, "also known as Forgiveme. They'll start growing
and cover him... much better than grass, right?"
"That's wonderful, Marle," Lucca said in a thick voice.
They sat silent for a moment. Then they stood up and left the
cemetery without another word. Somewhere along the way, Marle
wrapped her arm around Crono's waist, and he draped his arm
around her shoulders. Lucca walked in her own thoughts. Funny how
life was. Marle had found the graves of one dear friend and
somebody who had been on the brink of not even being an ally, yet
somehow a distant friend... and now Marle and Crono sought for
comfort together, as the couple they were. They wouldn't forget,
they would feel the loss. Lucca would too. But life went on.
Those words made Lucca think about her mother, and felt a small
twirl in her chest.
Lara was pregnant. Lucca would soon have a brother or sister.
'A brother,' she thought, 'it'll be a brother.'
She was sure. How, she didn't know. But it would be a brother,
and that's that. She had somehow always known that she would have
a smaller brother. It just felt right.
Crono softly gave Marle's shoulders a squeeze.
Frog... Magus... but it was only life. They had found peace, and
hopefully a bright afterlife. Crono carried the strong belief
that Magus' crimes could be forgiven because of his reasons and
his importance in the battle against Lavos. That had to be
considered, or else there was no justice at all. And Crono
believed in justice.
'Be well, my friends,' he thought.
There was the strange bubble in his chest again. He allowed it to
become a smile.
Marle thought about how Frog had helped Crono and Lucca save her
from non-existence, and how she had seen Magus for the first
time. He had been about to create Lavos, at least that had been
what she had thought that time. Then... his story was shocking,
so filled with pain and loss.
'Please, let him have found Schala... he didn't deserve his
destiny,' she thought, 'nobody would have...'
She hadn't really trusted him as they had worked together, but
even though his intentions might have been egoistic, he had been
vital in the battle against Lavos. They had needed him. Maybe he
had known that, and maybe it could have touched his frozen heart.
'Thank you for everything, Magus and Frog. Rest in peace,' she
She noticed that Crono looked at her, and tried to smile at him.
But the feeling of loss still held its grip around her heart. It
needed to stay there for a while, to soothe the memories.
Crono touched Marle's cheek, with the movement telling her that
she didn't have to try being brave in a moment like this. He
didn't feel very strong either right then.
It was getting late. The three friends parted, and they went to
"What was that all about, dear?" Crono's mum asked as
he stepped inside of the house.
"Marle just found..."
Crono hesitated. Then he decided to tell his mother.
"She had found the graves of two of our friends. Frog and
"Oh, that's sad to hear, dear."
His mum gave him a hug.
"Well, you know what I always believed," she warmly
said, "that one doesn't stay dead for long, new lives await
"It's a nice thought, mum," Crono nodded with a smile.
"Yes," she smiled and pointed at the five cats on the
coach, "look, maybe that pale one, what was his name, Magus,
is Macavity now? How about it?"
Crono had to laugh at that.
"Well, I guess a red tiger-striped cat isn't exactly Magus'
style..." he said and hugged his mum, "but thanks, I
feel much better."
"That's good to hear, dear. Now have some dinner before it
A while later, Crono went up to his room and lay down on his bed.
For a while he thought of nothing and everything all at the same
time. Then he bent down and reached under the bed. One of the
sleep-wagon's legs had a loose piece of wood, but only Crono knew
about it. As a kid, he had hid all kinds of stuff there, things
he had found treasures and wanted to keep secret. Some of those
things had begun to smell after a few days, and a couple of times
his mum had been close to discovering the hiding place.
There was a small box there now, and it would definitely not
smell. Crono carefully grabbed it and then sat up in his bed,
leaning his back against the wall. He took a deep breath and
slowly opened the small box. Two golden rings glistened in the
evening sun. It had taken him half a year to even dare to buy
them. Then he had gone to the village of Medina to get the rings,
where the pe... well, monsters didn't know him. So that nobody
would find out.
He would ask her tomorrow. This time he would. For sure. What's
to fear? Crono sighed.
He had told himself that he "would ask tomorrow". For a
whole year he had thought about it. He never dared to. What
No "what if". For all the good powers, he had faced
monsters hundreds of times! Could it be worse to propose?
He would have needed someone to lean against. Not Lucca... she
was a girl... woman too. And there was only his mum... his dad
was gone since he'd been a kid. Crono's thoughts went back to
Frog and Magus. Ayla was also gone. And also...
He shook his head. Think like that and you'll go crazy! They
could be alive, they were alive... in another time.
"I need some support..." Crono mumbled.
You're asking me for support in such a question?
It was almost as hearing Magus' harsh voice, and his imagined
words were followed by a very short, dry laugh.
I am not some kind of cherub with a bow, you know. Do you
think that I'd even care?
Crono smiled. Magus would maybe not use those exact words, but
"Imagine that one could actually miss you, you
psychopath," the young man mumbled.
Order your slices fast, because otherwise I'll start cutting
you in as many pieces as I myself find satisfying, boy.
Dare to touch a hair on his head and I wilst useth Masamune
for its true purpose, dark wizard.
Crono felt that bubble again as he imagined Frog's voice. Yes,
that was exactly what Frog would say... simple, direct, honest.
He's an idiot, Magus' imaginary voice said, he's asking
us about how he should be brave enough to propose to
'Tis so? Crono, thy heart is brave in battle, yet it fears to
touch another soul. 'Tis honorable, my dear comrade, it proves
"How can that be?" Crono asked, puzzled.
Even I know that, Magus sneered, courage in battle is
completely different from courage in feelings. I killed all
feeling to become a stronger warrior. Do you understand my point,
"I see..." Crono mumbled.
He suddenly thought about something.
"But Magus, you still loved Schala. Admit that."
His imagination could not create an answer, because he knew that
Magus wouldn't have said anything at that.
The silence speaketh the truth, Frog grinned.
Why did I choose a frog? What's wrong with worms, really...?
Magus thoughtfully snapped.
Crono smiled again. Magus and Frog would never change, whether
they were real or imagined.
"I guess you choose a frog because Ozzie was suggesting the
spell," Crono teased.
He would earn a tiny, cold smile for that, for sure. And Frog
would snort but smile a bit anyhow, probably.
Getting back to the subject, Magus said, if you don't
even dare to propose to Marle, then I'm ashamed about that I
fought on your side against Lavos, coward.
'Tis not a matter of that kind of courage, using thy own words,
Frog pointed out.
Take thy chance, my comrade, he said, take our advice
and go to thy love with thy question. Alas, now I haveth been
aided in another task by Magus... such a shame.
You don't know anything about shame, you pathetic insect-eater. I
had to team up with a group of weaklings in order to fight my
Alas, poor evil wizard... Frog smirked.
Crono looked out of the window. It was midsummer, the sun would
stay up the whole night. He didn't know how late it was. But what
"Thanks guys," Crono smiled and put his feet on the
floor, "I'm sorry I couldn't invite you to the
Maybe we will be there anyhow, Magus said, and Frog gave a
short laugh, maybe we will...
"Where are you going, dear?" Crono's mum asked as he
tried to put on both shoes at the same time.
He looked up with glistening eyes and held up his right hand. A
small box rested in his palm.
"I'm going to propose to Marle, mum!"
"Oh, that is wonderful, dear! I'll cook the wedding meal,
don't worry about that..."
"Thanks, mum! Bye!"
There were still some people around outside. That showed that it
wasn't very late after all. But it didn't matter. If Marle had
gone to sleep already, Crono would break into her room. Nothing
could stop him now. Not even Lavos would have stood a chance.
This time, he would do it.
Normally I never write stuff like this. But I guess that there
are times when everyone feels like they want to create something
a bit bittersweet.