~*~Epilogue (You never thought this would come, did ya?) ~*~
Four months later.
Glenn was in the training-quarters, working on his sword skills together with other soldiers. He still had the knowledge he had acquired as Frog, yet his body lacked the same resources. The reversing spell had snatched several years of training, but Glenn didn't mind. He knew that he could build it up again, the feeling of being human again made it all worthwhile. Even if he was most glad about once more being a man, he somehow missed being Frog sometimes. He had grown used to it, it had been his life for some time.
His present life hadn't changed, except that he was a human and everybody was so happy for him that it was almost embarrassing. He was still queen Leene's guardian and general of the Guardia army (a position he'd been more or less forced into in the first place, to be honest).
Of course he had spent some time thinking about why Janus had reversed the spell, but had decided that the idea of a wife could wait at least until he was in as good shape as before. One thing at the time. He looked at the corner where he had left the Masamune for a training sword of wood, smiling at the memory of all he had gone through with the sword in his hand. The door opened and a servant carefully peeked into the room, ready to duck for anything that somebody could send flying from a lost grip. As all seemed clear, the man spoke:
"General Glenn?"
The called one lowered his wooden sword.
"Yes?"
"There is a visitor for you... in your room. Err, he is... eh..."
The fading speech of the servant gave away who the visitor was, and Glenn hurried out of the training-quarters, up the stairs to his own room. He didn't even mind that he forgot to bring the Masamune with him. When he pushed the door open, a blood-red cloak moved by the wearers movement standing up.
A big, black head rose up from the floor, and the forked tongue danced in a hissed greeting.
"Art there extreme circumstances to attend, Janus?" Glenn asked, with a smile.
"More or less," the warlock smiled, "Schala and Cered are getting married, so they sent me to bring everyone to 5300 BC. Are you coming?"
"I musteth of course ask my liege for permission."
"Of course."
They went down the stairs, to the main castle.
"Great party!" Ayla happily howled.
"Miss Ayla," Robo said, "be careful not to drink too much of that..."
"Tin-friend pipe down and have a toast!"
Lucca had almost been crying as Janus had brought Robo from a clean, healed future. The warlock had faced a bit of problem, since Robo never had been fighting in this mended time-stream and therefore never had met his friends. However, a time-spell similar to the reset-magic had brought everything back to Prometheus of the R-series.
"My, my," Gaspar smiled, "I almost feel young again..."
"Indeed, my friend," Melchior nodded, "I hope Belthasar sees this from the heavens."
"Ye think that he would miss this for anything in the whole time?!" Spekkio (in the form of Toma the explorer, don't ask why...) laughed.
"How did thee make them leave the End of Time?" Glenn hissed to Janus.
"It wasn't easy..." the warlock said and shrugged his shoulders.
Marle sighed with a dream-like smile, sitting close to Crono and with his arm around her.
"Schala is so beautiful..." the princess of Guardia mumbled, giving Crono a kiss on the cheek.
He softly squeezed her shoulders, smiling warmly.
Schala really looked like a nymph of heaven in her white, flowing dress. She danced with Cered, in the middle of a circle of the many other smiling couples. The married two had their own space, though.
Cered wore something that looked like a uniform for "special occasions", mainly the same as always, but with softly red and green bands on every edge of the clothing, and around his waists.
Lucca watched the dancing for a while, then she stood up so fast that she almost was jumping. She turned to Glenn with a slight blush and a most resolute look.
"Will you dance with me?" she asked.
He didn't even get time to answer before she had grabbed his hand and dragged him into the crowd.
Janus removed the meat from a chicken's leg and gave it to Molor. Then he turned to Crono and Marle.
"And when will you two send me to fetch the others for you wedding?" the warlock asked.
Crono smiled warmly.
"Oh, so soon?" Janus said with the shadow of a small smile, "I better start preparing already, then."
"Just enjoy the moment right now, oh pale friend of mine!" Marle laughed and emptied another cup of something.
"Crono, keep her away from that drink from now on," Janus sighed.
But he smiled.
The celebration went on all night, and even as the sun began to shine. On the brink of "real" morning, the time when the most early people normally would have got out of their beds, there was a shout. The loud yell almost made the whole village's houses crumble, and all the birds which had praised the new-born day became silent and fled to the trees. The shouting one was Janus, and his words were followed by almost hysterical laughter from several lips. What shook the air and scared animals was this:
"Ayla did what to heal me?!"
The end.
The sequel to this is named "Another life" and concerns Janus' alternate past, a huge, flying lizard and a four years old, blue haired girl… ;)
Thanks to anyone who reviewed. It's greatly appreciated. I accept flames if there is a good reason for them.
Four months later.
Glenn was in the training-quarters, working on his sword skills together with other soldiers. He still had the knowledge he had acquired as Frog, yet his body lacked the same resources. The reversing spell had snatched several years of training, but Glenn didn't mind. He knew that he could build it up again, the feeling of being human again made it all worthwhile. Even if he was most glad about once more being a man, he somehow missed being Frog sometimes. He had grown used to it, it had been his life for some time.
His present life hadn't changed, except that he was a human and everybody was so happy for him that it was almost embarrassing. He was still queen Leene's guardian and general of the Guardia army (a position he'd been more or less forced into in the first place, to be honest).
Of course he had spent some time thinking about why Janus had reversed the spell, but had decided that the idea of a wife could wait at least until he was in as good shape as before. One thing at the time. He looked at the corner where he had left the Masamune for a training sword of wood, smiling at the memory of all he had gone through with the sword in his hand. The door opened and a servant carefully peeked into the room, ready to duck for anything that somebody could send flying from a lost grip. As all seemed clear, the man spoke:
"General Glenn?"
The called one lowered his wooden sword.
"Yes?"
"There is a visitor for you... in your room. Err, he is... eh..."
The fading speech of the servant gave away who the visitor was, and Glenn hurried out of the training-quarters, up the stairs to his own room. He didn't even mind that he forgot to bring the Masamune with him. When he pushed the door open, a blood-red cloak moved by the wearers movement standing up.
A big, black head rose up from the floor, and the forked tongue danced in a hissed greeting.
"Art there extreme circumstances to attend, Janus?" Glenn asked, with a smile.
"More or less," the warlock smiled, "Schala and Cered are getting married, so they sent me to bring everyone to 5300 BC. Are you coming?"
"I musteth of course ask my liege for permission."
"Of course."
They went down the stairs, to the main castle.
"Great party!" Ayla happily howled.
"Miss Ayla," Robo said, "be careful not to drink too much of that..."
"Tin-friend pipe down and have a toast!"
Lucca had almost been crying as Janus had brought Robo from a clean, healed future. The warlock had faced a bit of problem, since Robo never had been fighting in this mended time-stream and therefore never had met his friends. However, a time-spell similar to the reset-magic had brought everything back to Prometheus of the R-series.
"My, my," Gaspar smiled, "I almost feel young again..."
"Indeed, my friend," Melchior nodded, "I hope Belthasar sees this from the heavens."
"Ye think that he would miss this for anything in the whole time?!" Spekkio (in the form of Toma the explorer, don't ask why...) laughed.
"How did thee make them leave the End of Time?" Glenn hissed to Janus.
"It wasn't easy..." the warlock said and shrugged his shoulders.
Marle sighed with a dream-like smile, sitting close to Crono and with his arm around her.
"Schala is so beautiful..." the princess of Guardia mumbled, giving Crono a kiss on the cheek.
He softly squeezed her shoulders, smiling warmly.
Schala really looked like a nymph of heaven in her white, flowing dress. She danced with Cered, in the middle of a circle of the many other smiling couples. The married two had their own space, though.
Cered wore something that looked like a uniform for "special occasions", mainly the same as always, but with softly red and green bands on every edge of the clothing, and around his waists.
Lucca watched the dancing for a while, then she stood up so fast that she almost was jumping. She turned to Glenn with a slight blush and a most resolute look.
"Will you dance with me?" she asked.
He didn't even get time to answer before she had grabbed his hand and dragged him into the crowd.
Janus removed the meat from a chicken's leg and gave it to Molor. Then he turned to Crono and Marle.
"And when will you two send me to fetch the others for you wedding?" the warlock asked.
Crono smiled warmly.
"Oh, so soon?" Janus said with the shadow of a small smile, "I better start preparing already, then."
"Just enjoy the moment right now, oh pale friend of mine!" Marle laughed and emptied another cup of something.
"Crono, keep her away from that drink from now on," Janus sighed.
But he smiled.
The celebration went on all night, and even as the sun began to shine. On the brink of "real" morning, the time when the most early people normally would have got out of their beds, there was a shout. The loud yell almost made the whole village's houses crumble, and all the birds which had praised the new-born day became silent and fled to the trees. The shouting one was Janus, and his words were followed by almost hysterical laughter from several lips. What shook the air and scared animals was this:
"Ayla did what to heal me?!"
The end.
The sequel to this is named "Another life" and concerns Janus' alternate past, a huge, flying lizard and a four years old, blue haired girl… ;)
Thanks to anyone who reviewed. It's greatly appreciated. I accept flames if there is a good reason for them.