Chapter 5: Homecoming
"Aaa! Look! He's a little pervert!" Lina screamed when she found Zel in Amelia's bed, clutching her tightly in his
sleep.
"Miss Lina, he's only six... well, twenty-four but he looks six... uh... he's thinks he is six... uh... never mind..."
Amelia tried to sort this out in her mind while Gourry tried to calm Lina down.
"He was probably having a bad dream or something and wanted company. I know I always slept with my mom when I got
scared. He just chose Amelia as a Substitute Mom."
Lina snapped back, "But you're the one who is the Comforter of Panic, why didn't he sleep with you?! I'll tell ya
why, he's a little perv!"
"Lina, 'daddies' don't do nightmares. Everyone knows that from the moment they pop out of their mothers. Zel
wouldn't come to me because guys don't make nightmare monsters go away."
Amelia interjected, "I always went to my daddy when I was scared!"
"But if your mom had been there, you would have gone to her. You didn't exactly have a choice, Zel does. As weird as
that sounds."
Lina grumbled, "I still think he's a perv."
Zel sat up and yawned, unaware that they were talking about him. He looked around, smiling at everyone.
Lina sighed, "Well, not only is he a perv, he's a sickeningly cute perv," Lina ripped her hair out in frustration,
"I can't be mad at a cute little kid! Make him stop being cute so I can be angry without feeling bad!"
Zel giggled in the cutest way possible.
"STOP IT!!!"
*** ***
Three days later, they arrived in the White Magic City, Saillune. Of course, Lina and Gourry were not too thrilled
at the prospect of seeing Phil while Amelia was ecstatic.
"I hope Daddy didn't miss me too much while I was away!" Amelia said giggling.
"Why do we have to see your father?" Lina asked, moaning.
"Daddy might know a way to change Master Zelgadis back to normal. I bet there is something in the magical books in
the royal library!"
"Yippee," Lina said dead-pan.
*** ***
Of course, Zel had no idea who exactly "Phil" was but he was excited. First off, he had never been to Saillune
before. Secondly, Big Guy had decided that since this was a special day, he would untie Zel but he insisted on holding his
hand. The scary part was Big Guy's hand completely engulfed his and his fingers could still wriggle. Big Guy knew this
however and gripped Zel tightly so Zel couldn't escape. He marveled at the sights of Saillune. Everyone talking at once and
selling things he had never seen before. And somewhere, in that mass of chaos and confusion, there was a lollipop with his
name on it.
While deciding which flavor he should get when he got around to asking Big Guy to get him a lolly, he heard singing
children.
Maybe singing isn't the right word. More like happy chanting. He heard this:
Papa, Papa
get your bow
There are ten ducks
in a row
String it, string it
make it tight
Mama and Baby
need food tonight
Hit them, Hit them
as fast as you can
so I can put them
in a frying pan
At the last verse, all the singers clapped their hands and screamed "Quack" so loud that the nearby adults jumped.
Then the rhyme began again, only this time with nine ducks, then eight, then seven and so on. It was a simple counting rhyme
and, as with all children songs, highly annoying when sang repeatedly. Which the children did.
This rhyme caught Zel's attention. He knew the rhyme. That meant the children singing were children from his village.
All his friends would be there since all of them were six and six was an important year. That was the year for your first
trip to Saillune.
But Zel was stuck! The adults would never let him go. Big Guy would know as soon as he wriggled out to freedom.
"What if he didn't, though?" Zel thought to himself.
*** ***
"I'm hungry," Lina said aloud.
"So am I," Gourry answered, "And I bet Zel is, too."
"There's a restaurant over there, Miss Lina," Amelia gesturing to some distance away from them. Before Lina could
respond, an angry butcher stomped over to them.
"Are yuh payin' fer that?" The butcher sneered.
"Pay for what? Walking around?" Lina scoffed.
"Nyoh, for those sausage links yer boyfriend's been draggin' in the dirt for the last quarta mile!" Gourry looked
behind him and where Zel should have been were dirty sausage links.
"Oops, do you want them back?" Gourry asked.
The butcher turned bright red, "No! Ya dunce! Who in their right mind would pay for trashed links? Nah, you're
buyin' 'em!"
"Why? I didn't take them."
"They're in yer hand!"
"The boy under my care took them."
"Well, he ain't here now, ain't he? Pay!" Before Lina got involved, Amelia took out the right amount and paid. The
butcher bowed to "Your Lovely Majesty" and spat on Gourry's foot.
"Why did you go and do that?" Lina demanded.
"It wasn't worth you throwing around fireballs," Amelia replied.
"I wonder where Zel went..." Gourry wondered while Lina and Amelia argued over the links.
*** ***
"QUACK!!!" The children giggled when Michelle jumped.
"Cephied, I hate that part," Michelle said to her husband, Evan.
"Well, I bet our parents didn't like it very much either," Evan smirked.
"That doesn't make me feel any better." Evan laughed and Michelle joined him. It was a lovely day for trading.
Business would be good today. "If I'm lucky, I might get the nerve to talk to Evan about raising our own children," she
thought. She looked around in contentment when she noticed a boy following the parade of traders. He was looking for someone.
He looked lost. Michelle tapped Evan, "Evan, do you see that boy?"
Evan looked over, "Yeah, figure he's lost his mama or something?" Michelle nodded, "Here," she handed him the list
of supplies they needed, "I'll be back."
She went over to the boy. He was frail-looking and pale like ivory. He had blue hair that was cut where his head met
his neck. He had the bluest of eyes. Such unusual eyes. She had only seen one other person with those type of eyes. Eyes you
could just fall into and...
"Stop that!" she chided herself. They were just eyes. Concentrate on the boy, the now. She touched his shoulders, she
could feel his shoulder blades, "Are you lost?" The boy nodded. "Are you looking for your mama?" The boy nodded again. "Let's
go find her."
She brought him into the parade and said to the woman behind her, "Katherine, tell the others I've found a boy. He's
lost, make sure your children are with you." Katherine nodded and passed it on. The boy, however, began going through the
people and saying, "Amam? Apap?" repeatedly. The children had started the song again since they had just reached zero. This
made the boy more antsy, more pleading in his search.
Katherine turned to Michelle, "No one is missing no one. The kid isn't from our village."
"What should we do with him? He could get hurt or sold to be a slave somewhere..."
"You know they don't allow that here!"
"That doesn't mean they don't do it."
Katherine sighed, "Okay, he'll stay. Searching mothers stick out in a crowd." So, they waited.
"QUACK!!!"
*** ***
"Where could've he gone?" Lina asked no one but herself, then she ground her teeth, "and whoever is singing that song
better shut up soon!"
"Miss Lina, I think I see him! He's with the shepherds from the Millay Province!" Amelia pointed out the parade of
shepherds. The singing children were also in this group.
"QUACK!!!"
"I wish they'd stop," Lina groaned, and Lina started towards them but Amelia was ahead of her. She went up to
Michelle.
"Excuse me, is that boy yours?" Amelia asked, "because we've just lost track of..."
Michelle clapped her hands and got the boy's attention, "Look! We found your mama!"
The boy shook his head, "Ydal si taht. Amam ym ton si taht."
"Excuse me?" Michelle asked, and turned to Amelia, "What did he just say?" Amelia was not listening, she was calling
Gourry over, "Mister Gourry! I found Master Zelgadis!"
Michelle tapped Amelia on the shoulder, "What did you call this boy?"
"Master Zelgadis."
"It's just that... uh... it doesn't matter... I'm sorry..."
"Sorry for what?"
"Well, I know this sounds strange but I used to know a boy named Zelgadis. But he died long ago. I thought it was an
unusual name I guess I was wrong..."
"What was his last name?"
"Excuse me?"
"His last name, what was it?"
"I don't see why you find this so fascinating, he was just a boy I knew long ago..."
"Tell me anyway!"
"Greywords. Zelgadis Greywords." Gourry had just run over just Amelia began jumping around.
"We found it! We found it!" Amelia hugged Gourry around the neck.
"What did we find?" Gourry strained out.
"His hometown! Master Zelgadis' hometown! His parents must be here. They will translate for us."
"Who's hometown?" Michelle asked.
"Master Zelgadis'! The boy there."
"But he's no one's son. This boy wasn't born in Millay. And Zelgadis Greywords died seven years ago."
"How do you know?" Lina asked, having joined the group.
"He stopped writing. He stopped visiting us. What other explanation could there be? Besides, Zelgadis Greywords, if
he was alive, would be twenty-four years old, not six!"
"But there is a simple explanation for that..." But before Amelia could finish, a crinkled voice said, "Come here,
child." Zel's ears perked up and ran to a shrunken lady. She was very old. She was leather brown and her hair was white and
in a bun. She was deeply wrinkled.
"Maya? Do you know who the child is?" Michelle asked.
"In a moment I will," she smiled, "Little One, is your name Zelgadis Greywords?"
The boy nodded. "Are those two your parents?" He shook his head. "Where are your parents?" He shrugged. "Are you
from the Millay Province?" He nodded. "Are the grandson and the great-grandson of the Red Priest Rezo?" He nodded. She looked
up at Michelle, "My child, one thing I know is when a child is lying. This child is not. This child is Zelgadis Greywords,"
She chuckled, "I told you he was still alive."
Katherine, shaking her head in silence now found words, "Are you saying he grew down?"
"Not exactly," Lina said, ready to make a speech. Maya wheezed, "I am tired, and I believe so are the rest of the
villagers. We have an inn reserved, explain your story to us there."
*** ***
"And so," Lina concluded, "that's all we know. That's all we saw."
"We were thinking that his parents could understand him and tell us what they want to do with him," Gourry added.
Maya nodded, "You're right. His mother could understand him."
Lina clapped, "Great, where is she?"
Maya looked sad and deflated, "My dear, the mother of this child is dead."
"Dead?" The three adults asked in unison.
"Sad, but true. She became very ill and died when the boy was nine years old. Before you ask, his father could not
understand him and it would not matter anyway, he killed himself at his wife's funeral."
Evan drew a deep breath from his pipe, "I remember that. I couldn't sleep for days without seeing that."
"So, no parents. How about siblings?" Lina asked, waving the smoke away from her face.
"He was an only child," Katherine said.
Michelle marveled aloud, "He's just as he was when he was six. The looks, the attitude, the memories, even the
language. He truly grew down."
Katherine's husband, Mitchell, spoke up, "Not quite."
"What do you mean?" Evan asked.
"I don't see him throwing up any black crud. Remember the black crud he'd cough up? He's perfect in every way. That
makes him imperfect."
"Throwing up black crud? What black crud?" Lina asked, ever the skeptic.
Maya explained, "Zelgadis was a sickly child. He was premature and small, it was to be expected. He barely saw his
first year, if his grandfather had not healed him, he would not have lived. But even Rezo was baffled by his illness. As a
result, he never fully recovered."
Evan finished for Maya, "First off, he lost his magical powers, according to his father. Also, he was physically
weak. He didn't learn to walk until he was finishing up his second year, and even then, he walked awkwardly for years
afterward. He didn't speak until he was five and it was in that goofy language you hear now. When he spoke in our language,
around the age of eight, he had a horrible stutter. He couldn't say his 'Z's, he had to say his name like 'Elgadis'. He was
pretty messed up."
Michelle then recalled something, "But, by some miracle, when he turned ten, every ailment went away. He gained a
steady and graceful stride, his voice took on a richer tone and his stutter vanished. He got stronger. A lot stronger. He
could take on boys bigger than him. He didn't believe it. He thought we were lying when we said he was the best fighter. He
was convinced he was weak. We could never convince him otherwise."
Lina was growing impatient, "What about the black crud?"
"Oh, that," Evan said, "when we were in the three to six year range, whenever we would be playing tag or something,
one minute he'd be running around like a normal kid then he'd keel over and start throwing up," Evan made a face of disgust,
"all this black crud. We never knew what it was. It looked like tar but we knew it wasn't tar. They would never tell us
what it was. I don't think even they knew. I know Dis hated it. It wouldn't be once a day either. He would throw up around
five times a day..."
"Five times?" Amelia asked in shock.
"Yeah, it would come without warning. You could just be talking to him, not moving him or anything and he would just
throw up in front of you. He couldn't control it."
"But," Michelle added, "that also vanished. He stopped throwing up around the age of seven."
Lina put her head in her hands, "Great, we have to wait a year before we can even understand him. What are
supposed to do in the meantime?"
"Surely Master Zelgadis had other relatives," Amelia suggested.
"I do remember something," Mitchell said, "when we would be leaving to go home, the Greywords family would keep going
north. I asked Dis where exactly they went and he said 'To his aunty's house'. He may have an aunt."
"That doesn't tell us where in the north his 'aunt' lives," Lina barked back.
Maya laughed, "I know where the Greywords went, and I'll tell you how to get there."
To be continued...
Author's Notes: Hey! I'm back. Marching season is over so I have a lot more time on the weekends to write! Hope you enjoyed
this chapter! I'm sorry the last one was so short and I hope this chapter made up for it!
I'm glad some people have decided to write to me! If you want send me some C&C or just want to know what the square root of
64 is, you can reach me at: destinyplot@lycos.com
See you later!
"Aaa! Look! He's a little pervert!" Lina screamed when she found Zel in Amelia's bed, clutching her tightly in his
sleep.
"Miss Lina, he's only six... well, twenty-four but he looks six... uh... he's thinks he is six... uh... never mind..."
Amelia tried to sort this out in her mind while Gourry tried to calm Lina down.
"He was probably having a bad dream or something and wanted company. I know I always slept with my mom when I got
scared. He just chose Amelia as a Substitute Mom."
Lina snapped back, "But you're the one who is the Comforter of Panic, why didn't he sleep with you?! I'll tell ya
why, he's a little perv!"
"Lina, 'daddies' don't do nightmares. Everyone knows that from the moment they pop out of their mothers. Zel
wouldn't come to me because guys don't make nightmare monsters go away."
Amelia interjected, "I always went to my daddy when I was scared!"
"But if your mom had been there, you would have gone to her. You didn't exactly have a choice, Zel does. As weird as
that sounds."
Lina grumbled, "I still think he's a perv."
Zel sat up and yawned, unaware that they were talking about him. He looked around, smiling at everyone.
Lina sighed, "Well, not only is he a perv, he's a sickeningly cute perv," Lina ripped her hair out in frustration,
"I can't be mad at a cute little kid! Make him stop being cute so I can be angry without feeling bad!"
Zel giggled in the cutest way possible.
"STOP IT!!!"
*** ***
Three days later, they arrived in the White Magic City, Saillune. Of course, Lina and Gourry were not too thrilled
at the prospect of seeing Phil while Amelia was ecstatic.
"I hope Daddy didn't miss me too much while I was away!" Amelia said giggling.
"Why do we have to see your father?" Lina asked, moaning.
"Daddy might know a way to change Master Zelgadis back to normal. I bet there is something in the magical books in
the royal library!"
"Yippee," Lina said dead-pan.
*** ***
Of course, Zel had no idea who exactly "Phil" was but he was excited. First off, he had never been to Saillune
before. Secondly, Big Guy had decided that since this was a special day, he would untie Zel but he insisted on holding his
hand. The scary part was Big Guy's hand completely engulfed his and his fingers could still wriggle. Big Guy knew this
however and gripped Zel tightly so Zel couldn't escape. He marveled at the sights of Saillune. Everyone talking at once and
selling things he had never seen before. And somewhere, in that mass of chaos and confusion, there was a lollipop with his
name on it.
While deciding which flavor he should get when he got around to asking Big Guy to get him a lolly, he heard singing
children.
Maybe singing isn't the right word. More like happy chanting. He heard this:
Papa, Papa
get your bow
There are ten ducks
in a row
String it, string it
make it tight
Mama and Baby
need food tonight
Hit them, Hit them
as fast as you can
so I can put them
in a frying pan
At the last verse, all the singers clapped their hands and screamed "Quack" so loud that the nearby adults jumped.
Then the rhyme began again, only this time with nine ducks, then eight, then seven and so on. It was a simple counting rhyme
and, as with all children songs, highly annoying when sang repeatedly. Which the children did.
This rhyme caught Zel's attention. He knew the rhyme. That meant the children singing were children from his village.
All his friends would be there since all of them were six and six was an important year. That was the year for your first
trip to Saillune.
But Zel was stuck! The adults would never let him go. Big Guy would know as soon as he wriggled out to freedom.
"What if he didn't, though?" Zel thought to himself.
*** ***
"I'm hungry," Lina said aloud.
"So am I," Gourry answered, "And I bet Zel is, too."
"There's a restaurant over there, Miss Lina," Amelia gesturing to some distance away from them. Before Lina could
respond, an angry butcher stomped over to them.
"Are yuh payin' fer that?" The butcher sneered.
"Pay for what? Walking around?" Lina scoffed.
"Nyoh, for those sausage links yer boyfriend's been draggin' in the dirt for the last quarta mile!" Gourry looked
behind him and where Zel should have been were dirty sausage links.
"Oops, do you want them back?" Gourry asked.
The butcher turned bright red, "No! Ya dunce! Who in their right mind would pay for trashed links? Nah, you're
buyin' 'em!"
"Why? I didn't take them."
"They're in yer hand!"
"The boy under my care took them."
"Well, he ain't here now, ain't he? Pay!" Before Lina got involved, Amelia took out the right amount and paid. The
butcher bowed to "Your Lovely Majesty" and spat on Gourry's foot.
"Why did you go and do that?" Lina demanded.
"It wasn't worth you throwing around fireballs," Amelia replied.
"I wonder where Zel went..." Gourry wondered while Lina and Amelia argued over the links.
*** ***
"QUACK!!!" The children giggled when Michelle jumped.
"Cephied, I hate that part," Michelle said to her husband, Evan.
"Well, I bet our parents didn't like it very much either," Evan smirked.
"That doesn't make me feel any better." Evan laughed and Michelle joined him. It was a lovely day for trading.
Business would be good today. "If I'm lucky, I might get the nerve to talk to Evan about raising our own children," she
thought. She looked around in contentment when she noticed a boy following the parade of traders. He was looking for someone.
He looked lost. Michelle tapped Evan, "Evan, do you see that boy?"
Evan looked over, "Yeah, figure he's lost his mama or something?" Michelle nodded, "Here," she handed him the list
of supplies they needed, "I'll be back."
She went over to the boy. He was frail-looking and pale like ivory. He had blue hair that was cut where his head met
his neck. He had the bluest of eyes. Such unusual eyes. She had only seen one other person with those type of eyes. Eyes you
could just fall into and...
"Stop that!" she chided herself. They were just eyes. Concentrate on the boy, the now. She touched his shoulders, she
could feel his shoulder blades, "Are you lost?" The boy nodded. "Are you looking for your mama?" The boy nodded again. "Let's
go find her."
She brought him into the parade and said to the woman behind her, "Katherine, tell the others I've found a boy. He's
lost, make sure your children are with you." Katherine nodded and passed it on. The boy, however, began going through the
people and saying, "Amam? Apap?" repeatedly. The children had started the song again since they had just reached zero. This
made the boy more antsy, more pleading in his search.
Katherine turned to Michelle, "No one is missing no one. The kid isn't from our village."
"What should we do with him? He could get hurt or sold to be a slave somewhere..."
"You know they don't allow that here!"
"That doesn't mean they don't do it."
Katherine sighed, "Okay, he'll stay. Searching mothers stick out in a crowd." So, they waited.
"QUACK!!!"
*** ***
"Where could've he gone?" Lina asked no one but herself, then she ground her teeth, "and whoever is singing that song
better shut up soon!"
"Miss Lina, I think I see him! He's with the shepherds from the Millay Province!" Amelia pointed out the parade of
shepherds. The singing children were also in this group.
"QUACK!!!"
"I wish they'd stop," Lina groaned, and Lina started towards them but Amelia was ahead of her. She went up to
Michelle.
"Excuse me, is that boy yours?" Amelia asked, "because we've just lost track of..."
Michelle clapped her hands and got the boy's attention, "Look! We found your mama!"
The boy shook his head, "Ydal si taht. Amam ym ton si taht."
"Excuse me?" Michelle asked, and turned to Amelia, "What did he just say?" Amelia was not listening, she was calling
Gourry over, "Mister Gourry! I found Master Zelgadis!"
Michelle tapped Amelia on the shoulder, "What did you call this boy?"
"Master Zelgadis."
"It's just that... uh... it doesn't matter... I'm sorry..."
"Sorry for what?"
"Well, I know this sounds strange but I used to know a boy named Zelgadis. But he died long ago. I thought it was an
unusual name I guess I was wrong..."
"What was his last name?"
"Excuse me?"
"His last name, what was it?"
"I don't see why you find this so fascinating, he was just a boy I knew long ago..."
"Tell me anyway!"
"Greywords. Zelgadis Greywords." Gourry had just run over just Amelia began jumping around.
"We found it! We found it!" Amelia hugged Gourry around the neck.
"What did we find?" Gourry strained out.
"His hometown! Master Zelgadis' hometown! His parents must be here. They will translate for us."
"Who's hometown?" Michelle asked.
"Master Zelgadis'! The boy there."
"But he's no one's son. This boy wasn't born in Millay. And Zelgadis Greywords died seven years ago."
"How do you know?" Lina asked, having joined the group.
"He stopped writing. He stopped visiting us. What other explanation could there be? Besides, Zelgadis Greywords, if
he was alive, would be twenty-four years old, not six!"
"But there is a simple explanation for that..." But before Amelia could finish, a crinkled voice said, "Come here,
child." Zel's ears perked up and ran to a shrunken lady. She was very old. She was leather brown and her hair was white and
in a bun. She was deeply wrinkled.
"Maya? Do you know who the child is?" Michelle asked.
"In a moment I will," she smiled, "Little One, is your name Zelgadis Greywords?"
The boy nodded. "Are those two your parents?" He shook his head. "Where are your parents?" He shrugged. "Are you
from the Millay Province?" He nodded. "Are the grandson and the great-grandson of the Red Priest Rezo?" He nodded. She looked
up at Michelle, "My child, one thing I know is when a child is lying. This child is not. This child is Zelgadis Greywords,"
She chuckled, "I told you he was still alive."
Katherine, shaking her head in silence now found words, "Are you saying he grew down?"
"Not exactly," Lina said, ready to make a speech. Maya wheezed, "I am tired, and I believe so are the rest of the
villagers. We have an inn reserved, explain your story to us there."
*** ***
"And so," Lina concluded, "that's all we know. That's all we saw."
"We were thinking that his parents could understand him and tell us what they want to do with him," Gourry added.
Maya nodded, "You're right. His mother could understand him."
Lina clapped, "Great, where is she?"
Maya looked sad and deflated, "My dear, the mother of this child is dead."
"Dead?" The three adults asked in unison.
"Sad, but true. She became very ill and died when the boy was nine years old. Before you ask, his father could not
understand him and it would not matter anyway, he killed himself at his wife's funeral."
Evan drew a deep breath from his pipe, "I remember that. I couldn't sleep for days without seeing that."
"So, no parents. How about siblings?" Lina asked, waving the smoke away from her face.
"He was an only child," Katherine said.
Michelle marveled aloud, "He's just as he was when he was six. The looks, the attitude, the memories, even the
language. He truly grew down."
Katherine's husband, Mitchell, spoke up, "Not quite."
"What do you mean?" Evan asked.
"I don't see him throwing up any black crud. Remember the black crud he'd cough up? He's perfect in every way. That
makes him imperfect."
"Throwing up black crud? What black crud?" Lina asked, ever the skeptic.
Maya explained, "Zelgadis was a sickly child. He was premature and small, it was to be expected. He barely saw his
first year, if his grandfather had not healed him, he would not have lived. But even Rezo was baffled by his illness. As a
result, he never fully recovered."
Evan finished for Maya, "First off, he lost his magical powers, according to his father. Also, he was physically
weak. He didn't learn to walk until he was finishing up his second year, and even then, he walked awkwardly for years
afterward. He didn't speak until he was five and it was in that goofy language you hear now. When he spoke in our language,
around the age of eight, he had a horrible stutter. He couldn't say his 'Z's, he had to say his name like 'Elgadis'. He was
pretty messed up."
Michelle then recalled something, "But, by some miracle, when he turned ten, every ailment went away. He gained a
steady and graceful stride, his voice took on a richer tone and his stutter vanished. He got stronger. A lot stronger. He
could take on boys bigger than him. He didn't believe it. He thought we were lying when we said he was the best fighter. He
was convinced he was weak. We could never convince him otherwise."
Lina was growing impatient, "What about the black crud?"
"Oh, that," Evan said, "when we were in the three to six year range, whenever we would be playing tag or something,
one minute he'd be running around like a normal kid then he'd keel over and start throwing up," Evan made a face of disgust,
"all this black crud. We never knew what it was. It looked like tar but we knew it wasn't tar. They would never tell us
what it was. I don't think even they knew. I know Dis hated it. It wouldn't be once a day either. He would throw up around
five times a day..."
"Five times?" Amelia asked in shock.
"Yeah, it would come without warning. You could just be talking to him, not moving him or anything and he would just
throw up in front of you. He couldn't control it."
"But," Michelle added, "that also vanished. He stopped throwing up around the age of seven."
Lina put her head in her hands, "Great, we have to wait a year before we can even understand him. What are
supposed to do in the meantime?"
"Surely Master Zelgadis had other relatives," Amelia suggested.
"I do remember something," Mitchell said, "when we would be leaving to go home, the Greywords family would keep going
north. I asked Dis where exactly they went and he said 'To his aunty's house'. He may have an aunt."
"That doesn't tell us where in the north his 'aunt' lives," Lina barked back.
Maya laughed, "I know where the Greywords went, and I'll tell you how to get there."
To be continued...
Author's Notes: Hey! I'm back. Marching season is over so I have a lot more time on the weekends to write! Hope you enjoyed
this chapter! I'm sorry the last one was so short and I hope this chapter made up for it!
I'm glad some people have decided to write to me! If you want send me some C&C or just want to know what the square root of
64 is, you can reach me at: destinyplot@lycos.com
See you later!