ALFADOR

Legacy of Guile

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A/N: I finally forced myself to write up some Guile/Magus (Janus)/Alfador fic. Guile, Magus, and Alfador have always been my top Chrono series favorites, and, well, I was thinking of how to put it together.
Another fic in this section gave me an idea as to what to do, and I hope the author won't mind me using his story as inspiration for this.
I'm still a bigger Mario series fan, but, you know, I'll write this up in my spare time. Its an epic fic. Its more Guile centric then Magus/Janus. Some appearances of Serge and Glenn (Cross, not Trigger).

Note that I haven't beaten Chrono Cross yet, I just got to Another World as Lynx.

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What is real... what is guile?

He stood alone at Telmina Tavern, drowning his sorrows in a mug of mead. Questions attacked his mind, and he could only shake his head and mutter under his breath at the agonizing thoughts. Resting a hand on his temple and elbow on the table, he began to idly stir his drink with his mind, for being a magician, he could control matter around him, at least for a little while. He was not as experienced as he would want to be.

“Sir? Can I get you anything?” The waitress stood near him, worry in her eyes. “You look very depressed.”

People in Telmina were always kind, talking to complete strangers. It made him feel.. emotional. He couldn't put his finger on what emotion it was.

“I'm... fine, I guess.”

The waitress continued to look at him. She then sat down at the table, pulling up a chair so she could sit across from him. “What's wrong with your eyes, if you don't mind me asking? You seem scarred.

He touched the strange scars under his eyes, then spoke, “I should hide these... I don't want to draw attention to myself...” He sighed, “I don't remember how I got these scars. I don't even remember...” his voice trailed. “Nevermind.”

“What's your name? I'm Selene.” She said, interlocking her fingers and placing her hands under her chin.

“I'm...” he hesitated. “A... A... Alf...” he paused, blinking slowly, then he spoke loudly. “...Guile. My name is Guile.”

He didn't know why the word 'guile' popped into his mind when he told the woman his name. Alfador was his name, but he was beginning to deny it. He began to deny everything he ever stood for. Finding his own life deceived by itself, he found it more fitting just to have the townsfolk call him Guile.

“Well, its nice to finally meet you, Sir Guile.” Selene smiled. “If you need anything, just ask, okay?”

“Alright...” Alfador, or rather, Guile, thought for a moment. He had long, lavender hair which was loosly braided to keep it from flowing too much, and was lying across his back. His bangs, considerably shorter then his hair, hung lazily in front of his face, partially concealing ugly scars which rested around his eyes.

He wore a white robe with yellow décor around the loose, broad sleeves. Beneath this robe was a tight, black piece of armor around his middle. He wore white pants, and black boots over that.

He stood up, then spoke, “thank you for your time. I must be going. I have something I need to take care of.”

He moved so smoothly it was hard to see whether he was walking or floating. If one looked at his feet, they wouldn't even see them touching the ground- it was almost as if he was hovering across the ground like a ghost.

With so many mysteries bombarding his mind, it made him question his origins. Was it just a dream?

Am I really... a... little boy's cat...?

TO BE CONTINUED