by
Ellone Leonhart-Loire
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PROLOGUE: I Will
Find Him
I vowed my oath
to him. No time, no dimension, no world can ever separate the power of
need... the power of friendship.. the power of love?
The world today had
become so blurry to me that I could barely even remember what exactly
happened. Princess Schala Zeal, they said. I was nothing but a
"daughter-clone" of Princess Schala Zeal, they said. I still refused to
believe that. I would rather had her be my mother or whatever or maybe
even some person who coincidentally was born looking like me. I was a
clone they said but she and I had nothing in common except looks. And they
also said that I existed to protect the Chrono Trigger. After the battle
with the Time Devourer and the release of the princess using the Chrono Cross,
they said everything was over. Both worlds--- my world and the world of
the Chrono Trigger--- merged in to one. But the most painful result with
that was that each and every one of our friends including the Chrono Trigger
would lose their memories of what happened. This would also mean that they
would lose memories of all the people they have met and grown attached
to.
But not me. Bloody hell I would never forget. I'm still
Kid... I know that myself. I am no clone of some princess, even if we were
physically alike. I am me. I am who I am. An individual... an
independent traveller--- a Radical Dreamer. They said my destiny was to be
with the Chrono Trigger and protect the Chrono Trigger from danger.
Everything was over, they said. But my destiny was far from over; no, not
yet. I was born alone in the first place and I even grew up more alone
than I was when that bloody bastard Lynx took Sis away from me and burned our
home down to the ground. It was a total shock that Lynx HAD to be
connected to the Chrono Trigger--- time and history sure loved to play games
with humanity, don't they?
FATE was being so unfair to me ever since I
was newly born to this world. Was I really born to be alone? If so
then why did they say that the Chrono Trigger was my destiny? I can never
forget that one fateful day at Cape
Howl. A young, confused boy stood
there in front of his own grave--- and three armed knights just had to bully
him, mistakenly calling him a ghost of the one lying beneath that rock. He
looked completely lost, unaware of what just happened to him at this
situation. Who knows what would have happened to him if I did not happen
to be there at the same place. After warding off those three knights, I
felt so obliged to take a glimpse of him--- even if it was just a one-time
glimpse. Those eyes--- those emerald blue eyes--- really struck me right
through my own. Right away I knew he was just more than an ordinary
youngster with no knowledge of what just happened. That day made me feel
like the Dragon Gods (or whatever, Goddess of Fate?)
finally gave me a break
of being on my own. I found someone whom I can call my
friend.
"How's about you and me team up for awhile, eh, mate?"
He
was a silent, softspoken lad. I did not mind, actually, since I kind of
caught the vibes that he was not of this world. Silent, yes, but
definitely not naive. I wanted to shout with glee towards the world when
he accepted my offer of hanging out with him and help him figure out why those
three knights decided to bully him in the first place. I never knew that
he and I would lead to something even bigger than just a reason why they bullied
him just like that.
"Ya look tired, so let's go rest up a bit down in
Arni... oh... and don't do
anything funny 'cuz I'm cute and
all..."
That was really uncalled for, now that I thought about it.
But he just stood there with no single movement of reaction. Yes, I
thought to myself. He was one peculiar chap. Maybe he had his own
fancy of his own, I thought. But I decided not to think about it. We
just met that day. The very next day, we were off to Termina--- the
seaside town famous for the Termina Festival and the haven of the mighty Acacia
Dragoons.
Right now I looked out towards the sea, thinking of the first
thing that I should do to start my worldwide quest to find him. Termina, I
thought. Of course! Hopefully the old chaps and lasses of Termina
would remember our dear friend. Sir Glenn, Sir Karsh, the blacksmith
Zappa, the magician Guile, even that wanna-be hero chap Pierre... and little Van
even... and the ex-wrestler pastor Greco. Why not?
Right away I
headed to my small haven to prepare myself. I packed up everything that I
needed and boarded my small canoe. I can feel my heart fluttering with joy
and hope. I knew I can never do this alone, but it was
necessary for me
to have support along my way. I can also feel that he was waiting there
for me--- his protector--- his reason why he won over the Goddess of Fate and
the Six Dragon Gods.
I will be there, Serge. You just wait and
see. I hope you still remember me when we meet again. I want to hear
your voice shouting for my name.
I'm on my way to find you now,
Serge. Please wait for me.
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