Chapter One: The Fateful Event
"C’mon Terry, you will be late for the Millennium Faire!" Cried
Roslyn as she was dashing out of the door in her room. Following
her was a small boy, no more than six years of age. He has green
hair, emerald eyes, and pointed ears. He is dressed in a green
tunic that was obviously made for someone much older than he.
Terry ran down the stairs carrying a sword scabbard, way too
large for his small frame to carry.
"Hey! Wait up, Papa’s sword is really heavy!" Terry shouted
trying to increase his speed.
"Sheesh, ever since we moved here, it’s Papa this, and Papa
that! Can’t you just have some fun?" Roslyn said, wondering
why her little brother had been trying to lug that sword to
the Faire in the first place. After their father died, he was
obsessed with avenging their father. Roslyn thought he was weird,
having this infatuation with avenging his father.
"Let’s go Roslyn, I am ready!" Terry informed Roslyn, with
the sword now strapped horizontally across his back.
"Finally, we have to get to Lucca’s invention so we can get
up front!" Roslyn said as she started running to Leane Square.
A few minutes later they entered the area. Roslyn started looking
around in wonder, taking in the sites of the Millennium Faire.
Terry took two balloons tied to a fence post, and gave one to
his sister. Then they started running up to the area where Lucca
was going to display her invention. They ran straight through
the racers, and past the market, straight up past the candy
store, thinking they would get some on the way back. Before
they could get there, they were stopped by a few individuals
who said that Lucca was still setting up her machine.
"Oh man!" Roslyn exclaimed on her way back to Leane’s Bell.
"Hey, wanna try out Lucca’s training machine?" Terry asked,
expecting to try out his sword skills.
"If you want to, but I want candy before-hand," Roslyn said,
as she went to the candy counter, and shelled out 15 gil. Roslyn
then ran to catch up with Terry, who was already on his way
towards Lucca’s training machine. When Terry got there, however,
he was informed that his friend Chrono was using the machine.
Terry kicked the ground, and asked, "When will he be out of
"Any minute, it’s not a hard trainer," The man said.
"I wanna go somewhere else Terry," Roslyn told Terry.
"Oh, come on, I want to try my skills, besides, you got your
can-" Terry was cut off by the guards leaving at Lucca’s machine.
Roslyn was already half-way there when Terry started off, "Wait
When Terry and Roslyn got there, Lucca was standing at one
side of the machine, gesturing at the other side, talking about
some sort of teleportation device. Just then, Chrono came in
with a girl.
"Anyone brave enough to try this out?" Lucca’s father called.
After a little murmur from the crowd, the girl next to Chrono
ran up to the pad on the left side. The machine started to do
something, and the girl screamed, disappearing in a ball of
blue light. The blue light looked full of splendors as it sparkled
as it took the girl. Terry thought it looked strangely familiar
to Him. He looked at it with wonder. Then, as fast as it appeared,
it disappeared, leaving only the girl’s pendant on the left
"All right, all right, nothing to see here," Lucca’s father
called out, shuffling the crowd out into the square. Terry and
Roslyn went into the square along with the others, but looked
back as Chrono disappeared in the same blue ball of light. Soon
after, Lucca ran out followed by her father. Terry started after
them, asking what happened. Roslyn started running after her
brother, trying to keep up with him.
When Terry reached Lucca’s house, he knocked on the door. After
a few moments, Lucca’s father opened the door and said, "Hi
Terry, how are you? Did you enjoy Lucca’s teleporter?"
"Yeah, it was awesome, I wanted to talk to Lucca about it,
is she here?" Terry inquired.
"Yes, I will get her, she might not be able to talk for long
though, she has to work out a couple bugs in it," Lucca’s father
pointed out. Lucca’s father led them in, and soon Lucca came
downstairs, having smudges of oil on her clothes.
"Hello Terry and Roslyn, what is new?" Lucca said cheerfully.
"Do you know what that blue light was?" Terry inquired.
"No, that’s what I wanted to find out!" Lucca admitted, "Though
I am pretty sure it had something to do with that pendant Marle
"Who is Marle?" Asked Roslyn, inquisitively, "Was it that girl
Chrono was with?"
"Yup, Chrono said he was showing her around," Lucca added.
"Well, if you want to know, what happened with the teleporter
had something to do with time," Terry informed Lucca.
"How did you know that?" Lucca inquired.
"I am not sure, but I do know that I have seen one before,
I think my father showed it to me," Terry told Lucca.
With that information, Roslyn looked at Terry, and Lucca went
to a book on time anomalies. She looked up a few things, and
looked up, in thought. Roslyn went back to sucking on her candy.
Terry was trying to look over Lucca’s shoulder.
"I found it, it’s a gateway!" Lucca finally said.
"So?" Roslyn asked.
"It’s a connection between two times, and we’ve got to see
where this one leads. Thank you Terry, but I think it would
be best if you went home now," Lucca advised.
Terry went back home, along with Roslyn, who was back to sucking
her lollipop. Terry was wondering, ‘why would he have seen a
time gate before?’ ‘Why would it have appeared now?’ And ‘What
did my dad have to do with it?’ Terry thought about those things
as he went to sleep on his bed, which was unusually uncomfortable.
Chapter Two: Temporal Displacement
Terry woke up the next day. He got up, looked around, and saw
nothing familiar, his clothing, his bed, his room. The only
thing he recognized was his sword. He got the sword, attached
it to his waist, and walked out into the main hallway. What
he saw was nothing like his old house, it was one level, with
his mom sleeping in the main room, and Roslyn was in the next
"Wake up! Wake up! Everyone, the house, everything’s changed!"
"Wha-what? The is nothing the matter, now, to bed with yee,
for you have school this mornin’," Roslyn said.
"But, this is all wrong! My room is supposed to be on the second
floor!" Terry exclaimed, confusion in his voice.
Terry gave up, and walked out onto the street, where there
were supposed to be cobblestones, there were just plain dirt
trails. Horses and drawn carriages were all he saw on the street,
he ran to the Millennium Faire, seeing only an empty meeting
area, not the usual Leane Square. Terry circled around, completely
confused, when he ran to where Lucca’s teleporter was. When
Terry got there, all that was there was the blue ball of light
that was called a time gate. He walked into it slowly, mindful
of where he was, and what had been happening. Terry saw a corridor
of light and colors. Terry could not tell how long he was in
the corridor, it seemed forever, and as if no time had passed
Terry fell out of the gate in a clearing in the forest, Terry
recognized this area as Truce Canyon. Looking around, he saw
a path that looked recently traveled. He followed the trail,
and when he got across a bridge, he was ambushed by two reptilian
"Unga Kamungeru," Terry heard one of the creatures command.
Terry felt as if he knew what it was saying, ‘Why are you here?’
‘Give me your money, NOW!’ It had said. Terry tried saying no,
but somehow it came out as an insult, and one of the creatures
threw a rock at him. Before the rock hit him, Terry drew his
sword, and sliced the rock in half before any of them knew what
was happening. This spooked the creatures, and they ran away.
Terry looked at his sword a moment, and then sheathed it. Terry
continued down the path and into what looked like Guardia City.
With the same strangeness that the Guardia City in his time
experienced. He ran to where his house should have been. Terry
knocked on the door, and a few moments later, his mom opened
"Hello?" His mother’s voice was a dagger in his throat, since
he knows that she does not recognize him.
"Hi, can you tell me what year this is?" Terry asked, keeping
away his tears.
"Honey? Who is it?" A familiar voice came from the door, it
was his father’s voice. Terry never realized that it had the
accent of one of the reptilian creatures. Terry thought about
a lot of things at that moment, mainly about the fact that his
ears were pointy, his eyes' emerald green, and his hair the
same color. He was always told he was half-mystic, but he did
not even know what a mystic was.
"A little boy is here, he looks just like little Terry, do
not you think?" His mother’s voice even sharper, now that he
knows it was his mother.
"Really, let him in, let’s have a good look at him," His father’s
voice, so strong. The last memories of his father were him sending
his mother and he into the time gate. His father was half-dead
at the time. Then, all of a sudden, two children ran out, one
had emerald eyes, emerald hair.
"Roslyn?" Terry’s voice barely coming out.
"Who are-are you, and w-why d-d-do you know m-my-my name?"
Roslyn said, her voice trembling with every syllable. As if
he was hit over the head with a stone, Terry started crying
and ran to Truce Canyon, followed closely by his family. He
ran past the mystics that jumped out at him, and watched when
his family got to them. Immediately, his father was pelted with
"STOP! STOP! STOP!" Terry’s voice cried out with an anger unlike
anything he had ever experienced before. Terry’s voice turned
into the rumble of thunder, his eye flared emerald, so that
no white showed, and his hands charged with electricity. Terry
drew his sword, his hands charging it with electricity. Terry
ran up to one, ignored the rock that hit him, and sliced the
mystic twice, clean through. He went up to the next one, slicing
him once, still killing him instantly. Terry continued this
way until there was only one left. He ran at it as his father
took out a sword that looked like Terry’s sword, and sliced
cleanly through the mystic. Terry swung at where the mystic
was, his swing so wide he hit his father. He did not slice through
father, but his wound would kill his father soon. Terry started
crying more than he had ever cried before.
"Go to that bridge, there will be a sphere of light, go run
into it, you will be in the future, go, now," Terry had trouble
saying it through his tears. His family ran toward the gate,
more afraid of Terry than anything else. His father shuffled
"I am sorry, I am sorry," That was all Terry could say. He
stopped crying after more than twenty minutes. He finally got
up, and ran to him old home, and slept there.
Chapter Three: The Day and Twelve Years After
Terry awoke from a frightening dream. He got up, and ran out
the door. Terry ran out to Zenan Bridge. It was surrounded by
troops from both sides. The Guardian troops tried stopping Terry,
but he ran across faster than any of them could catch. On the
other side of the bridge, the mystics under Magus’ control threw
spell after spell at him. The spells that hit were ignored by
Terry. Terry ran across the bridge until he got the end, it
was slippery and cold. He fell and slid to the end. He slid
until he crashed into the back of a net, before he could react,
the mystics wrapped Terry up in the net, and kept him from moving.
Once the mystics had Terry in the net, they knocked him out
using a club.
Once Terry awoke, he was in a huge room, light only by torches.
At the end of the room was a man, his skin was a ghastly white,
his hair was a wispy blue. Terry could not see his eyes well,
but he knew that they were not completely human.
"I am Magus, and who might you be?" The man who called himself
Magus smirked at Terry, and performed a grand bow.
"I am, I am Terry, why am I here?" Terry said, his eyes starting
"You’re here to become my student, my pupil if you will. My
henchmen speak highly of you, you ran across Zenan Bridge and
lived to tell about it. That in itself is strange," Magus sounded
as if he were speaking on an equal level of Terry, which he
found to be unusual.
"Why would I want to become your student?" Terry asked, with
a lot of bravado.
"Because, you are special Terry, you are the only Mystic-Human
crossbreed, and you have powers that surpass both. I have taken
it upon myself to teach you," Magus informed Terry, as if he
was already supposed to know it.
"I do not want to be special, I want to be a kid, I want to
have fun!" Terry shouted.
"Then fun you shall have, chronus reverbum transcentes cabazu!"
Magus chanted his spell. A ball of blue light came around Magus
and Terry. Then images came to Terry of thousands of battles,
the bloodshed, the destruction. Terry was molded into the warrior
that soldiers admired, and dreaded. To Terry, 12 years had passed
of Magus’ teachings and exercises over and over. His mental
shielding battered, destroyed ad Magus made Terry his warrior
of destruction, Terry’s skill with his sword was refined, his
magical skills were formed, and made powerful. All this happened
in only a few seconds of real-time. Terry came out a man, 18
years old. His eyes were an even brighter emerald, his hair
down to his shoulders. He wore an emerald tunic, lined with
sapphire blue. His cape was a long, flowing forest green. He
wore pants that were baggy, the color was a deep marine blue,
they came down into shin-high boots, that were worn and a light
brown. He hung his sword at his waist. He came out of the ball,
"So, Magus, what are your orders?" Terry asked.
"All I want you to do is take out a little swordsmith, Hunter,"
Magus said, smirking as well.
Chapter Four: The Time is Now
Magus turned to face Ozzie, "Go to Zenan Bridge, and stop any
Ozzie nodded, and disappeared in a flash of light. Magus walked
to a window, and looked out to see his lands.
Terry, now known as Hunter, walked up, "Please, tell me more
about my mission, great Magus."
"Well, I’m sure you know of Melchior, the infamous swordsmith,
I believe he lives in your time," Magus said, knowing already
"Yes, of course. He made the Masamune, did he not?" Hunter
"Yes, but he made a sister sword, the Murasame," Magus said,
while Hunter unsheathed his sword, "Yes, your sword, the Murasame,"
"You gave me this sword, how could it have happened, you never
told me you went to 1000 AD," Hunter said, not showing any emotion.
"I did go to the future, and brought you back that sword,"
Magus said, maintaining his control over Hunter.
"All right, how can I get to the future, the gate I used is
closed off," Hunter informed Magus.
"Use this one, temporum chronetus sirenom!" Magus chanted,
a small time gate opened behind Magus, who had not turned from
the window. Hunter sheathed his Murasame, and ran into the time
gate. Hunter entered the corridor he had gotten used to under
the service of Magus, but this time his corridor was small,
and after a time Hunter could not comprehend, it merged with
another time corridor. In the time it took to enter the corridor,
he exited inside a cabinet. After gathering himself, he kicked
open the door, and jumped out into a kitchen, where two mystics
were engaged in lunch.
"AHH! First a pointy red-haired freak comes out of there, now
a pointy-eared green--hared freak comes out," One of the mystics
"Yeah, you’d think there was some gate here of something!"
The other mystic said.
"I am sorry, I didn’t expect to end up in a closet," Hunter
said while running out the door.
"Damned humans, not even staying long enough for tea!" The
mystic said under his breath.
Hunter ran out of the door and found a village full of mystics.
He saw one of them, it looked familiar. Hunter tried to remember
who, it was just at the end of his memory.
Hunter cried out, "WHO IS IT!!!!!!!!!!!" Hunter fell to his
knees, trying to remember who it could have been. Some of the
villagers looked at him, and one offered his hand to bring him
"Are you all right? You look lost, who are you?" It was the
mystic who looked familiar to Hunter who had offered his help.
Hunter looked at the mystic with fear. He then ran off towards
a mountain in the distance. About a mile from town, Hunter ran
into a little house, a man dressed in black robes was getting
a bucket of water from a well just outside of it.
Hunter walked up to the man, "Excuse me, but are you the famous
"Yes, but I wouldn’t say famous, I only made two exceptional
swords," Melchior said, being humble.
"Yes, the Masamune, and what was it? Murasame?" Hunter asked,
making sure it was indeed Melchior.
"You wouldn’t believe how much Dreamstone it took to make it,"
Melchior responded, his bucket coming up from the well. Melchior
took that small bucket, and carried it heavily toward his home.
Hunter followed the old man, wondering why Magus had said to
"I was wondering if you had any information on where the Masamune
was being kept," Hunter asked.
"Well, it’s broken, the two pieces are here, I sent a few kids
back to get some Dreamstone to repair it," Melchior said, hoping
to get some Dreamstone so he would not have to wait long to
"I’m sorry, I can’t help you much on that," Hunter said, now
knowing why Magus wanted Melchior destroyed, "But I can help
you with something."
"And that would be?" Melchior inquired.
"It seems my master does not want you fixing that sword, so
I decided that I could help you in observing his wishes," Hunter
said, his hand on the hilt of Murasame. Melchior grabbed a sword
that was on a rack on the wall.
"So, I guess this means a duel?" Melchior asked, pointing towards
"Certainly," Hunter informed, heading outside. Melchior unsheathed
his sword, and threw the scabbard to the side. Hunter threw
his cape to one side, and unsheathed Murasame.
"Murasame! How could you have gotten it, I gave that to a mystic
that lived 400 years ago!" Melchior exclaimed, severely baffled.
Hunter then remembered the mystic who helped him, and remembered
the mystic he had killed in Truce Canyon, not remembering his
name. Hunter brushed his thoughts aside for the oncoming battle.
"I killed him, and stole it," Hunter told Melchior, bringing
Murasame to ready position, his right hand out, holding the
blade straight up. Melchior brought the sword up, and took a
strong downward strike at Hunter, using all his force. Hunter
dodged to the left, and brought Murasame to Melchior’s back.
Before Murasame could connect, Melchior already had his blade
parrying the blow. Hunter quickly brought Murasame to Melchior’s
head, but Melchior was too fast for that as well. Melchior brought
his blade under Hunter’s arm to Hunter’s side. Hunter took the
blow, and jumped ten feet away from Melchior. Hunter sheathed
his sword, brought his cape around him, and poked his hand through
"Cambustion faeynri efriti!" Hunter shouted as gouts of green
flame came from his hand towards Melchior, knocking him on his
"Unfair, I thought this would be an honorable duel," Melchior
hollered, getting back to his feet.
"It is, you may use magic, should you have the knowledge,"
Hunter said, mockingly.
"All right," Melchior said, raising his sword above his head,
"Blitzkrieg emblazen cloutos!" Finishing his incantation, a
hug streak of lightning came down from the sky and hit Melchior’s
sword, shattering the blade. When Hunter looked at Melchior’s
weapon, about to laugh at the spell failing, Melchior’s blade
was replaced by a bolt of lightning, no longer than 5 feet.
"Let’s finish this," Melchior said, swinging his blade almost
too fast for Hunter to see.
"All right, sounds fun, Precipitae ilos nuve!" Hunter yelled,
as he swept his hand across the battlefield, shards of ice pouring
out of his hand, forming a layer of ice throughout the area.
Hunter smirked. He jumped up, taking a downstrike at Melchior
from the air. Melchior was barely able to block it, but fell
on his back form the force of the blow and the ice. Hunter was
able to stay up, and swung at Melchior while he was on the ground.
Melchior rolled out of the way, and looked confused about why
Hunter was able to stay up, and not be electrocuted by the swords
clashing. Melchior got up, slowly. Hunter looked on as the old
man got to his feet.
"Aero shavash," Melchior uttered, holding his sword out like
a lance. Melchior dashed at Hunter too fast for Hunter to get
out of the way, and Melchior ran him through. Hunter only felt
as though he were lifted by the hilt however, knowing that he
was immune to magic. Melchior threw Hunter off of his hilt,
and Hunter hit the ground with a thud. Melchior ran to the well,
took the rope off the bucket, and was running at Hunter. Hunter
got up to find out that Melchior was running circles around
him, tying him up in the rope to the bucket at the well.
"Try to be immune to that!" Melchior said, triumphantly.
"Now, where am I supposed to put you when the kids arrive?"
Melchior pondered, "I know, the secret passageway behind the
"Why don’t you finish me off?" Hunter yelled at Melchior.
"Because, Terry, I want to know more about what happened to
you," Melchior said, looking at the confused Hunter.
"Who is Terry? My name is Hunter," Hunter asked Melchior, trying
to piece together all the tidbits of memories he had together.
"You were at the Millennium Faire, 6 years old, with a sword
strapped to your back, I thought it was Murasame. I asked your
sister where you were the next day, she said you ran off during
the night," Melchior informed Hunter. Hunter closed his eyes,
shocked by all this information, and all he could see were flashes
of his father, the sword, his sister, and the gash he made in
his father’s chest. Hunter could not recognize a single face
in there, but he remembered the gash.
"I am sorry, I am sorry, father," Was all Hunter could say,
not knowing what he did. "Let’s get you inside, and clean you
up. I’m sorry, but I’ll have to put you in the secret passageway
beneath the bookcase, because I’m expecting some company soon,"
Melchior informed Hunter. Melchior then dragged Hunter back
into his house, and started bringing Hunter down into the passageway.
"I am sorry father, I am so sorry," Hunter said, half-way through
his tears, he continued this way for hours.
"Could you fix it now Melchior?" Hunter heard a familiar voice
saying this, but could not place it.
"I can certainly try, Lucca" Hunter heard Melchior say. Hunter
knew that he should know who Lucca was, but could not. All the
while, Hunter heard in another room the sounds of a hammer hitting
an anvil, working on a sword.
"Well, Chrono, it was the best we could do," Hunter heard that
voice say. Hunter recognized the name Chrono, as someone who
Magus was getting unhappy with. Hunter thought about Magus.
Hunter could no remember anything about who he was he before
he met Magus. Hunter tried and tried to remember anything about
before Magus. Hunter failed at every lead. Then, Hunter heard
Melchior open the hidden door.
"Time to have our little chat Terry," Melchior said to Hunter.
Melchior dragged Hunter out to the table that was in the basement,
and ungagged Hunter.
"What do you think you’re doing? Gagging one of Magus’ top
warriors?" Hunter demanded from Melchior.
"Well now, wouldn’t you have casted some cock-eyed spells at
me if I hadn’t?" Melchior mockingly said.
"Of course, but why I got in this situation is beyond me. Now,
why do you think I’m this Terry person?" Hunter asked, hoping
to sound as though he already knew the answer.
"At the Millennium Faire, I saw you with your sister, Roslyn,
you two were running after Lucca and her father. I think it
had something to do with her machine," Melchior informed Hunter.
"The, the Fair at Leane’s Square?" Hunter asked, partially
regaining his memory.
"Yes, you were there, you had the Murasame on your back," Melchior
"N-n-no, that was my father’s sword," Hunter said, in a timid
"Your father’s sword was the Murasame, he got it from me just
for you, he was going to teach you how to use it," Melchior
At that, Hunter started crying, "I killed him with this sword,
5 years after he died, I killed him in a time gate," Hunter
was trying to sound like he knew what he was doing. Melchior
frowned, "No, he made it through the gate, he moved here, trying
to avoid getting seriously wounded again. He never told us how
he was hurt in the first place."
"I saw him in the square?" Hunter asked, his tears starting
to dry up.
"Yes, and if you promise not to hurt me, I’ll untie you to
go see him," Melchior said, with a smile on his face.
"I think I would like that," Hunter said, while Melchior was
untying him. Hunter got up, and started walking out the door