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Princess Zelgadiss?!

Not a Happy Human: How It All Started

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I'm cured. I'm human. I'm normal. Then why aren't those last three statements ended with exclamation marks? Good question. In fact, that's what I've been asking myself. Logic says that I should be ecstatic. I mean, this is what I have been living for these last few years. I put my life on hold just for this damn cure. I sided against my friends for only the chance of an end to it all. Then why am I still brooding away? Here is where I draw a blank, dead end, no answer, zilch.

These inane inquiries are getting me nowhere fast. Maybe if I replay it all from the beginning, it will start to make sense. Yes, that might work. Here goes nothing:

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Where to begin? Introductions are always a sure bet. Well then, my name is Zelgadiss Greywers, A former chimera i.e. a former freak. I was part demon for L-sama's sake! I wasn't always like that. When I was fourteen my great-great grandfather Rezo cursed me with the deformity: part demon, part golem, part human. How do I even begin to describe my, as my grandfather liked to say, new-and-improved body? My hair was like blue wire. Instead of round pupils, I had tiny slits. But worst of all was my skin: rock hard, blue, and covered in 'pebbles.' I do have to concede that there were benefits. For example: I was able to run at incredible speeds, nothing save a sword of light could pierce my skin, and I had increased strength all around. Lina likes to remind me that becoming stronger is what I asked of Rezo. Haha Lina, very amusing. Yes, I do realize that. I would like to point out to her though that I asked for a gift, NOT a curse!

::Sigh:: Enough rambling. Lets flash forward to my nineteenth year, and we'll find myself entering the city of Foren, located in the outside world. It's been a year since the defeat of Dark Star (another story entirely.) The first thing I did before coming upon the crowded streets was pull up my hood and face covering. Don't want to get run out of town by scared mobs after all. I remember quite clearly the chill that trailed up my spine. If I had stopped to think about it I would have known that the chill meant one thing, Lina. Wherever Lina is, trouble is sure to visit. Anyway, back to the story. If I had stopped and thought I would have been right. Not two seconds later did I spy a flash of blonde hair accompanied by a shorter flash of red hair. The blonde was obviously Gourry, who else? If only I hadn't paused with indecision for that millisecond. If only . . . .But alas I did pause, and as I turned to make a beeline for the city's exit I heard the inevitable shout, "Hey Zel! Zel!" Suddenly I found my air supply cut off due to a skinny arm wrapped around my neck. "Jeez Zel, one might get the impression that you were trying to avoid us, what with you speeding up at the sound of your name and all." As these words were sarcastically spat, the death grip on my throat tightened, if that was possible.

"Never ::gasp:: Lina ::gasp:: I just ::gasp:: didn't he ::choke:: ar you," I managed to say with the last of my breath. For such a small girl Lina is fucking strong. L-sama be praised, the arm vanished from my neck and left me bent over, breathing in gulps.

"Zel. I told Lina it had to be you," Gourry smiled at his great achievement of sealing my doom, as he walked towards Lina and me.

"Hi Gourry. Lina," I said with a curt nod. Maybe they might get the idea that I wanted to be alone if I was brief. My hope died at Lina's next words; "This is great! Now all we need is Xellos, and we'd have the whole gang together again."

Whole gang? This was getting worse and worse. I should have run as far as I could; instead I uttered my thoughts aloud, "Whole gang?"

"Yeah. We were just watching Amelia and her entourage riding into town for some kind of royal visit, before Gourry spotted you. And we're supposed to meet Filia and baby Val at the Red Curse Inn in about an hour. What luck, huh?"

Luck isn't the word I would have used. I surely would have said it was doom.

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I'm jerked out of my musings by the sound of a hesitant knock. I groan and walk over to open the door. There stands the accursed Amelia. I heave another groan, this time however, it is a silent one.

"What is it Amelia?"

She seems taken aback by my abruptness, but still answers with strength, "Can I talk to you Mister Zelgadiss?"

Oh boy. "Sure. Come in I guess."

She slips past me and walks over to my bed to sit. I turn around and plop myself down on the chair across from the bed. I avoid looking at her. Those damned questions about my happiness come up if I do. That and a slight twinge of guilt. How is it that she is so happy with. . . with. . . "Do you hate me now?"

This shocks me. Why would I hate her? I ask her.

"Well, because you used to hate yourself."

Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh. You now are wondering what that has to do with my hating her, ne? I hesitate with my answer, and am thrown back into my memories of yesterday:

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