Ricky couldn’t sleep. His body was pumping with adrenaline after an active night running around the city as Troy. He thought exercising on a treadmill at a high speed was good exercise, but there was nothing like leaping from rooftop to rooftop, sprinting across the park faster than he ever could before, and leaping stories high into the air. The life of being Troy Page of Chronos had been fun for him, but a late night run around the city may have been a bad idea to do before bed. He was wide-awake now, and there wasn’t a chance in hell he was going to bed yet.

He sat up on his mattress and turned on the lamp on the floor, lighting up the room. It was a small studio apartment with a mattress on the floor with a stained carpet loaded with wrinkled dirty clothes, empty bottles of beer, tissues, half-eaten dinners, magazines, dumbbells and other junk. Under a half-drunken six-pack of beer was the notepad – just what he was looking for! He pulled it out and looked at it – the notes of all the things he had to remember about his duties as a page. It read:

1 – go 2 surounding dayly or as offen as posible
2 – fight monsters in city
3 – “i pledj my life and loyelty to kronos, and to troy. i humbly request ur aid, so that in retern i may give u mine.”
4 – protect the princess.
5 – dont hit on her

It was the third bullet on the list that stood out to him most. The phrase was one that he had kept hearing as a soft whisper ever since his awakening. He wasn’t sure what it had meant, but whenever the whisper had come to him he had the urge to say it – but he never felt there was an appropriate time.

However, as he looked at the phrase he supposed there was no better time than then. It was that or look up some porn until he fell asleep, but it was Sunday and you just don’t do that on God’s day. He grabbed the twig – his Knight weapon – and powered up to Troy of Chronos as he moved fully out of his bed and kneeled on the floor beside it. He clasped his hands together, eyes shut and elbows on the bed, in bedtime prayer position.

“God….Chronos,” he hesitated before adding the second name. He had two faiths now, and it was hard for him to add it, even though it felt right and purposeful to do so. There was still a feeling of guilt attached to it, though. He peeked his eyes open to look at the note and read the saying aloud – slowly, clearly struggling:

“I pledge my life and loyalty to Chronos, and to Troy.
I humbly request your aids, so that in return I may give you mine.”

He then closed his eyes tight as he felt the space shift and move around him, his body was warped into the heavens, up to the Surrounding.

((Follow Troy into space!))
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