It was night.
Crickets chirped and the leaves rustled....perhaps a bit too loud because Zelgadis turned, scowling, in his sleep and stuck a pillow through his ears. I guess some people don't like the great outdoors.
Now, it was night, like I said, but a night like no other that had ever happened. By the smoldering flames of the campfire, where scattered bits of fish lay tossed about on kabobs, the whole group as we know them slept. There was the spokesgirl for justice herself, Amilia Seruun, dreaming of jumping from a tree with a perfect 10 (and all the bandits applauded...before she justified them). By her was the great big, lovable, but unfortunately inescapably yogurt headed Gourry with a big lump on his head from grabbing Lina in his sleep again.
And then, there was Zelgadis.
Tossing aside the pillow and cursing all chirping, howling, and hooting creatures of the night, he looked up at the stars. "Where could it be?" he said, pondering the thing he ponders every night, even before world domination. "How long do I have to travel around like a lost boy scout before we find the Claire Bible?"
Poor Zel.
His story is of the familiar caliber. Boy wants power, boy gets power, boy gets turned into golem-demon-human mix....ah...l'vive!
But now, with his companions he was searching for his cure, but every time that it was in his reach.....
Ah, but that's depressing!
Well, back to that night thing. Zelagdis, ignoring the huge moon in the sky walked silently through the woods. He contemplated things, magic, cure, coffee, cure, that sort of thing. He was just getting back to the whole cure thing when, from the shadows of the woods, that dripped from everything like midnight blood, a figure detatched itself.
Immediately, Zelgadis grabbed his sword, ready to murmur a spell and rock n' roll.
"Wait!" a voice said, calmly. "Put down your sword! I mean no harm!"
Not believing that for a moment, Zelgadis replied coldly, "I'll decide that. Who are you? What are you doing here? "
The figure was silent for a moment, as if not daring to laugh at that. "Nothing more than you I believe." He finally replied. "Just strolling under the moonlight." And saying that, the man stepped from the dark.
What struck Zel was how very pale he was, and very young. He wore a hat on his head that was bright blue and he had an old tunic on. In his pocket and in the bag he carried were a thousand messy scrolls, drooling from those places. "But I do have other reasons to be here tonight, Mr. Greywords." The boy (my, what a deep voice you have, Zel was thinking) said with a mysterious twist to his mouth that made him look very old.
"How..." Zelgadis asked, taken aback. Quickly collecting himself, he drew up his sword, magic words all raising their hands to be picked were flickering in his brain. "What do you want with me?"
"My...do I look suspicious?" The boy shrugged. "Ah well." He rummaged through his bag, spilling papers all over the ground, then through his pockets, mumbling all the while about organization..."I need to buy a file cabinet" and the like. Meanwhile, Zel sweatdropped, and suddenly felt ridiculous, standing in the middle of the night with some freaky kid who was rummaging through pockets deeper than a bottomless purse...
He sighed and put his sword away. "Good night." He said, annoyed.
"Wait! O! Please wait....its....here...some...ah!!!" Zel, who was by then already back on the path that he had came on, stopped involuntarily.
"What's this?" he cried.
The boy walked up to him, smiling. "Sorry, Mr. Greywords, but I have to deliver this, and you're being so hostile!"
"I'll show you hostile! Flame....!"
But it never came, because the boy had a hand over his mouth and when the chimera stopped thrashing like a kid in a fit, he smiled and said. "This is all I have to do. Please take this scroll. And sign here." Zel, not really sure what he was doing, signed. Handing him the scroll, the boy said, "Thank you, Mr. Greywords! Have a wonderful time! Good luck!" And with that, he vanished, and Zel could drop the pen that had signed on its own accord.
"That little....! Was all he could say, because at that moment, the scroll that the boy had delivered caught his eye. His heart started to pump quicker all of a sudden. And for dramatic effect, the sun rose and in all its glory shone on him as he read the golden letters printed across the top of the scroll... "Chimera...Cure..for...All!!!"
With that, Zelgadis Greywords proceeded to dance and scream like a school-girl.