Chapter 1: Dragon's Flesh (Giozei)
"Dragon's flesh...?"
I stared at the stained scroll for several minutes, blinking.
"How the hell am I supposed to get that?! Do I look like a dragon?!"
I opened my eyes and noticed a new burnt doorway where the wall should have been.
"Feh....let's see what we can find here...."
I smiled at the vial of black liquid resting on the small wooden stump of a table.
This "black stuff" would be my revenge on this stupid world....
The revenge I've wanted since the day I was born.
I've been discriminated against because I don't look like them...
Because I don't act like them...
Because I don't think like them...
"They" are the "normal" people. The ones that have fleshy ears instead of furry ones. The ones that don't have claws or tails or fangs.....
The ones who don't satisfy themselves by killing.....
Oh, look. I'm talking to myself again. Silly me.
Not that there's anyone here to talk to...
"They" are all afraid of me.
I guess I'm kind of desperate for companionship, if that's what they call it. Maybe this "creation", if that's what it really is, of mine, will be my friend....
If I could find one of "them" who was nice to me, and didn't care what I looked like, I wouldn't hate "them" so much.
But, that's an impossible dream. If I believe that, I'll just get my feelings hurt later...
I pulled a small leather sack from my belt and reached inside.
"Well, well. Just enough to make this actually work."
I shook the dragons paw into the black liquid and stared as it dissolved....
Ugh. Gross. Anyways.....
"Blood of the 'creator'?!"
I clapped my hands over my mouth. If any of the village people heard me, they'd assume I was up to something "evil"....Damn punks.....
Ugh. The "creator"....that's me, isn't it?
I sighed and pulled a small dagger from beneath my bedding. If you can call it bedding.
"Argh!"
Eeep. I hope no one heard that.
Ok, now I've got a large slit in my stomach....No big deal.
I quickly scooped up the pieces of "me" on the ground and dropped them into the vial of black liquid.
Eeeew......
Running my finger along the scroll, I stopped my finger on the "amount of time."
Three hours....tops...
Noticing the vial was overflowing, I dumped the contents into a large tank on the other side of the room.
Whew......
I sat down and waited.
About two and a half hours later.....
Huhn. I wonder if "it" will be male or female? Or neither? Hm?! Does it matter?
Oh, yes it does. You set him/her/it to control all emotions in the universe!! He/she/it's gonna have feelings!!
Oh, shut up, self.
*BOOM*
I smiled.
My baby has been born....
I stopped and stared. Damn, It's a guy. I wanted to be able to talk to another girl.
Oh, well. He's okay.
He was.
My experiment was a success.
No, no, NO. Not my experiment. My SON.
Yeah, my son. He does kinda look like me....
I stared at his hands.
Claws.
One on each finger.
He opened his mouth slightly.
Fangs.
As he looked around the room, his hair started rapidly changing colors.
Red. Yellow. Blue. Green. Orange.
Never purple. Or pink.
I'll figure out why someday.
The rest of his hair was black and fell down to his backside.
So, what was I supposed to do with him?
Label and number him and put him in an oversized jar?!
No way. He was my SON. I'd talk to him.
"Your name is Kanjo-Rei." I told him.
He looked at me, confusion in his eyes.
"You are my son." I stared him in the eyes, eyes that were identical to my own.
"I want revenge on this world. Go bring it to me, Kanjo-Rei."
(Author's note's: Yo.
This story takes place in the beginning of the
Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. Only, kinda warped....
(Link is an adult already and all that crap.)
I am not Shigeru Miyamoto and do not own the Legend of Zelda series
or and part of the Nintendo Company. I do own Giozei and Kanjo-Rei.
Characters from the Legend of Zelda series may appear later.
Don't sue me, I'm just a teen-ager with no life.)
"Dragon's flesh...?"
I stared at the stained scroll for several minutes, blinking.
"How the hell am I supposed to get that?! Do I look like a dragon?!"
I opened my eyes and noticed a new burnt doorway where the wall should have been.
"Feh....let's see what we can find here...."
I smiled at the vial of black liquid resting on the small wooden stump of a table.
This "black stuff" would be my revenge on this stupid world....
The revenge I've wanted since the day I was born.
I've been discriminated against because I don't look like them...
Because I don't act like them...
Because I don't think like them...
"They" are the "normal" people. The ones that have fleshy ears instead of furry ones. The ones that don't have claws or tails or fangs.....
The ones who don't satisfy themselves by killing.....
Oh, look. I'm talking to myself again. Silly me.
Not that there's anyone here to talk to...
"They" are all afraid of me.
I guess I'm kind of desperate for companionship, if that's what they call it. Maybe this "creation", if that's what it really is, of mine, will be my friend....
If I could find one of "them" who was nice to me, and didn't care what I looked like, I wouldn't hate "them" so much.
But, that's an impossible dream. If I believe that, I'll just get my feelings hurt later...
I pulled a small leather sack from my belt and reached inside.
"Well, well. Just enough to make this actually work."
I shook the dragons paw into the black liquid and stared as it dissolved....
Ugh. Gross. Anyways.....
"Blood of the 'creator'?!"
I clapped my hands over my mouth. If any of the village people heard me, they'd assume I was up to something "evil"....Damn punks.....
Ugh. The "creator"....that's me, isn't it?
I sighed and pulled a small dagger from beneath my bedding. If you can call it bedding.
"Argh!"
Eeep. I hope no one heard that.
Ok, now I've got a large slit in my stomach....No big deal.
I quickly scooped up the pieces of "me" on the ground and dropped them into the vial of black liquid.
Eeeew......
Running my finger along the scroll, I stopped my finger on the "amount of time."
Three hours....tops...
Noticing the vial was overflowing, I dumped the contents into a large tank on the other side of the room.
Whew......
I sat down and waited.
About two and a half hours later.....
Huhn. I wonder if "it" will be male or female? Or neither? Hm?! Does it matter?
Oh, yes it does. You set him/her/it to control all emotions in the universe!! He/she/it's gonna have feelings!!
Oh, shut up, self.
*BOOM*
I smiled.
My baby has been born....
I stopped and stared. Damn, It's a guy. I wanted to be able to talk to another girl.
Oh, well. He's okay.
He was.
My experiment was a success.
No, no, NO. Not my experiment. My SON.
Yeah, my son. He does kinda look like me....
I stared at his hands.
Claws.
One on each finger.
He opened his mouth slightly.
Fangs.
As he looked around the room, his hair started rapidly changing colors.
Red. Yellow. Blue. Green. Orange.
Never purple. Or pink.
I'll figure out why someday.
The rest of his hair was black and fell down to his backside.
So, what was I supposed to do with him?
Label and number him and put him in an oversized jar?!
No way. He was my SON. I'd talk to him.
"Your name is Kanjo-Rei." I told him.
He looked at me, confusion in his eyes.
"You are my son." I stared him in the eyes, eyes that were identical to my own.
"I want revenge on this world. Go bring it to me, Kanjo-Rei."
(Author's note's: Yo.
This story takes place in the beginning of the
Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. Only, kinda warped....
(Link is an adult already and all that crap.)
I am not Shigeru Miyamoto and do not own the Legend of Zelda series
or and part of the Nintendo Company. I do own Giozei and Kanjo-Rei.
Characters from the Legend of Zelda series may appear later.
Don't sue me, I'm just a teen-ager with no life.)