Fan Fiction ❯ The evil rises ❯ Chapter 1: Magus' despair ( Chapter 2 )

The evil rises: Chapter 1

by Lone Gunmen

Disclaimer: I don't own Chrono Trigger or any of it characters. Wish I would, thought. Chrono Trigger and all it characters are owned by Squaresoft. But the man in the white robe and the man in the black robe are mine. Mine! Mwahahahahahahaa! Or actually, I don't even own the black robed guy, what you will see when the story goes forward. Anyway, on with the show.

Time: unknown Place: unknown

The man in the white robe stepped from the blue portal into middle of a blizzard. He turned around, pointed the blue portal, and muttered a single word. The portal closed.He then looked lazily around. He saw the black shape of a mountain in the north, and snow all over him. "Damn weather..." he cursed. He stood there for a long time, thinking. Then he drew a pen and a notebook from inside his robe, and started to make notes:

'1. Find out if there is any human...' he kept a small pause, and wrote off the last word before he continued: '...intelligent activity in the area. 2. Find a safe and peaceful place to build a settlement, best place would be away from other human...' "Hmph, I always make that same mistake" he explained to himself before wrote off the last word and continued: '...intelligent activity on the area, IF there is any. 3. Make some winter clothes! 4. Find out if there are any potential allies, which are strong enough.' He put the notebook and pen back inside his robe, and started to walk towards the mountain.

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Time & place: End of time

Guru Gaspar was in his original place in the end of time, leaning against the lamppost. He was peacefully asleep, as something woke him up, causing him to yelp in terror. Spekkio, Master of war, heard this, and came out from his room, in a shape of a red nu.

"What is it, pops?" He asked from the shaking guru, with startled tone in his voice. He had never seen Gaspar in this condition.

"D-d-did you hear that?" He asked, his voice trembling.

"Hear what?" He asked, and would've given a puzzled look, if he wouldn't have been in a form of a nu.

"The time-space-continuom was...Ripped open. And I mean ripped! Something entered into this world, and it something is evil." Gaspar said.

"Like Lavos?" Spekkio asked.

"No." Gaspar shook his head. "This evil is intelligent, and twisted, and cruel. It is not like Lavos. It is...Something that has always been."

"Wow, sometimes you scare me, pops. And I truly mean it." Spekkio said. "How do you know that?"

"It came so loudly in, that I can sense it. Not for long, thought. Besides, I..."

He stopped, and his eyes widened for a moment. "What is it now?" Spekkio asked.

"Something else came throught as well. But this one was more like... Quiet slash." Gaspar said quietly.

"Is it good for us or bad for us?" Spekkio asked. Gaspar shook his head again. "I don't know. I can't sense it. Like it would be conciously hiding from us."

Spekkio looked him suspiciously. Or, rather he would, if he wouldn't be a nu. "This is a little hard to believe, old man." Spekkio said with a skeptic tone in his voice.

"Are you telling to me that I'm lying?" The Guru asked angrily.

"No, I'm just saying, that maybe you're getting to be old." Spekkio said back.

This frustrated Gaspar even more. "I don't age in the end of time, you know that. And I'm not beginning to be senile." He said with even angrier tone, and his grip around his walking stick tightened, turning his knuckles into white.

"Fine, fine. Calm down! I haven't seen you to lost your nerves since, well, ever." Spekkio said with calming voice.

"This isn't anything to joke with, Spekkio." Gaspar said. "If they are both evil, who knows what might happen."

"We have the seven heroes, rememberer? They destroyed Lavos, why they wouldn't destroy this one? I say, you worry too much, pops." Spekkio said.

"I don't know. They might be physically strong, but what about mentally?" Gaspar said, and gazed to the emptiness of the end of time.

"Well, I'm going back to my room." Spekkio said interrupting his thoughts, and started to walk towards the door. "Call me again if you're having nightmares" He said from the door, before shutting it.

Gaspar stood there, thinking about this new threat, before finally fell back to asleep, leaning against the lamppost.

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Time: 11,999 B.C. Place: North cape

The dark sorcerer, Magus, or as he didn't prefer to be called, Janus, was standing at the north cape, gazing to the sea. He was thinking about his sister, Schala, who had disappeared before the Black Omen had fell to the ocean. After the seven heroes had slayed Lavos, he had spent a year trying to find his beloved sister.

He hadn't changed much in that year. He was still the same vampiric figure with pointed ears, long blue hair and pale skin. He was still wearing a dark blue cloak and black armor, and he still carried the Doomsickle.

As said, he was trying to find his sister. And he was about to give up.

'What does it matter?' he thought 'What does it matter? If I would find her, she propably couldn't recognize me as her brother. Or she woudn't want to. To her I wouldn't be more than a cold prophet with icy heart.' he falled to his knees.

"If Schala is gone, I have nothing to live for." he said aloud. "I don't have anything to live for. All is gone." He rised up, and looked down from the cliff. "I must pay for my sins" he mumbled. He spread his arms, and was going to start fall forward, when his thoughts interrupted him.

He remembered his sister and her kind face saying him: 'Never give up, Janus. Never.' He had been trying to learn how to use magic for a full week, but without results. He had said to Schala that he was never going to learn how to use magic, and was about to give up.

"Yes, I remember now." He kept a small pause. "But Janus is dead, and there is only me left. Magus, leader of Mystics, the dark sorcerer. Evil. Cold. Lonely....and soon, dead as well." With this, he got into the falling position, arms spread, and ready to jump. That's when he heard a faint noice behind him.

He turned, and saw that few metres behind him, sat a pink, furry cat. "Alfador?" He said voice full of disbelieve. The pink feline meowed, and started to walk towrds him."Alfador!" He said again, this time sure from his thoughts, and started to walk towards it with his arms open. Alfador leaped towards him, and he took the cat in his arms, hugging it carefully. "How could I forgot you?" He said quietly.

He remembered the day he got the cat, it was before his mother was taken over by Lavos. It had been his fifth birthday, and he already acted like a spoiled kid:

**Flashback**

His mother called him to see her at the throne room, yet she hadn't said what for. Nevertheless, Janus went to the throne room, where there still were two thrones, not just one. His mother sat on the left throne, where the three gurus, Schala, and some other person, yet he couldn't remember who, stood from few metres away. His mother said to him:

"I have a special surprise for you, as it is your birthday." With that, the guru of life, Melchior, brought him a paket with airholes in it. Janus lifted it up, and stared to the box through airholes. "Come on, open it up." His mother said. And so he did.

As he unwrapped the ribbon, and lifted the lid, he saw a pink feline gazing him and meowing softly. "A kitten." He had said as he lifted the cat up from the box, and wathced it mockingly. "What should I do with..."

He didn't finish what his sentence, because when he looked in the kitten's eyes, he saw love, and pure devotion to him. That kind of a gaze he had never seen before. His eyes widened, and he heard his mother and sister saying: "Happy birthday, Janus"

"Thank you." He said with a faint voice.

**End flashback**

Shortly after that, his mother had changed, and Schala was bounded to help her in building the Mammon machine, and Janus talked with her very rarely. Since then, the cat had been his best -and only- friend. Until he had been thrown to middle ages, and had fallen into the clutches of Ozzie. He had forgotten Alfador, and had become what he was now.

"I have something to live for" He said, and looked at Alfador. "I must not stop my search. I must find my sister. At any cost." He put Alfador on the ground, and started to think: 'I should find, no, make a place to stay. A house. Yes, a house would be perfect.' "But I'm not a architecht nor builder. And I don't think that anybody from the last village would help me." He said in his thoughts, until Alfadors meowing brought him back to his senses.

"What is it, Alfy?" He asked. Alfador started to walk towards the woods. "You want me to follow you?" Alfador stopped, and looked at him, meowing softly, and started again to walk towards the woods, Magus following him.

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Time & place: unknown

The dark-robed man watched Magus's back throught his magical mirror as he was entering the forest. He had his arms crossed behind his back, and he was irritated. His plan had been so sure, that the failure had practically been impossible.

But, it had still failed. 'That amount of despression and despair I sent to his brains would've made a normal person insane. What did go wrong?' He thought.

"I told you it would've failed. I know him." Said a male voice behind him. He didn't turn his face to the talker as he answered.

"Hah! You don't even know who he truly is. You only know him as the prophet." He turned his head to face the speaker. "In fact, he knows more from you than you know from him, Dalton." He said to the curly-haired man.

Dalton was sitting lazily in his chair, his chin resting against his arm. His armor and his cape were black, and middle of them, was red symbol of power. He had a dark blade and shield leaning against his chair. He still had blond, curly hair, but he didn't wore an eyepatch anymore. He had two eyes, althought the right eye was red.

His face was slightly red from humiliation, and his words were bitter, as they came out: "Well, you couldn't even make him to kill himself, could you? Why don't you just struck him with a bolt of lightning? Or can't you do even that?" He finished with mocking tone.

His answer came out with a calm tone, althought he was having trouble to control it: "I told you, I don't do that, my opponent might hear, and could track me down."

"Are you afraid of your opponent?" Dalton's words had only slight mocking tone, and it was enough.

"I am afraid of no one!" He shouted, with his eyes burning, and his voice burning in Dalton's ears.

Dalton wacthed in horror, as he was breathing heavily, trying to gain the control of himself. Dalton heard as he was muttering: "Not..yet..Must..gain..control..Can't..reveal..." Slowly, he relaxed, and seemed to get his calm outside again. "I just don't want to reveal myself to my enemy. Showing your powers isn't the wisest thing you can do. Are we clear with that?" He asked from Dalton.

"Yes, we are." Dalton said, keeping his voice calm, and his gaze in the floor.

"Good" The dark-robed one answered nodding, and turned his face to the mirror, which still showed the view of north cape. 'Now, what did go wrong. Hmmm...' He was humming quietly to himself, as he suddenly realized: 'The cat! Of course. The only thing that mattered to him. But where did it come from? I didn't sense any life forms around the cape. Hmmm...'

"Perhaps you just didn't notice it, everyone can make a mistake." He heard the curly-haired saying from behind him, and he realized that he had been talkind out loud. "Errare humanum est" Dalton added quietly, and he chukled to this in his mind.

'Oh yes, indeed so...'

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Time: 11,999 B.C. Place: North cape

The man watched the dark sorcerer's back as he walked away from the cape.

"He has grown strong...But would've died without the cat. A weakness that can be disposed."

He took a pen and a notebook from inside his robe, and wrote off a word: Janus.

"One down, six to go." He said, as a blue portal opened few inches above the earth. He put the pen and the notebook inside his robe, and stepped in the portal, which closed behind him, leaving the north cape quiet and empty.

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