Echoes Of the Heart

Book 1: Janus and the Man that Became

Insanity leads to chaos,

Then to solitude...

The fruitless effort of adding

Meaning to what is meaningless.

A lone, crimson tear

Falls to the sea...

The echo of the remaining star

Cries out in the infinite vacuum

The least I can do

Is send my distant prayers

Over the wind of time

Setting sail on dreams

A/N and disclaimer: I do not own Chrono Trigger, characters mentioned (except for Angeline), or story plot. This story is being written for the sake of writting a story. Warning: OC. I have decided that this story will not contain much of any romance. It is most likely that readers will mistake my intentions of attempting to write a decent romance. Not gonna bother. Hate reading romances, anyways. lol

Thanks to Ganheim for his review/beta.

Chapter One

Upon a Rock

He sat still upon a rock, watching as the moonbeams fell from the sky, casting a heavenly glow upon the statue before him. The statue was beauty in palpable form. She was a young woman. Long onyx curls tumbled over her cloaked shoulders. Her eyes wandering to the sky, wishing she could leave this world and fly off to the heavens. She was barefooted and arms outstretched. She truly didn't belong on this earth or in this forgotten cave, for that matter.

Crimson eyes never were thrown by my way, so I decided to watch along with him. He knew I was there, watching him and I knew he knew I was watching him. It was an unspoken deal made between him and us; he was to go as he pleased, so long as he wouldn't mind either of us to follow. He did not argue or complained, he just continued his business as normal.

It may have been minutes, or perhaps hours, but neither of us gave it mind. Suddenly, he rose from his seat, never looking back to the girl and walked out of the cave.

"Frog." He spat without much venom.

"Magus." I replied as I walked into the cave.

The woman seemed too familiar to let the feeling be ignored. Crono would find the man, I was certain. The cave was made hidden on purpose, only to be known to one man, and one man alone. Yet he didn't mind to share. I knelt to the golden plaque placed beneath her feet. A smile fell to my lips.

"Angeline." It was scribed in dainty writting, "I wouldn't suppose this would be the statue of Angeline, the Silencer."

Angeline, Cyrus spoke of her constantly, so intricied by her tragic story that he couldn't seem to abolish her name. A woman whom hung between the likes of Human and Mystic, belonged to none and loved by none, used as a weapon for the Mystics and lay ruin in her wake. Cyrus heard of fights, however the one whom managed to fight her never spoke of it; seeing as dead men speak no tales. Yet, she spared Porre in the light of a young lass.

Angeline, a woman never loved by any heart. Yet here he was, watching dead memories incased into an onyx statue. Loved by the only heart that could love her, a man inbetween, belonged to no one, lost everything, and loved by none.

A/N: Corrected and reviewed (to the best of my abilities)