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Fan Fiction / Cyrus Resurrection
« on: August 20, 2005, 01:23:08 am »
I kno i was just promoting it....
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Fan Fiction / Cyrus Resurrection
« on: August 20, 2005, 01:12:39 am »
This is just a demo chapter, nothing is really right in this part, but I will be making some major edits...
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Fan Fiction / Cyrus Resurrection
« on: August 15, 2005, 05:58:50 pm »
Authors Note: I'm not done with this so don't get your panties in a bunch. Read and post a review if u like it.
Cyrus Resurrection
Chapter 1
The beginning of the war
A boy lay in his soft hay bed only to be disturbed and awakened by his father who was hovering over him and reaching out. “Son, get up quickly,” his father said in fear ignoring that it was three o’clock in the morning, “Hurry! We must leave at once.” “What’s going on?” The boy asked whipping the sleep from his eyes. “Don’t ask questions! We must leave at once, now hurry and gather your belongings.” The boy’s father panicked. The boy got up from the bed eyeing everything around him but could see nothing. The blackness of the night crept over the small village house like a giant blanket. Then suddenly everything lit up, there were fires outside his window that were coming closer and closer by the second. “We have no time to get anything now, come on!” The boy’s father quickly grabbed him and craddled him in his arms as they ran out the village house. The boy peered over his father’s shoulder to see that the fires were coming from torches that were being carried by strange creatures, just coming east out of ships and boats charging at the small village that the boy lived in. They were known as mystics in the kingdom of Gardia, and were once at peace with the humans until this dreadful night. The mystics were swarming the village causing chaos, killing villagers, and setting fire to the houses that lie in the village. The screams of the villagers deafened the boy’s ears as he covered them and buried his face into his father’s chest trying to avoid the heat of all the fires. Gardia soldiers quickly headed to the burning villages armed with swords, spears, javelins, bow & arrows, and other heavy cavalry. The soldiers showed no mercy fighting till their deaths and trying to extinguish the village fires. The boy’s father could see Zenan Bridge ahead of him and felt a bit of relief, but quickly that relief was gone, the bridge faded into a blur and darkness, he quickly lost his balance and tumbled over. The boy fell to the ground along with his father ignoring the pain that just happened. The boy got up and walked towards his father. His father had to arrows lodged in his back and was dieing quickly but one word slipped from his lips, “Run!” The boy’s father died. The boy ran to Zenan Bridge that lay ahead him trying to hide his tears and forget the fact the he just lost his father, but the pain was too much to bear and the boy collapse to the ground crying. The tears never ended as they poured from his eyes and streamed down his face to hit the ground. A Gardia Knight saw the boy with his face in the dirt sobbing uncontrollably and reached out to grasp the boy. He was met with a painful strike to the face that caused him to lose balance and fall quickly to the ground. The Knight got up and got a good look at his enemy to see that he was a Mystic, a Hench. The Hench reached for the boy but the Knight got up, drew his sword, and went to slash the Hench. The blade flew with much velocity as it clenched into the Hench’s throat slicing almost four inches into it. Blood poured to the ground and stained the boy’s face. Three more enemies approached the soldier with much intensity in their eyes. They were short stocky figures with pointy ears, huge heads, and colored bodies. They were known as Imps. They were holding small daggers that were about their arm length getting ready to attack. One of them ran at the soldier only to take the sharp tip of his sword. The soldier pulled it out and kicked another one of them. Another Imp came at him; he spun around swinging his sword with him slicing the last Imp in the chest. The Imp that lie on the ground that just had been kicked got up and ran away but was soon met with a spear lodging into it’s back by another Knight. The Knight that just saved the boy’s life picked him up and started heading to Zenan Bridge, where large forces of Gardia Knights were settled getting ready for the last bit of battle. The boy was still sobbing as the Knight carried him. His tears streamed down the Knights armor and puddled to the ground as they still walked. They reached the bridge and the Knight lowered him to the ground and began to speak, “Head to the Castle, you’ll be safe there.” “No! I want somebody to come with me; I don’t want to go alone.” The boy sobbed. “In order to become a man you must let go of your fears, and not cry about somebody’s death. You must let go and be strong, over come what has just happened and be strong, head to the castle, I’ll be there shortly too.” The Knight explained in a calm voice trying to make the boy stop crying. The boy shook his head and started to walk down the bridge still whimpering at what just happened but tried to ignore the deranged thoughts that glided through his mind, yet he still cried but nevertheless he never forgot the words of the Knight who saved his life.
“Boy? Boy? Hey, wake up boy.” “Urah, where am I?” “At Gardia castle, my Mommy found you lying outside the castle in Gardia Forest and brought you in. You were a mess my mommy said; she said that she saw lots and lots of blood on you, but it’s okay now because your safe in the Castle. Sometimes when I’m really sad or scraed I walk over here and I feel better. I feel really safe especially when daddy comes home from the Inn. He gets too drunk and is really mean to me and mommy. Sometimes we get lots of blood on us too.” A little girl said that was cradling over the little boy’s cot that he lay in. She was wearing a white dress, had dark brown hair in pigtails, and had a nice smile that made the boy smile too, but it faded quickly as he started to remember things from the night before. “What’s you name?” She asked in a bit of silly way that made the boy smile again. “Cyrus.” Cyrus answered wiping the smile from his face. “My name is Lizy, but my parents and friends call me Liz.” Cyrus smiled at her but his eyes started to tear up and he began to cry again. “What’s wrong?” She asked as she tried to cheer him up. “My father, he, he… He died in the raid last night.” Cyrus wrapped his arms around his knees and buried his face in legs sobbing out of control. “You’re crying again? What good is boy who cries?” A familiar voice said that sounded very faint and frail. Cyrus looked up and saw the Knight that had saved him last night. He was lying in a cot and was wrapped in many bandages with red stains all over on them. Cyrus walked closer to him but stopped as he figured out that the stains of red were blood. “What happened?” Cyrus asked while walking a little closer to him. “Nothing happened, and I sure as hell am not going to cry about it either. War and battles always have casualties let’s just leave it at that.” The Knight said shrugging at the pain he was in. “Are you going to be alright?” Cyrus asked clenching the Knights hand. “I’ll live, and I’m proud to have it like that.” “What’s going on? Why did the Mystics attack us?” The girl asked the Knight while strolling up beside Cyrus. “The Mystics are no longer at peace with us, they are now enemies, and will be for a very long time.” The Knight replied.
(Chapter 1 ends here)
Side Events: Eventually the knight that had saved Cyrus’s life healed after much time and began to take care of Cyrus. He housed him, feed him, and loved him. Sometimes Cyrus would even call him dad.
Cyrus and Liz’s friendship began to grow much more as time went by. They would play everyday and even took a swordship class. They wanted to become fighters, or even Knights. Cyrus wanted to become like his dad, (Ahem, the knight who saved him) and Liz wanted to get payback on her abusive father. Cyrus aged through his childhood ages and began to take toll on his rough teenage years.
The war also continued on. Many battles were took place and still do but the unknown reason why the Mystics would attack and leave Gardia’s peace in dust remained untold.
Cyrus Resurrection
Chapter 1
The beginning of the war
A boy lay in his soft hay bed only to be disturbed and awakened by his father who was hovering over him and reaching out. “Son, get up quickly,” his father said in fear ignoring that it was three o’clock in the morning, “Hurry! We must leave at once.” “What’s going on?” The boy asked whipping the sleep from his eyes. “Don’t ask questions! We must leave at once, now hurry and gather your belongings.” The boy’s father panicked. The boy got up from the bed eyeing everything around him but could see nothing. The blackness of the night crept over the small village house like a giant blanket. Then suddenly everything lit up, there were fires outside his window that were coming closer and closer by the second. “We have no time to get anything now, come on!” The boy’s father quickly grabbed him and craddled him in his arms as they ran out the village house. The boy peered over his father’s shoulder to see that the fires were coming from torches that were being carried by strange creatures, just coming east out of ships and boats charging at the small village that the boy lived in. They were known as mystics in the kingdom of Gardia, and were once at peace with the humans until this dreadful night. The mystics were swarming the village causing chaos, killing villagers, and setting fire to the houses that lie in the village. The screams of the villagers deafened the boy’s ears as he covered them and buried his face into his father’s chest trying to avoid the heat of all the fires. Gardia soldiers quickly headed to the burning villages armed with swords, spears, javelins, bow & arrows, and other heavy cavalry. The soldiers showed no mercy fighting till their deaths and trying to extinguish the village fires. The boy’s father could see Zenan Bridge ahead of him and felt a bit of relief, but quickly that relief was gone, the bridge faded into a blur and darkness, he quickly lost his balance and tumbled over. The boy fell to the ground along with his father ignoring the pain that just happened. The boy got up and walked towards his father. His father had to arrows lodged in his back and was dieing quickly but one word slipped from his lips, “Run!” The boy’s father died. The boy ran to Zenan Bridge that lay ahead him trying to hide his tears and forget the fact the he just lost his father, but the pain was too much to bear and the boy collapse to the ground crying. The tears never ended as they poured from his eyes and streamed down his face to hit the ground. A Gardia Knight saw the boy with his face in the dirt sobbing uncontrollably and reached out to grasp the boy. He was met with a painful strike to the face that caused him to lose balance and fall quickly to the ground. The Knight got up and got a good look at his enemy to see that he was a Mystic, a Hench. The Hench reached for the boy but the Knight got up, drew his sword, and went to slash the Hench. The blade flew with much velocity as it clenched into the Hench’s throat slicing almost four inches into it. Blood poured to the ground and stained the boy’s face. Three more enemies approached the soldier with much intensity in their eyes. They were short stocky figures with pointy ears, huge heads, and colored bodies. They were known as Imps. They were holding small daggers that were about their arm length getting ready to attack. One of them ran at the soldier only to take the sharp tip of his sword. The soldier pulled it out and kicked another one of them. Another Imp came at him; he spun around swinging his sword with him slicing the last Imp in the chest. The Imp that lie on the ground that just had been kicked got up and ran away but was soon met with a spear lodging into it’s back by another Knight. The Knight that just saved the boy’s life picked him up and started heading to Zenan Bridge, where large forces of Gardia Knights were settled getting ready for the last bit of battle. The boy was still sobbing as the Knight carried him. His tears streamed down the Knights armor and puddled to the ground as they still walked. They reached the bridge and the Knight lowered him to the ground and began to speak, “Head to the Castle, you’ll be safe there.” “No! I want somebody to come with me; I don’t want to go alone.” The boy sobbed. “In order to become a man you must let go of your fears, and not cry about somebody’s death. You must let go and be strong, over come what has just happened and be strong, head to the castle, I’ll be there shortly too.” The Knight explained in a calm voice trying to make the boy stop crying. The boy shook his head and started to walk down the bridge still whimpering at what just happened but tried to ignore the deranged thoughts that glided through his mind, yet he still cried but nevertheless he never forgot the words of the Knight who saved his life.
“Boy? Boy? Hey, wake up boy.” “Urah, where am I?” “At Gardia castle, my Mommy found you lying outside the castle in Gardia Forest and brought you in. You were a mess my mommy said; she said that she saw lots and lots of blood on you, but it’s okay now because your safe in the Castle. Sometimes when I’m really sad or scraed I walk over here and I feel better. I feel really safe especially when daddy comes home from the Inn. He gets too drunk and is really mean to me and mommy. Sometimes we get lots of blood on us too.” A little girl said that was cradling over the little boy’s cot that he lay in. She was wearing a white dress, had dark brown hair in pigtails, and had a nice smile that made the boy smile too, but it faded quickly as he started to remember things from the night before. “What’s you name?” She asked in a bit of silly way that made the boy smile again. “Cyrus.” Cyrus answered wiping the smile from his face. “My name is Lizy, but my parents and friends call me Liz.” Cyrus smiled at her but his eyes started to tear up and he began to cry again. “What’s wrong?” She asked as she tried to cheer him up. “My father, he, he… He died in the raid last night.” Cyrus wrapped his arms around his knees and buried his face in legs sobbing out of control. “You’re crying again? What good is boy who cries?” A familiar voice said that sounded very faint and frail. Cyrus looked up and saw the Knight that had saved him last night. He was lying in a cot and was wrapped in many bandages with red stains all over on them. Cyrus walked closer to him but stopped as he figured out that the stains of red were blood. “What happened?” Cyrus asked while walking a little closer to him. “Nothing happened, and I sure as hell am not going to cry about it either. War and battles always have casualties let’s just leave it at that.” The Knight said shrugging at the pain he was in. “Are you going to be alright?” Cyrus asked clenching the Knights hand. “I’ll live, and I’m proud to have it like that.” “What’s going on? Why did the Mystics attack us?” The girl asked the Knight while strolling up beside Cyrus. “The Mystics are no longer at peace with us, they are now enemies, and will be for a very long time.” The Knight replied.
(Chapter 1 ends here)
Side Events: Eventually the knight that had saved Cyrus’s life healed after much time and began to take care of Cyrus. He housed him, feed him, and loved him. Sometimes Cyrus would even call him dad.
Cyrus and Liz’s friendship began to grow much more as time went by. They would play everyday and even took a swordship class. They wanted to become fighters, or even Knights. Cyrus wanted to become like his dad, (Ahem, the knight who saved him) and Liz wanted to get payback on her abusive father. Cyrus aged through his childhood ages and began to take toll on his rough teenage years.
The war also continued on. Many battles were took place and still do but the unknown reason why the Mystics would attack and leave Gardia’s peace in dust remained untold.
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Kajar Laboratories / CTMP
« on: July 11, 2005, 01:13:34 am »
oh yes we are! we like the look of the characters but they look kinda dragonball zish. The new art looks good though, and when we get someone with a scanner i can show u...
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Kajar Laboratories / CTMP
« on: July 10, 2005, 04:49:25 pm »Quote from: MitchelHunt
Quote from: Jakealso im trying to find one of my friends with a scanner to put up the art, it looks awesome by the way...
maybe you should by your own if you're planning on making the movie animated...
\was that a threat???
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Kajar Laboratories / CTMP
« on: July 09, 2005, 02:44:48 am »
also im trying to find one of my friends with a scanner to put up the art, it looks awesome by the way...
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Kajar Laboratories / CTMP
« on: July 09, 2005, 02:42:01 am »
actually i sent a letter to SE asking for permission to make the movie and they did give it, but they said if it sux (like if i change anything) than they'll take it away, or shut it down. (C&D)
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Kajar Laboratories / Chrono Trigger: The Movie
« on: June 10, 2005, 09:31:54 am »
I was the guest who asked that question by the way, i just forgot to log in. But our animations is with cencors that you would put on your joints and would copy movement. Then you would upload it to a computer and connect a drawing that you have drew (Or i just got one of the internet) and connect all the joints with your character. And it would make it move with it. there is 1 slight problem though. We have an artist on our team, so you would need one too, and you would have to sketch every little angle out. My website is just a forum because we wasted all our money on that software its,
http://ctfansite.proboards37.com
http://ctfansite.proboards37.com
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Kajar Laboratories / Chrono Trigger: The Movie
« on: June 03, 2005, 12:14:53 pm »
How are you planning on doing this? Is it going to be animated? What type of animator do you have?
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Kajar Laboratories / Chrono Trigger Movie Project
« on: June 03, 2005, 12:12:10 pm »
It is going to be a mix of both, the type of medium is a animator that a friend gave that has to do with movments. We have little censors and that go on main joints on your body for main movement.
This movie will take a long time but it will be worth it.[/quote]
This movie will take a long time but it will be worth it.[/quote]
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Kajar Laboratories / Chrono Trigger Movie Project
« on: June 02, 2005, 12:03:51 pm »
yea ur right my friend has stopped me from doing that.
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Kajar Laboratories / Chrono Trigger Movie Project
« on: June 01, 2005, 12:07:32 pm »
me and a bunch of my friends have started working on a chrono trigger movie project. its going to be an animated film, kinda like japanese anime, but not so much the same. my website is (well actually its a forum but it works)
http://ctfansite.proboards37.com
http://ctfansite.proboards37.com
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Site Updates / CTRP gets C&D letter; Compendium status
« on: June 01, 2005, 12:03:09 pm »Quote from: Anonymous
no i will buy them but im just saying that i think SE isn't rlly good. whatever happend to squaresoft?
That was me by the way i forgot to log in..
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Site Updates / CTRP gets C&D letter; Compendium status
« on: May 31, 2005, 12:34:41 pm »
well i personally can't stand SE. many of the new games and remakes ive been looking foward to have been shut down by them...
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