ALRIGHT GUYS!
THE SECOND ETHEREAL CROSS STARTS HERE! Sorta.
We still gotta go through the part where stuff happens before everything goes completely wacko.

But yeah, I think I had mentioned that EC would be strewn over a large amount of time, say about six years. But I lied. SPONTANEOUS WRITING, FTW!

Yeah, it's one of the mods of EC that I promised. I told you there would be mods. Did I not? It even says so in the title. "Ethereal Cross Modification", no? Without further adrama, let's BATTLE.

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The Saga Continues:
For the Children

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[The storm's intensity only increases as Cruce rushes through the Sycuan golf course, tearing through any obstacle that is blown in his path. He finds it increasingly difficult to do so as he nears the office his mother is inside of. Again, he can feel his strength begin to abandon him. Nonetheless, it is enough to move on with a powerful resolve.]
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(C r u c e)
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-Singing Hills.-

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"Space..."
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Cruce: [He opens his eyes, having closed them for a few moments... However, he does not remember the reason for this. He stops in front of a parking lot which is watched over by the old house his mother works in... though it is a house now more, let alone a building. The roof has been completely torn off. He can see the remains of assistant androids in the lot. There are no cars here. He concludes that they have all been blown into the wild green yonder. He himself, even with his strength, is finding it difficult to even stay upright in this cyclonic storm. He gazes upon the still-falling structure.] ...Dammit... dammit all to hell!
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[Now, Cruce raises both hands, a spiritual manifestation of green light forming a linear shape in both. The head of it, a cross, points to the asphalt ground. The shape solidifies as the legendary crossblade, Dimension.]
Cruce: Dimension!!! [He brings the blade straight into the asphalt, managing to pierce through it. A thousand streaks of light fan out into the asphalt and rush for the white house. As they reach the structure, large chunks of rubble light up and begin shifting to reform stability. Cruce attempts to keep the structure sound by using the massive mind-magic properties of Dimension to condense the size of the still-breaking building and holding it firm. He pushes with unwavering strength to keep anyone who may still be inside safe from the storm... He shuts his eyes tightly, a series of inescapable flashes coming to him...]
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[Each of these flashes pertain to a specific color.]
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[First, green.]
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[Second, yellow.]
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[Third, pink.]
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[Fourth, light blue.]
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[Fifth, dark blue.]
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[Sixth, orange.]
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[Seventh, brown.]
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[Eighth, purple.]
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[Ninth, gray.]
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[Tenth, red.]
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[Eleventh, white.]
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[Twelfth, black.]
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[These flashes repeat themselves countless times, eventually slowing down and pulsing into darkness...]
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[Cruce hears a voice. Each of these voices restore color to his vision.]
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"Is it you...? Is that power... you...?
[The light is pink...]
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"That's... gotta be you. Cruce? You're the one... Are you?"
[The light is light blue.]
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"Save us, please..."
[Both flashes of pink and light blue come to Cruce. He feels the sensation of his mind ripping in two.]
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Cruce: [He screams in his head, all sensations leaving him. He feels nothing...]
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[He drops to the asphalt as the world around him, for the second time, goes to hell...]
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[But to Cruce, this is not the ground he once stood upon.]
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[He awakens only a few moments later to find that he is laying in an enormous, wide-open field of endless green, rolling hills.]
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Cruce: [Stands, observing his surroundings...] (Have I... been here...?) [He recognizes this place as the Temporal Plain from the previous battle with Nuvaaya.] ... Hello...? Is... anyone watching... can anyone hear me...?
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[He hears an ominous, deep voice in the sky...]
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[It speaks but one word.]
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"Family..."
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Cruce: [Startled, he glances upward.] !? Wh-who's there--who said that?! ...Family...? Where are you?! ...
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"...Hey... Hey, can you hear me?"
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Cruce: I can hear you, yeah! Please, speak to me! I'm here!
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"You're the one... you're the savior."
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Cruce: [Notices it is a different voice now.] What...? Me...? ...I'm no savior... I'm just a boy... ...I-I still don't know what I am... to be honest.
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"You've gotta be the one we've been looking, no, praying for."
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"What is your name?"
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Cruce: [He closes his eyes...] My name... My name is Cruce Maximilius.
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"Cruce...?"
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"Maximilius...?"
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Cruce: I may or may not be a savior... That doesn't mean I won't do my best to keep the Eclipses safe from Darkness... Is that... bound to happen... on my home world... again...?
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[The voices have left him...]
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[Light has left him...]
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[Light has left his world. All motion ceases. All sensation ceases.]
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[Nothingness...]
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[The very fabric of space falls apart...]
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"Reality..."
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"Fantasy..."
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[Cruce, having fallen to the ground, awakens. He sees nothing but blackness. He feels the weight of what seems like a dozen cars piled on top of him. He senses that life around him has been devastated, but at least restored in some manner that he cannot truly identify. He begins to make out a few cracks of light in the pile of rubble he has been buried within... He lays in absolute silence, listening to the winds howling above. He can almost hear a faint, ethereal humming...]
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[With the assumption that he is still alive, he pushes outward, displaying his strength to whoever might be nearby. No one is in the proximity... Cruce manages to connect his palms to the surface of the fallen rubble that has come crashing down upon him. It is now that he feels an usual sensation behind him, sprouting from his lower back. He can also sense things as if he was a Safan, though slightly less efficient. With a grunt, Cruce gives the push one last effort. The rubble is forced off of him. He stands in a small pit with debris surrounding him.]
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Cruce: [Steps out of the pile of rubble. He is no longer in his human form. He is not a Safa. He is not a Pokémon.] ...God help us all... [He looks around at the unholy devastation that has been brought about. Trees have been torn from their roots. Buildings have been raised off of their foundations. Absolute destruction litters Singing Hills. And Cruce knows this image is very much the same elsewhere. He also knows it does not come without death.]
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"It's all come down again..."
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"I've seen the rebirth of worldly collision..."
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"And now I have to live it... again..."
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"Where is the world I know...?"
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-End of Part 3.-
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Are you all excited?
You had better be.
This next stuff will be... uncalled for...
Having said that...
ABSOLUTELY NO ONE IS PREPARED FOR THE CRUD I'M ABOUT TO UNLEASH!!
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Ha.