Chapter 1:
Rain drizzled from the sky all day, a dismel drip that soaks through everything. A figure completely covered in wet cloth trugged slowly through the ankle-deep mud, water dripping from his hood as he looked down at his feet, moving by will power alone. Slowly, through the mists of rain hovering over the mountain landscape, a small village appeared slowly around the bend. "Finally," Zelgadis said wearily.
Zel stumbled exhaustedly into the the village and looked for a place out of the constant wet. He spotted a small temple,a tavern,and a little shop, all of which he could dry out in. 'I have no money,' Zel thought,'Maybe the temple would let me stay the night for free.' Zel stumbled into the temple, splashing mud carelessly onto his already muddy clothing.
Inside the temple, in the flickering light of a few cheap tallow candles, sat a monk in deep meditation. Zel approached quietly, unsure if he should disturb the monk. He started in surprise as the monk spoke without opening his eyes. "I know why you have come, child of a bitter past. You seek a cure to your transformation. I do not know of a cure. However, go to the top of Mount Ohmmm and find the lost relic of great power. Use it on your quest. Go, seek, be cured."
With those words, Zelgadis found himself outside, facing toward a tall mountain. "I suppose that is Mount Ohm," Zel grumbled to himself.
"Not Mount Ohm ,you dolt!" the monk's disembodied voice echoed through his head, "Mount Ohmmm! Three m's, not one! Now get going. You're ruining the mood!"
"Yes sir!" Zel barked sarcasticly. This was going to be a long walk.