Half-spawn

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Chapter 1: The Fall

The red light…the burning sensation…the pain…

It wasn’t always like this. In fact, up to a few days ago, everything was perfect. Zeal was the only haven from the nightmares that plagued the earth, from the frozen wasteland that awaited on the land below.

The people were too foolish and vain to understand what they were tampering with. Lavos was NOT something to be taken lightly, and yet they used it like it was an endless supply of power. Now they’re paying the price. Now they’ll suffer.

The fools loved the queen, and worshiped her children. Only a handful did not, and they were quickly disposed of. However, there was one that got away, but I’ll talk about that later.

Eventually, the queen’s greed led to her demise, as well as the rest of Zeal. She tried to drain too much out of Lavos, and eventually, it struck back. The queen’s beloved Ocean Palace was forever taken over. Her armies were laid to waste. But the worst fate of all was to those that dwelled on Zeal itself.

Lavos’s power ruined the entire continent, killing nearly all of the citizens. A few survived the plunge and dwelled on the mainland, which finally began to calm after many millenia of death. However, some weren’t as lucky as the previous two groups. Lavos himself claimed them as his own.

His spawn.

When Lavos creates his spawn, he takes individuals from whatever planet he is currently residing on. He then uses his powers to mutate them into his monstrous creations, then sends them out to further aid the destruction of the planet.

However, like I said before, one person was not killed for disliking the queen; a young boy. He himself was absorbed into Lavos to become a spawn. However, I can sense that his fate will not be so.

He might be the last hope this world has.

-Gaspar

Chapter 2: Unnatural Evolution

“Dion…Dion…Dion!”

Dion heard that one name repeated over and over in his mind as he fell deeper into the darkness. He could feel something slithering over him, covering him in a strange warm goo. It was beginning. He was becoming a part of Lavos.

He struggled against the force of the creature, but it was no use. Lavos had complete dominion over all; what’s to stop him from assimilating a mere child? Dion’s fate was unquestionable; he was going to die.

Already, he could feel a change in his body. His senses seemed to become more acute; his body lighter; the darkness paler. He was being called back, even as he was dying. Fate has a sense of humor, all right.

Dion continued to struggle, but it was already too late. Nothing could save him now. No miracle or magic was powerful enough.

Then he felt something. Lavos’ body seemed to be shuddering in complete pain. The goo from before began to vanish, and Dion felt his body being lifted up. The darkness was soon replaced by a bright sequence of lights. He felt himself falling backwards, as if someone had pushed him off of a rooftop.

His surroundings began to twirl and dance around him. He began to feel nauseous and light-headed. Soon, he collapsed into unconciousness.

(to be continued)

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Normalcy has been restored. Fics will gain work back again.

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Chapter 3: Unholy Gifts

Dion awoke to find himself in a cold, stone room. The walls were practically gone, with only a few moss-covered stones to mark their former presence. A small doorway led into what was probably once a dining room, but was now home to dozens of rats and snakes. A thick mist surrounded everything, and only a few rays of sunlight broke through to light the bleak horizon.

He rose up, only to find something very odd about his body. His movement seemed to be a bit more stiff, yet at the same time stronger. Also, everything seemed to be a lot smaller than he thought it would be.

Then he looked down at himself. And realized that he was no longer a child. Lavos must have somehow made him age quicker, for now he was a full-grown adult! Fortunately, he was still wearing something; he was always pretty shy.

Curious as to where he was, he stepped into the room before him. However, his foot slipped, and he fell down a few steps onto the rotting stone floor. The whole incident caused him to cut his shoulder on some glass at the bottom.

When he got up, and examined the wound, he was completely startled by what he saw. Instead of blood, a black-yellow-green liquid seemed to ooze out of the wound. When he touched it to get a better feel of it, the wound instantly closed back up, as if by its own free will.

Shocked, he moved deeper into the room. He found that his movement was rapidly increasing in speed, as if his muscles were much more powerful than they were when he first awakened. It was like his whole body was healed.

When he reached the other side, he spied some equipment stashed in a corner; namely, an old backpack, a map, and a sword. With no other choice, he gathered the equipment, noting how light it all felt.

He sat in the corner where his gear was and thought about what had happened. Lavos had done SOMETHING to him. The problem was learning how much had been done.

With those thoughts, he feel asleep.

(to be continued)

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I am very confused now, but I know that you’ll explain everything soon. So, nice job!

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Looks great Gallo, as always :smiley: Keep up the good work!

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I’ll update sometime in the next century.

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Chapter 4: The Elements

Dion awoke the next morning, or what passed for it. The fog was still deeper than anything he had ever seen before. The ground was covered in a deep dew, and the sound of insects filled the air.

It was nothing at all like home.

Gathering his equipment, Dion moved further into the castle. Finding a staircase, he descended into the very dungeons of the old castle. The deeper he went, the more deterioirated the old place became.

The stone walls were covered in dust, mold, and cobwebs. Spiders, insects, and rats scurried to and fro on the ground and wall. Strangely, a few torches were lying in a bucket of old oil, which was next to a set of flint and steel.

Dion grabbed a torch and lit it using his equipment. It burst into flames almost immediately, illuminating the entire area around him. It was almost better of dark; everything just looked and smelt like death and decay.

Suddenly, a voice seemed to talk out of nowhere.

“Dion…can you hear me?”

Dion looked around the entire area. He saw no one. Then he looked at the burning torch.

A face has appeared in the smoke.

“Do not fear me, Dion,” said the smoke. “I am a Fire Elemental.”

“A…fire elemental?” asked Dion. “I’ve heard of those, but nobody’s ever seen one.”

“Yes, that is true. Only those with an incredible level of power or control over the elements can see us. And we are only the most minor: us Fire Elementals, the Water Elementals, the Wind Elementals, and the Earth Elementals. Your ability to talk to us confirms our suspicions; you are indeed a Lavos Spawn.”

Dion was still in shock. “What do you mean?”

“When Lavos was destroyed, you were still being infused with the powers of a Spawn. You were thrown through time to this age, with you being transformed into an adult in the process. Your powers still require growth, but one day, you’ll have full control over them.”

Suddenly, the torch went out, and the elemental dissapeared. Dion dropped the torch and walked back up the stairs.

(to be continued)

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Minerva: We don’t need Kira-san’s thoughts on that.
I don’t think she’d be happy either… looks around Where is she, anyway? Here, kitty kitty kitty…

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You go, Gallo!

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Grrrr…

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I will not update until Weiila updates the fanfic section! goes on a sit-in with a sign reading, “UPDATE THE DAMN FANFIC SECTION!”

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The last update was just thirtheen days ago! looks at fanfic index I forgot to change the date from the second last one, I swear it was the second May… uh… anyway, I’ll update it. Promise.

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I’ll update this soon. I’m busy planning out the next scene.

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It’s OK Gallo, no rush.

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Chapter 5: The City

Deciding that staying here would get him nowhere, Dion prepared to find some way of leaving the forsaken castle. However, this castle actually turned out to be on a tiny island with no vegetation, and the only possible escape was through a small boat he had found tied to a dock.

Dion gave the castle one last search. He found what he was looking for; a bag contained some navigational equipment. Inside was a bronze compass, a map leading to a port city called “Porre”, and enough dried rations to last for at least five days. With no other knowledge of where he was, Dion decided that he had no choice but to sail for Porre.

The winds were on his side, for it only took three days to reach the city of Porre. The entire metropolis had the look of an iron fortress; the docks and streets were awash in soldiers wearing blackened chainmail, with a strange emblem of a sword-impaled skull. The people themselves were moving to and fro, almost as if their very being was the same, day by day.

Dion pulled the boat into the dock, but failed to notice the guard approaching him. “And what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked. Dion didn’t answer, but the guard wasn’t waiting for one; he had already spied the sword hanging from Dion’s side.

“No weapons are allowed!” said the guard, his very voice sending shivers down Dion’s spine. “Or are you just some punk kid, with no respect for the law?”

The guard then unbuckled a mace and swung it straight down at Dion. However, the Half-Spawn, much to his amazement as well as the guards, was able to dodge it with absolutely no difficulty. The guard was so shocked that he let the weight of the mace send him toppling into the water.

Dion began to walk away, but the sound of the guard thrashing in the water began to call him back. Almost immediately, some strange kind of sense began to fill his mind. He could tell that saving this man’s life might actually be beneficial later on. Spurred on by this strange kind of control, Dion reluctantly grabbed the man’s arm and dragged him onto the shore.

The guard gasped for air breathly, then rose to his feet and ran off. Dion began to curse this change of events; any minute now, more of those idiots would be pouncing on him. He just hoped that this wasn’t the wrong thing to do.

Then he felt a heavy hand fall onto his shoulder. “That is quite some skill you have, child,” said a quivering, aged voice. Dion turned to see a strange man wearing a brown robe and hood that completelty covered his face. “It will be useful in the battles to come.”

He handed Dion a small medallion. It was a golden depiction of an eagle carrying a sword. “This is the sign of the Iron Brotherhood,” said the man. “Show it at our hideout outside of town. We will help you then.”

Dion looked down at the medallion again. When he rose his head to ask a question, the man had dissapeared.

(to be continued)

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Oooh, mysterious stuff… plotty… nice work, Gallo :smiley:

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Must…plan…plot…

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Chapter 6: The Attack

Dion found the city itself to be like some kind of twisted nightmare brought into reality. The streets were filled with beggars, con men, thieves, and several more armed soldiers that paid only a suspicious glance to the stranger in their midst. In fact, Dion was so repulsed by what he saw that he didn’t notice the small band of thieves sneaking up from behind.

“Hand over the goods, kid,” said one, in a cracked voice, “or be prepared for death.” Dion, however, continued walking, completely ignoring the men. Enraged by this, another one grabbed him from behind and held a knife to his back.

“We warned you nicely, stranger,” said the knife wielder, “but you didn’t listen. I hope you’ll enjoy your stay in hell.” Dion could actually hear the others unsheathing daggers and short swords.

The knife wielder’s snicker got louder and louder in Dion’s ear, until he could stand it no longer. He delivered an elbow to the knife wielder’s gut, sending him crippling down in pain. The others charged forward to aid their companion, but soon their focus shifted to killing Dion.

“You fucking fool!” shouted one. “Nobody harms one of us and gets away with it!” They all descended upon him at the same moment, weapons raised to strike him down.

Dion drew his sword and met their attacks. He parried a blow from the side, tripped another from the opposite angle, and finally ducked under a poorly-aimed swipe. The one that attacked from the side prepared to deliver a stab, but fell short of the mark, causing him to get in the way of another’s attack.

The man fell to the ground, his heart pierced.

One of them threw his dagger at Dion, but to his amazement, he caught it in mid-air. In a split-second, the weapon was twirling back at its original owner, imbedding itself deep into his neck.

The last remaining thief left prepared to run for his life, but at this point, Dion would have no part of that. He charged forward, easily outpaccing the poor fool, and grabbed him by the head. Feeling absolutely no remorse for what had happened, he drove the head straight into a nearby wall, crushing it flat.

Realizing that he would have to leave quickly, Dion took the time to empty the men’s pockets of their ill-gotten goods before fleeing the scene.

The old man drew away from the carnage he had just witnessed. “The boy took out some of Lord Shadow’s best thugs. I’d love to see how he handles the madman’s army.”

He was out of there before the soldiers could even show up.

(to be continued)

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Question Gallo, is Dion in Chrono Trigger or Cross now? And sorry about not commenting, I was tired when you posted the last chapter and then it slipped my mind -_- kicks the fact that new stories aren’t marked for more than a moment in history

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Weiila: He’s actually a few months or so after Cross ended. When I did the actual series, he did go back to Trigger during part 2 (which was as far as I got).