Date with Destiny
a series of Chrono Trigger shortfics by Dot
V. A.D. 990: Starchild
He was a bright child, mature and polite for his age. However, he was still a child, so he would always ask questions, his chalk dancing across the slate. But she was his mother, so she answered them with patience, as a mother should.
What is the sky?
“The sky is the home of the sun, the moon, and the stars.”
Where does the sun go at night?
“To the other side of the world, to give them light.”
What’s on the other side of the sky?
“I don’t know, honey, but some people say that Heaven might be out there.”
He paused, biting his lip in contemplation.
Is Daddy in Heaven?
“Yes, I think so.” It wasn’t true, but it wasn’t a lie, either.
Satisfied—for the time being, at least—he ran outside to practice his wooden sword.
She dreaded this day. They had warn her that it would come, but she didn’t expect it to be so soon.
He was looking up at her, expectant, the question written in near perfect script. He must have done this many times before, but always lost his nerve before he could present it to her. This time, bravado overcame cowardice.
Why are there no baby pictures of me?
She pulled him into her arms. “Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a little girl who dreamed great dreams of visiting the world beyond the sea, and perhaps someday even the world beyond the stars. Everyone laughed at her—they knew that the ocean never ended, and the sky was just a great bowl that housed the celestial bodies.” She smiled as he scribbled a quick comment.
But they discovered the world beyond the sea, right?
She nodded. “Yes. When the little girl was twelve years old. She had almost forgotten by then, but the arrival of the great Ships sparked the dreams that she buried deep into her heart. Perhaps, just perhaps, her other dream could come true, too.”
Well, did it?
“Sort of.” She smiled again. “The girl grew up and became a woman, but she never gave up hope again. She tried to find a friend who would understand her dream, but no-one came. So she lived by herself for a long time.”
Was she lonely?
“Sometimes. But at night, she would look up at the stars, and talk to them. Sometimes, she pretended that they talked back in their twinkling’s.” She let the memories wash over her. “One time, she prayed to the sky, and asked that one of them come be her friend. And one did.”
She mussed his hair. “Yes. That was you, Crono.”
Unnecessarily Long and Tiresome Authoress’ Notes:
1800 military time, 6:00 pm, Guardia’s “golden age”, and one very special boy that will save the world. It’s not my fault that Toriyama likes to reuse character designs.
I’m using the “mute Chrono” cliche this time, because my old “Chrono has a weird voice” joke doesn’t quite suit the mood of this series.