A Legend Prologue
Suggested Theme:
Main Theme- Wind by Toshiro Masuda
Kaz is not at all amused. He is spending his Sunday night cleaning his house thanks to Tom's filthy cousins. Kaz has babysat for Tom before, mostly because Tom hates kids and he gives sixty percent of his babysitting money to Kaz for doing his job, and the last time he did it was when the cousins were just three-years-old. Back then, the worst that the cousins did was tear up some newspapers and drew pretty decent-looking scribbles on the walls. Now, at five-years-old, the cousins appeared to have an undying fascination with dirt and chocolate sauce. Kaz went to the bathroom for five minutes and came out to see the speed demons spraying chocolate sauce on the living room walls and rubbing planter dirt onto the sofa.
When Tom came to pick up his demented cousins about two hours later, Kaz showed him the ruined living room and was able to get eighty percent of the babysitting money. The extra money didn't exactly assuage Kaz's anger, but the cash will allow him to buy a videogame that he's been hankering for. However, the cash is definitely not going to get the chocolate stains out of the lime-green walls or scrub the damp soil from the sofa.
It takes him nearly three hours of scrubbing before the stains have become nonexistent. His feeble arms are aching and his clothes are caked in sweat, dirt, and sticky, chocolate sauce. He takes off his glasses and strips out of his clothes to take a quick shower. As he showers, he can feel slight burning sensations across his scalp and back as the last of his hair gel is finally rinsed out. Most of his hair gel was sweated out during his arduous cleaning.
He steps out of the shower and grabs a towel to dry himself off, but accidently knocks his glasses to the floor. The glasses skitter to the foggy, full-length mirror by the door. He doesn't pick up his glasses right away; he wipes the fogginess from the mirror with the towel. He is stunned by what he sees.
His pumpkin-colored hair swirls about his shoulders like canopy curtains. He sees saffron-yellow streaks making up some of his bangs; at first glance, a stranger would've believed that those were highlights. His face is not harmonic combination of his dad and mom. Instead, his mom's rounder features soften the diamond angularity of his dad's features. His face is like a slightly unsymmetrical heart. His russet-brown eyes are big like they belonged to a fantasy creature. Perhaps his dad was right about the fairy blood running in his veins…..
He does not pick up his glasses; instead, he goes to his bedroom to put on some clothes. He is about to go to his closet to get his usual attire: an explorer's vest, an oversized green shirt, lime-green cargo pants, and hiker boots. However, he decides to go to his dresser and opens the drawer closest to the floor. In the drawer, his dad's clothes are clean and meticulously folded, and they should be since they haven't been worn since his dad's death. And a little before then, but Kaz doesn't wish to open his scars tonight.
His dad was fairly muscular as he was from his time chiseling away at stone for his art when he was alive, but Kaz is confident that he can find something that will fit him. He rummages through and finds some clothes along with the last bottle of his dad's homemade cologne (always smelled funny like burning pennies and sulfur). He puts on his dad's periwinkle drainpipe trousers (the 80s version of skinny jeans), his dad's long-sleeved, forest-green jumper (he can still hear his dad's Irish lilt in the word jumper after all these years), and his dad's black drape jacket. He goes to his closest and pulls out a pair of boots he swore that he would wear once he got his motorcycle license. His black, leather biker boots almost go up to his knees.
He goes back to the bathroom to admire his new look in the full-length mirror. Once again, he is stunned by what he sees. He does not see his quirkily dorky self. Or even the pale imitation of his dad. He sees someone that could be a singer in some underground, melancholic band. He sees someone that could ride a Pegasus through the starry sky. He sees someone that could be silently vicious to others. He sees someone that he could never hope to be in his life.
He is Kazdan "Kaz" Kalinkas. He is just a seventeen-year-old only a few weeks away from starting his senior year. He is just the Chaotic-crazy kid who happens to excel in Science and History but is average in English. He is the Chaor worshipper and the UnderWorld fanboy who gets to have adventures in Perim. He is Tom's best friend.
Yet, this person in the mirror. This mystical illusion is not Kaz. This person can be anything he wants to be. This person could open his mouth….but sound like Kaz. No, this person has no use for talking. This person can only sing; something that Kaz would never do in public. This person will sing across Perim and etch his songs into the alien world. This person only comes out during the deep recesses of the night. This person will make the Creatures and players whisper about his purpose in life. And the only definitive answer that he can give them is his name:
Vicious Pegasus.
Author's Comments- Before anyone starts pointing out how ridiculous Kaz's name for his alter ego is, I would like to point out that Kaz is voiced by Darren Dunstan. I wanted to reference Dunstan's other roles, so I decided to combine General Vicious from "Tai Chi Chasers" and Maximillion Pegasus from "Yu-Gi-Oh!" to form Vicious Pegasus. Granted, it was the best name I could form from his list of performances in the Wikipedia page, but I think the name has a nice ring to it. Honestly, the name sounds like something a deluded, failed rocker would have, and considering Kaz's disguise, it seems pretty fitting for him.
Also, if you have read any of my recent one-shots for Kaz, then you might've known that Kaz could sing. In the show, he doesn't and I'm not certain if the voice actor can either. However, I like to believe that Kaz can sing; a talent that none of his friends possess or even know about. I don't know why but I like to believe that Kaz can sing while building a prototype transdimensional wormhole generator. I'm not claiming that he's the best in the world, but his singing voice would surprise anyone who heard him. Now, combine with his new identity, he could possibly "enchant" those around him with his mythical look and dark singing.