Slayers
The Wedding Of Miss Lulu
By ZelgadisGreywood@chez-vrolet.net
Disclaimer: I don't own Slayers.
I couldn't afford Lina.
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-Epilogue-
Zelgadis retrieved the sandwiches from the picnic basket that sat upon the large blue blanket and passed them around.
"Thanks, Zelgadis," Gourry smiled, taking one.
"Thank you, Zel'," Amelia smiled, breaking off a piece and handing it to the two year old Chimera who sat fidgetting in her lap, occasionally poking at her rounded belly.
The child had been the turning point for Zelgadis. Carefree as any child, not caring that he was a chimera, for he had never been anything other. He had, as children often do, taught Zelgadis a valuable lesson without even trying.
Zelgadis learned to accept himself as a chimera. He no longer sought a cure. He knew in doing so he would make his son feel badly.
*****FLASHBACK*****
Just after his son had been born, Zelgadis had found a cure. He had looked at the manuscript, then at the tiny child who would grow up the only Chimera of his kind if Zelgadis performed the simple ceremony that could cure him.
The tiny Chimera slept, peacefully, in Amelia's arms. Less than a week old, the little boy was sleeping with a peaceful smile on his face.
And in that instant, a change came over Zelgadis. Not the cure, but a blissful acceptance of that which he had never before been able to accept.
"Is it...?" Amelia asked.
Zelgadis nodded. "My cure," he told her. He uttered an incantation, which Amelia at first believed was the cure spell.
The words upon the page faded and vanished.
"What did you do?" Amelia asked. "Zel', the..."
"I don't need it anymore," Zelgadis had said, finally closing that chapter of his life.
*****END FLASHBACK****
As Zelgadis wiped his son's face clean, his eyes held no shame or apology for what they were.
(OWARI)
Zelgadis retrieved the sandwiches from the picnic basket that sat upon the large blue blanket and passed them around.
"Thanks, Zelgadis," Gourry smiled, taking one.
"Thank you, Zel'," Amelia smiled, breaking off a piece and handing it to the two year old Chimera who sat fidgetting in her lap, occasionally poking at her rounded belly.
The child had been the turning point for Zelgadis. Carefree as any child, not caring that he was a chimera, for he had never been anything other. He had, as children often do, taught Zelgadis a valuable lesson without even trying.
Zelgadis learned to accept himself as a chimera. He no longer sought a cure. He knew in doing so he would make his son feel badly.
*****FLASHBACK*****
Just after his son had been born, Zelgadis had found a cure. He had looked at the manuscript, then at the tiny child who would grow up the only Chimera of his kind if Zelgadis performed the simple ceremony that could cure him.
The tiny Chimera slept, peacefully, in Amelia's arms. Less than a week old, the little boy was sleeping with a peaceful smile on his face.
And in that instant, a change came over Zelgadis. Not the cure, but a blissful acceptance of that which he had never before been able to accept.
"Is it...?" Amelia asked.
Zelgadis nodded. "My cure," he told her. He uttered an incantation, which Amelia at first believed was the cure spell.
The words upon the page faded and vanished.
"What did you do?" Amelia asked. "Zel', the..."
"I don't need it anymore," Zelgadis had said, finally closing that chapter of his life.
*****END FLASHBACK****
As Zelgadis wiped his son's face clean, his eyes held no shame or apology for what they were.
(OWARI)