My Name Is Zelgius My Name Is Zelgius

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Rated T

Chapter 1: The Brand

He had been born in his house, like any other baby.

It was the countryside near Sienne, and the cottage was like any other. Straw roof, and stonewall accompanied the look, unlike the solid wood for their neighbours. But these denizens were respected in the land of Begnion.

Count Kadhos the fourth was the father, and he was a renowned man. Broad-shouldered with a large, stocky figure, he was a formidable politician. He was, however, proud to a special degree, and known to resort to violence in the court.

The mother was a noble countrywoman of Daein, Vanita. She was captured in a war against Begnion, and she was to be executed until Kadhos had saved her. They lived for a long time before she eased on him, and began to love him.

The result was the baby boy in her hands, freshly delivered. She was in her bed, weak from the birth, while the third, a traveling monk, sat with a smile on his face.

"He's beautiful." Vanita murmured, swaddling the baby. He gurgled, and pinched her arm. "Oh, and strong too."

"Good. He will be of some amount to Begnion." Kadhos gruffly said, wiping his blue hair of sweat.

"He has your hair, Count. And your face." The monk said, his voice lyrical to a fault. "But he has the mother's grey eyes. And so attentive."

"Nonsense, he's barely a day old." The Count turned to the monk. "Now, you may leave."

"Leave? But why?" The monk asked, dark hair waving about.

"You wanted to help with the birth, see the baby, but go! NOW, before I-"
He was interrupted by a scream. He whirled about, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

She held up the boy. "On his back!" She said, tears coming down.

On the boy's back was a black, whirling shape, confusing to some, but a clear indication of his curse.

"No….No…. NO!" The mother shrieked, her lungs vibrating. "OUR SON IS CURSED!"

"What's wrong?" The monk asked, eyes gleaming as he observed the baby.

"WHAT"S WRONG? OUR SON IS A HALF-BREED!" The count roared, his fists shaking. His face was a good purple now. "HE HAS THE BLOOD OF A SUB-HUMAN!"

Instantly, the monk lifted up a dagger. The count instantly stopped yelling. The air became tense. "Never-" The monk seethed through clenched teeth, "EVER, use that word again."

"My grandfather, it was." Kadhos replied. The monk and wife turned, blinking. "He fought for a year in Gallia before my father was born. When he came back- he- he-" He silently shook, tears rolling down. "He was holding a filthy sub-human, kissing it, stroking it… he was a horrible man to bring this curse on my successor!" He roared.

The monk smiled again, regaining his calm demeanour. "Your child is blessed with this brand, not cursed. He is the beautiful union of two races-"

"STOP SPREADING THAT LIE!" Kadhos screamed. "THEY ARE MONSTERS! SLAVES!"

The monk stood in a corner. "You know not of what you speak. If you wish to not have the brand shown, hide it."

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Kadhos roared. The monk did so quietly.

The boy grew and grew, retaining a baby like figure for longer than he should have. The count and his wife were worried, but they merely masked it.

The boy was named Zelgius Kadhos, and he eventually became a strong, fair blue-haired boy.

But his skin remained pale, his appearance was kept.

And his destiny was hinted at the battle of Sienne.