Disclaimer: I don't own Chrono Trigger, but I wish I did.
I'd like to start by thanking Gibson18 for writing his really good fic ''Chrono Trigger: The Sands of Time''. It's one of the things that inspired me to write my own. Which, by the way, will be a novelization of the game, except with an added character of my own. I actually just wondered what I'd be like if I were a part of the Chrono Trigger universe and voilà! Won't say anymore other than please enjoy!
Chrono Trigger: The Untold Story
The Beginning of a Special Day
It started out like any other normal summer day in the kingdom of Guardia. The sun shone brightly on the fresh morning dew, sparkled the sea's peaceful, unmoving surface and lit the plants, animals and faces of the people already up and about. At the heart of this wondrous land, stood Guardia Castle. It rose magesticly above the forest that surrounded it, it's stone structure standing taller than all the other buildings in the nearby towns and villages. From here, ruled King Guardia the 33rd. He lived only with his daughter, Princess Nadia, as the queen had passed away some time ago. Although, there was no lack of guards, servants, cooks and other such people to accompagny them.
East of the castle was the town of Truce. A goodly sized place with a fair number of people living in the town itself and on the outskirts. In the cerulean skys above, seagulls flew in large flocks because of Truce's proximity to the water. They passed over people making their way from their houses towards Leene Square. Decorations had been hung about quite lavishly in celebration for the thousand years that Guardia had stood as a nation. In the center of the square, was an old silvery gray bell. It looked almost fragile because of the crack that ran across it from the bottom to about halfway up. But, upon closer inspection, one could see that it was still quite solid despite it's old age.
It had been forged by a master smith at the end of the war that had happened 400 years ago. It was a bloody struggle that pit humans against a nation of creatures that were called Mystics. They mostly looked similar to different animals, some of them had a thougher skin than humans, a little like leather. They varied in sizes, from the smaller green skinned imps, to the larger, massive orcs. They had been known to engage in barbaric practices like eating their enemies, torturing them and ripping their bodies apart while not even waiting for the victim to be dead. Though most of those rumors were nothing but fanciful tales, made up by humans to justify their hate against them. Mystics now lived in the land of Medina, east of Guardia Kingdom. Though some minor tensions stilled remained between the two races, peace reigned ever since the end of the war.
The bell gave off a soft, yet persistant chime. It's sound reverberated across the town tricklying with people and into the outskirts. In one particular residence near the shore, lived three people. It was a modest house, had one room for each person living in it, another for storage and a common room for cooking and other such things. It was well built, with a small shed nearby for stocking firewood, a little henhouse holding a few chickens and a small flourishing garden dug in the ground next to it.
A light breeze flew from the shoreline, merging with the bell's music as it entered the house through one of the rooms' windows. The wind moved the curtains slightly, allowing a thin beam of sunlight to go into the otherwise dim room.
''Crono,'' a soft voice spoke.
''Crono,'' it repeated again.
''Crono. Wake up will you?''
The youth in question slowly began to blink his eyes open after the third call. As his sight began to come to him, he took notice of his mother leaning over him. She was a woman of small build, had blond hair that fell just below her shoulders in a single braid and big brown eyes. She wore a sturdy orange wool dress as well as an apron tied around her back. Her facial features did not betray the fact that she was in her early forties, for she had the look of one a few years younger.
''Ge manin ma.'' He spoke in a voice befuddled by sleep, his words barely comprehendible. She smiled to herself, apparently amused by his condition.
''Finnally you've managed to wake up. You were sleeping so hard a lighting bolt striking next to your bed probably wouldn't have bothered you.'' He yawned and stretched out his limbs in an effort to rid himself of his tiredness. While he did so, his mother walked to the window. It was covered by the curtains in order to dim the lights within the room. She grabbed a handful of each curtain and pulled them apart, letting the morning sun shine through and illuminate the room along with the people inside.
Crono placed a hand over his eyes to shield them from the light. ''Ahh mom! It's too bright! Can't you just close the drapes please?" he pleaded.
"And let you fall back too sleep? I don't think so. The fair has already started, if you stay in bed much longer you'll miss it all." To emphasize her point, she pulled the sheets off of him.
"Ok, ok. Just let me get dressed at least." She waited for him to get up and go to his closet before deciding that he wouldn't go back to bed. She went to leave his room, but when she reached the door she turned around.
"When you're finished, can you go wake up your brother?" she asked.
Crono looked up at her, one foot halfway in his pant leg. "Sure, no problem."
"Good. However, no matter what your method for doing so, it can't involve water." He had a bit of a disappointed look on his face because of her limitation.
"Yes mother. I promise not to make a mess of it." The reason behind his disappointement was the way that his brother had used to wake him up the previous morning. Knowing her boys well enough had caused her to predict a need for revenge from Crono. She closed the door behind her and left him to get dressed in private.
By the time he was finished, Crono wore a dark green undershirt, a blue tunic, beige colored pants, a leather belt and a pair of brown leather boots. He cast a quick glance a himself in the mirror hanging on the wall. His reflection showed a youth of 18 years old, with deep green eyes and short spiky red hair held up by a white headband. His body was well toned all around, a fact that was more evident by looking at his muscular arms. Satisfied with his apparel, he made his way to his brother's room.
It was decorated in a similar fashion to his own. A closet in one corner, a small desk to work on, a shelf on the wall holding a few things and a single bed. On it, slept his brother Kyle. If not for a few minute details, one would have thought that they were twins, despite the fact that Crono was the older by a year. Their hair was the same color and style, they were built quite similarly and their eyes were like mirrors. But Kyle's nose was a little smaller and he was about an inch shorter in height.
With a mischievous smile on his face, Crono crept up to him, avoiding any creeky floorboards and making as little noise as possible.
"Kyle," he whispered softly.
"Kyle," he repeated, only a little louder. Kyle continued to sleep, completely oblivious to his brother's intentions. Crono then took a deep breath and leaned in close to his head.
"KYLE!" he shouted as loud as he could.
Kyle woke with a start and in his surprise, fell out of his bed, face first on the floor. "OW! What the heck was that for?"
"One word. Payback," he replied with a satisfied smirk on his face.
Kyle rubbed his nose as he sat amidst his sheets on the floor. "It suppose it could possibly have been worse. Although I'll still get you for this you know. Some way or another."
"I'll be on guard. For now, you should get dressed. Mom's making breakfast before we go to the fair."
"Alright, just give me a minute. So, if you'd be so kind as to show your way out?" Crono closed the door as he walked towards the common room. After finnally managing to separate himself from his bedsheets, Kyle went to get dressed. He looked into his closet for a moment before taking out what he decided that he wanted to wear. He decked himself in a brown shirt, a darkish green tunic of the same style as his brother, blue pants and brown leather boots. He finished by tying a green headband on his forehead and a black belt around his waist to which he attached a small knife that he used for carving little wooden figurines. He quickly made his bed before grabbing a pouch in which a placed a few things and also attached to his belt.
He walked out of his room and down the stairs. He sat down at the table with his brother. "Morning mom. What's for breakfast?"
"Good morning Kyle. Breakfast will be eggs and bacon. It'll be ready in a minute." He could smell his mother's cooking coming from the stove. It made both his and Crono's mouths water in anticipation. True to her word, a minute later she was setting down two plates with the mentioned food as well as juice and bread. They both ate their food, savoring every bit of it. The eggs came from their chickens, the bread their mother had made the previous day and the bacon was from on of their neighbours' pigs. When they were finished, they went to clean their dishes in the sink, but their mother insisted on doing herself and sending them off to the fair. "Here's some more gold for you two to spend." She gave each of them some money which they placed in their pouches. "Oh! And your friend Lucca came by while you were both off in dreamland. She left this note before leaving."
Lucca was Crono and Kyle's childhood friend. She and her father were inventors. The two brothers often found themselves helping out with whatever crazy project she had in mind. Her hobbies, along with her personality set her apart from most girls her age. She was a fiercely independant young woman who took no insults from anyone, though she was usually 'softer' when around her friends. Crono took the note that his mother handed him and held it out so that his brother would be able to read it as well.
"Crono and Kyle. I came by at eight, but you were both sleeping. I didn't want to wake you up since you were so cranky the last time I did."
"That's because it was at six in the morning when we were out camping," Kyle complained.
"I remember. She was 'just testing' her new alarm clock. It probably woke up half of Guardia," Crono added.
"Anyway, just wanted to remind you that the two of you did promise to come see me and my father's newest invention at the science exhibit located at the far end of the square. Our presentation starts at 9am sharp. Try not to be late this time. I'll be waiting. Lucca"
The two boys looked at the old grandfather clock in the room and saw that it's hands showed 8: 55. Their eyes bugged out as they realized that they only had a few minutes before they would be late. Both slowly turned their heads towards each other, silently telling the other that they needed to run. Just as they were about to do so, their mother held them back. She wrapped her arms around her sons in a warm and firm hug. "I love you. If only your father was alive to see what fine lads you've become. He would have been so proud."
They each put an arm around her to return the embrace. "I love you too mom," they both said.
"Now off you go! I won't have you missing out on all the fun."
"Later." They gave their mother one last farewell before rushing out the door. They both ran at high speeds, neither surpassing the other. They were going as fast as any marathon runner, a fact that was proven when they flew by one making his way to the fair. The two brothers were well known by the people living in the area for being in excellent physical shape. Their fitness was influenced by many factors. For one, they spent a lot of time helping out their mother with the chores around the house. Such as taking care of the chickens and tending to the garden, both of which contributed to keeping their shelves stocked. During the wintertime, they'd go out with a sleigh and an axe to haul wood for fire. They also worked at the docks nearby on occassion and in the village going various jobs to earm a little money for their family.
In their freetime, Crono and Kyle would occassionally watch soldiers train with different weapons. They'd then do the same between themselves, alghough they only used sticks that were shaped in whatever style they preferred. Crono would use a shorter stick that he'd treat like a katana, whereas Kyle favored a longer one that he'd wield like a spear. Not only did they practice fighting with wooden weapons, but also they sparred against each other in wrestling and hand to hand combt. Along with that, they would spend time competing to see which one of them was the fastest runner.
Apart from work and exercise, they did do other things. For example, Crono had discovered some time ago that he had a talent for playing music, especially the flute. When he'd hear a new song that appealed to him, he would practice over and over again until he could practicaly play it without making mistakes. Kyle on the other hand, was better at arts. He did drawings and carved little wooden figurines, some of which he sold and some he collected in his room. Apart from that, he was also good at juggling, but there had been a few accidents when he'd dropped the balls on hs head, much to the amusement of the people watching.
They both came near the edge of the town, neither one falling behind the other. "Getting tired yet?" Kyle asked tauntingly.
"You wish," Crono replied. Each put in one final burst of speed before they reached the first house within Truce's limits that they had chosen as their finish line. Kyle and Crono were now breathing heavily, sweat running freely down their faces. They looked up when they heard giggling nearby. Standing a short distance from them were three blond girls. The girl in the middle wore a yellow skirt and top of the same color, the one to her left was dressed in green and the last one was wearing red. "Hi Emma, Catherine, Kate," Kyle greeted the girls from left to right.
"Helo boys," the three girls responded in unison, smiling at them and batting their eyelashes. The two brother blushed faintly and put a hand on the back of their heads at the girls' actions. More giggling ensued because of the way they reacted.
"So, where are you headed to in such a hurry?" the girl in yellow spoke.
"We've got to get to the science exibit to see Lucca and her father's new invention," Crono explained. "She said it starts at nine, so we need to move it if we don't want to get there too late."
"I'm afraid she was just playing with you. The exibit starts at nine, but they only show thei invention at eleven." Both their mouths dropped open. On the one hand, they were grateful that they now had more than enough time to make it to the science exibit. But on the other, they were stunned by the joke that Lucca had pulled on them. The three girls laughed at their shocked expressions.
"So which one of us arrived first," Kyle asked after having recovered.
"I say it was Crono," Emma answered.
"I think it was Kyle," Kate said.
Catherine thought for a moment before giving her opinion. "I'd have to admit that it was a draw." Crono and Kyle had looks of minor disapointment at not being declared the winner. "You two really are competitive, aren't you?"
"Only for a couple of things," Crono replied. She raised an eyebrow in doubt. "Ok, ok, maybe a little more than that. So why are you three here?"
"We were just tired and wanted to take a break from the crowds."
"Good for you. Well I guess we'll be going now. Nice talking to you." With that, the brothers continued on their way to the fair, though at a more leisurely pace. After a few minutes they arrived at Leene Square. Balloons, garlands, ribbons and confetti of all sorts of colors hung from nearly every place possible. There were all sorts of rides, games and stalls. In one area was a small petting zoo and in another, stood a large tent with a sign naming it 'The House of Horrors'. People of different nations walked about, mingling without problems. From dark skinned to a nearly white pale, tall, short, young and old.
"Wow! The place sure does look nice," Kyle exclaimed.
"Yeah! Well, this is where we part. Catch you later bro." Crono gripped his sibling's hand and gave him a pat on the back that was returned before they went about their own way.
Kyle walked about for some time, simply taking in the sights, occasionally talking to a few people. He came up to a game in which the objective was to hit a plank with a sledge hammer. The other end would then rise up and lift a stone that would ring a bell at the top if the person hit hard enough. "Greetings good sir," the man managing the game spoke. "If you're feeling strong today, then step right up. All you need to do is ring the bell three time out of five to win. Up for it?"
"Yeah, I think I'll give it a try." The man gave Kyle the sledge hammer and motioned for him to go ahead. He held the hammer behind his back and swung it forward in a vertical arc with all his might. He hit the plank which flipped up and sent the stone rocketing to ring the bell. He repeated the same motion twice, both with the same success. "That was fun. So what did I win?"
"Well done sir," he said, still shocked a little by Kyle's strength. "You won fifteen silver tokens to spend in the fair."
"Thank you." Kyle turned around and continued exploring the fair. He got to a part that had been cleared for foot races. Kyle walked to a man standing behind a desk. He had a sign that showed this as the place for betting silver tokens on the competitors.
"Hello sir. Care to place a bet? The next race will begin in a minute."
"Actually, I was just wondering I can participate."
"That you may do. So, what is your name?"
"My name's Kyle. And I'd like to bet fifteen tokens on myself." He reached into his pouch and took out all the little coins he'd earned from the previous game. He placed them on the man's desk who wrote his name down as well as the amount of his wager, before taking his bet and placing it in a bag he held.
"Just walk to the starting line over there and wait for the signal." He pointed at a flag post where the other racers were gathered. There were four other contestants getting ready for the race to begin. Kyle got into the starting position beside the others.
A man holding a flag explained the rules to them. "You have to go around the track twice, first person to finish is the winner. And no playing dirty or you will be disqualified. Now get ready, get set, GO!" He waved his flag to signal them to begin. Kyle immediately took the lead and kept running just ahead of the person right behind him. He felt the air blow on his face as he raced around the track. He continued like this for a moment until the racer behind stuck out his foot and tripped him when the official couldn't see. As Kyle began to fall forward, he covered his head with his arms and let himself drop into a roll. He got up only a moment later, but it had still cost him the lead. He continued to run behind the leader, determined not to let him win. They were at the last stretch when Kyle pushed himself to his limit. He caught up with the cheater who tried to trip his again, but this time he saw it coming and jumped over the offending limb and rushed past the finish line first.
The people watching cheered at his triumph, except for some that had placed their bets against him. "Thank you, thank you very much," he said to the crowd.
He walked off the track to the man at the desk. "Congratulations for your victory. Here are your winnings." He handed him back the fifteen tokens along with an additional thirty.
"Thanks." He walked around until he stopped at a tent which traded silver tokens for various prizes. He looked at the items displayed to check for how many tokens he'd need. "Hi. Can I get that stick?" he pointed at a wooden staff behind the person at the counter.
"Yes sir. Just forty tokens if you please." Kyle fished out the required number of silver tokens and laid them in front of him. The person counted them, then turned around and grabbed the staff which they gave to him. "Have a nice day."
"Same to you." Kyle then went to a bench where he sat down to examine his latest possession. It was almost as tall as him, about two inches thick and was a darkish brown color. He took his carving knife from his belt and got lost in his work. He thinned off a surface from the tip that was about as long as his extended hand. When he was done, the top part of the staff was shaped just like a spear head. He then added some lines and various little designs along the shaft. The most prominent one was below the head, where it looked like a gust of wind was blowing. He put away his knife, picked up the wood shavings and dropped them into a garbage can.
He glanced around to make sure that he had room where he was standing. He tried a few movements with his new weapon to get the feel for it. He did spins, thrusts and parries of different kinds. After doing it for a moment, he decided that he was satisfied. Kyle kept it in hand as he walked some more, using it like a walking stick.
He wandered about until he stopped in front of a long table laden with weapons of all sorts. There were long swords, broad swords, katanas, daggers, spears, bows, crossbows and many more. Whatever the kind of weapon, the metal gleamed in the sunlight. He looked at them closer and could see that none of them had even the tiniest flaw. He could tell that they had to have been forged by an amazingly skilled person for them to be of such high quality. One particular spear caught his eye. It was made entirely of steel, the shaft as well as the head. It shone in the sunlight just like all the other items displayed.
"Well hello there! How may I help you?"
A small round man now stood behind the table. Kyle had been so absorbed by the weapons that he had failed to notice the man walking up to him. He was a strange looking man. He wore clothes that were not of any fashion that Kyle could recognize as being from anywhere nearby. Although, there were many people that wore uncommon clothing for the fair, so he paid no mind to it. He had a broad smile on his face, almost entirely covered by a thick white moustache. His head sported a blue hat trimmed with orange that made Kyle think of the little paper boats that kids made sometimes. Underneath it, his eyes were concealed by a pair of small black spectacles. He spoke in an accent that like his clothing, Kyle was unable to tell where it was from.
"Hello sir. I was just looking at your display of weapons. They're truly remarkable!"
"Thank you. I made them all by myself."
Kyle looked at him with an almost unbelieving look on his face. "Seriously!? You're not joking!?" He shook his head. "Wow! You must be really good! How come I haven't seen you before? I'm sure I would have heard about someone with your amazing skills."
"I live a long distance away from here. I thought that it would be a good opportunity to come here for the fair. Say, you look like you know a bit on the subject of weaponry," the man said, indicating Kyle's 'walking stick'.
He grinned sheepishly as he showed him the wooden weapon. "I made it myself. Just took a good stick and carved away. I usually do smaller things though." He reached into his pouch and retrieved a small wood figure. It was of a plow attached to a large muscular ox.
"Ah! So you're an artisan as well. This is good work."
"Thanks. Umm, I don't suppose I could take a look at this spear?" Kyle pointed to the one he'd been looking at previously.
"Of course you may." He picked it up and passed it to him. Kyle looked at it even more closely, carefully noting every detail he could. To his surprise, even though it was made entirely of metal, it was still fairly light, yet it was very solid. He held the metal spear in his left hand and his wooden one in his right so he could compare them. They were pretty similar in appearance, except for the color. They were the same length, width and the head was shaped about the same as well. The most notable similarity was just below the sharp end, the metal weapon had a design that looked like the one that Kyle had made on his own.
"Strange that they look this similar," Kyle murmured to himself. "It must cost a fortune for something of this quality."
"For a weapon like that one, it would be about three-thousand eight hundred gold pieces."
Kyle's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets upon hearing the amount. Even if he'd known that it would come with a high price tag, it had still surprised him. Although he made money from occasionally selling his pieces of art, he'd never had much for spending himself, seeing as most of it went to support him, his brother and his mother. Regretfully he passed it pack to the strange man. "I'm afraid it's a little too much out of my price range."
"Maybe another time then. Although, tell you what, I can give you something to carry the one you already have."
"Ok then. How much for that?"
"Just trade me that little figurine you showed me a minute ago and you can have this." He showed him an assortment of fine leather straps arranged so he'd be able to carry his wooden spear on his back.
"Really? Thanks." He gave the man the figure he'd asked for and in return he took the sheath for his latest creation. Kyle listened to him as he explained exactly how to put it on and even gave him a little help when he was confused. After finally having placed it around his body, Kyle found himself to still be quite comfortable in it. He placed his spear on his back and took it off as easily as if he were cutting through soft butter with a hot knife.
"So, do you like it?"
"Yes. It feels good and it's easy to access it."
"Glad to see that you do. It was a pleasure doing business with you. If we ever meet again, call me Melchior." Kyle placed his spear on his back again and shook the man's hand.
"Nice to meet you. My name's Kyle. Until next time." Kyle then turned around to continue having fun in the fair. He briefly wondered what Crono was doing, but set the thought aside for now.
I hope that you liked it. Please review if you have comments, suggestions or anything to say. And for anyone who's watched disney's version of beauty and the beast, the idea for the scene with the three girls came from that movie because of the triplets that wear red, green and yellow.