Three - Lost Love
Gone. She was gone forever. Maybe he had loved her but now he'd never know.
Zelgadiss walked briskly, angrily through the woods. He wasn't sure just when he'd decided to run, but he was. He had to get away. As if he could run from the reality, he wandered deeper into the forest just behind the Inn.
He kept running, not knowing or caring where he was headed. It was getting hard to even breath. Each breath of air he drew into his lungs stung. Still, nothing could compare to the vivid pain in his heart. The cool wind was strong against his body. As he ran, his cape billowed in the breeze, strands of purplish wire were no longer in his eyes. Violently, he shoved tree branches out of the way and trampled over small bushes. Tears were coming to his eyes now.
After a while, he reached a small pond. Zelgadiss slowed reluctantly, planted himself on the damp bank.
The chimera rested his head in his hands, breathing deep. He looked up slowly into the sky. Storm clouds were brewing.
"How fitting," He thought bitterly. Zelgadiss had always been a realist. More correctly a pessimist. He didn't see any sense in getting your hopes up just to have them crushed. Like Lina, he'd also built a wall around his heart. But someone had begun to tear that wall down. And now she was gone. The only girl he could have possibly loved was dead. Just like that.
Zelgadiss looked heavenward and let out an angry yell. Stone fists pounded once into the damp soil. 'How could this happen?! Amelia was only sixteen. She'd barely begun to live! I'VE barely begun to live...'
Something rippled in the water, catching his eye. He focused on the way the water rippled. A small ripple at first. Then it began to grow, getting larger and larger until it dissipated into the pond as a whole.
Zelgadiss' eyes suddenly pooled with tears. He closed his eyelids in despair, salty tears spilling down his stony cheeks. Wire-laced eyebrows creased and he pulled his knees up to his chest, buried his face in his knees. He must have looked weak, sitting there all curled up. But he didn't care. He didn't care at all. Amelia was gone, so he decided he'd leave too. Lina and Gourry would never see him again.
Zelgadiss swallowed the uncomfortable lump in his throat and stood. The wind caressed his damp face once more. He reached up, pulled his hood and mask over his face. One glance back towards the Inn. Where Amelia lay in cold blood. Where Lina sobbed into Gourry's chest as he comforted her. Where he would last be seen by his only friends.
Zelgadiss banished all thoughts of Amelia, Lina, and Gourry. He turned towards the road that traveled deeper into the woods.
"I never should have stayed with them so long. I got too attached." He started walking. "Well, that's all going to change now."
The rain began to pour as Zelgadiss' shadowy form disappeared through the trees.
Gone. She was gone forever. Maybe he had loved her but now he'd never know.
Zelgadiss walked briskly, angrily through the woods. He wasn't sure just when he'd decided to run, but he was. He had to get away. As if he could run from the reality, he wandered deeper into the forest just behind the Inn.
He kept running, not knowing or caring where he was headed. It was getting hard to even breath. Each breath of air he drew into his lungs stung. Still, nothing could compare to the vivid pain in his heart. The cool wind was strong against his body. As he ran, his cape billowed in the breeze, strands of purplish wire were no longer in his eyes. Violently, he shoved tree branches out of the way and trampled over small bushes. Tears were coming to his eyes now.
After a while, he reached a small pond. Zelgadiss slowed reluctantly, planted himself on the damp bank.
The chimera rested his head in his hands, breathing deep. He looked up slowly into the sky. Storm clouds were brewing.
"How fitting," He thought bitterly. Zelgadiss had always been a realist. More correctly a pessimist. He didn't see any sense in getting your hopes up just to have them crushed. Like Lina, he'd also built a wall around his heart. But someone had begun to tear that wall down. And now she was gone. The only girl he could have possibly loved was dead. Just like that.
Zelgadiss looked heavenward and let out an angry yell. Stone fists pounded once into the damp soil. 'How could this happen?! Amelia was only sixteen. She'd barely begun to live! I'VE barely begun to live...'
Something rippled in the water, catching his eye. He focused on the way the water rippled. A small ripple at first. Then it began to grow, getting larger and larger until it dissipated into the pond as a whole.
Zelgadiss' eyes suddenly pooled with tears. He closed his eyelids in despair, salty tears spilling down his stony cheeks. Wire-laced eyebrows creased and he pulled his knees up to his chest, buried his face in his knees. He must have looked weak, sitting there all curled up. But he didn't care. He didn't care at all. Amelia was gone, so he decided he'd leave too. Lina and Gourry would never see him again.
Zelgadiss swallowed the uncomfortable lump in his throat and stood. The wind caressed his damp face once more. He reached up, pulled his hood and mask over his face. One glance back towards the Inn. Where Amelia lay in cold blood. Where Lina sobbed into Gourry's chest as he comforted her. Where he would last be seen by his only friends.
Zelgadiss banished all thoughts of Amelia, Lina, and Gourry. He turned towards the road that traveled deeper into the woods.
"I never should have stayed with them so long. I got too attached." He started walking. "Well, that's all going to change now."
The rain began to pour as Zelgadiss' shadowy form disappeared through the trees.