Frog was sitting in bed, looking at the ceiling of his litteral "hole in the ground", remembering old times... how he avenged Cyrus, how he helped slay Lavos, how he had to team up with that despicable Magus.... the thought of the archmage made shivers go down his spine. He got up, and looked at his trophy case - The MasaMune, in all it's pride and glory. And it was glowing... GLOWING!?! The glass around the sword shattered, and two all-too-familiar forms jumped out. Frog covered his face with one hand. "Oy....", for there stood Masa and Mune, grown up, magestic, and angry as hell.
After explaining the situation to Frog, they asked for his help. He asked, "What can I do?" "Well, you know how we said we need people strong in emotion? We think Crono would fit the bill quite nicely. Do you think you could get him for us?", Masa replied. This upset Frog, for he was the one that wanted to kill Magus, and the boy was a trite too goody-goody to actually kill someone. However, Masa and Mune stared at him intently, apparently not knowing how he felt. They indeed were different, and had very little sense of manners, for they never had to learn them. He thought it over, and replied, "Only if I can go as well." They conferred for a bit, and came back with, "No. Dividing us into two seperate people would not work as well. We request Crono." Frog glared at them, then hopped to the corner, to his trans-time communication phone.
It was a nifty device Lucca rigged up, and gave to just about everyone, so that they could stay in touch. He got on comlink, and said, "This is to Crono. M'boy, your presence is required at once. In my house." He stalked away, out of the forest, sulking, and waited in the normal clearing for the Epoch. It appeared, and Marle and Lucca got out. "Where's Crono?", Frog asked. Then he remembered as Lucca talked to him, that they trans-time phone registered it to all recievers, and that it was an open channel.... and that Magus had gotten to Crono first..... "I... I... I don't know.. what to say.. to do...", Frog said sulkily, and Masa looked upon this, and disappeared, back to Doreen, Masa, and Mune's alcove. Mune was there, and the first words anybody said came from Masa's mouth. "We're all doomed...."
Chapter Three
Masa and Mune sat in their alcove, reviewing their records of time.... "Where IS Magus!?", Masa yelled, and slammed the table. Mune comforted him, and went back to searching. A half-hour later, they found him. He was in another dimension, a niche in time. The summoning spot of Lavos.... Now, they looked through everything that was written on him... what he had done right, what he had done wrong, and his weaknesses. Mune spotted something, and called his brother over to it. Masa stomped over, and looked at it, reading it aloud. "*mumble mumble* Magus...in charge... Janus.. took charge from Pazil.... when..", and he stopped, looked at Mune, and they started searching frantically again, for they had found the key.
Janus was accustomed to not watching anything that went on anymore. He ha invented many a mind game to keep him entertained, and to keep his rage off Pazil, thus weakening Pazil enough to be killed, for Janus's rage was most potent.
Pazil had the body of Magus sitting in a throne that he had made out of the bone statue he had used once for summoning Lavos. He remembered why he did that whole ordeal... to buy time for his power to grow, until he could eventually wipe out those brats. To prove it to them, he had to go up against Lavos many times, which he despised, but he knew how things would turn out, from when he was ethereal... he had looked into it, up to the point where Lavos died. But in this body, he could no longer tell the future. He remembered how several times, his control had been wrested from him by Janus when...and he stopped thinking, for the occurence that Janus had taken over Magus had arrived. Luckily for Pazil, Janus was still playing, and did not see Schala step out of a time portal, surrouded by White Wind.
Chapter Four
Janus watched the whole ordeal from within his body. He was certainly not in control. He hadn't been for most of his life. He had always taken a back seat to Pazil, the last Necros. He had forever grown up as this, and he couldn't do anything about it.... Pazil was a cruel master, most unlike Janus. Janus had watched himself grow up to be Magus under Pazil's reign. Now, he knew, Pazil had gotten tired of waiting, and had started his campaign against the world. Janus sat in his mind, a safe distance from Pazil, thinking if he only knew how to do something... if only he had his magic... but Pazil had that. Pazil always had... and as long as Janus remained angry at Pazil, Pazil always would.