I have a little idea that popped into my head while sitting
in my parent's office and working for them. I thought I'd
try it out here first though and see how you like it. ^_^ If
you don't (~_~) then I'll keep it to myself. So check it out
and send any responses about whether or not I should
continue it to
Muteki@juno.com
I'd be pleased to hear from you!
**And now, for your enjoyment the latest fic from
Murasakikaze**
A Past to be Forgotten
By Murasakikaze
Prologue
"He's almost ready, sir, but I don't think it would be wise
to send him out now...I mean, he's still young and we can't
interface with his mind yet. We could be sending him out
into the world without a past," the young scientist said and
ripped off the database worksheet, handing it to her superior.
"He still doesn't have any memories of who he is..or what he
is. I have our team working on it right now. They're giving him
the past he needs and linking his memories with the others'."
"Good, just make sure he leaves the center by tonight. The
new one is coming in and he needs to be gone." The elder
scientist took the paper and studied it for a second. "He's
progressing faster than I anticipated. How old is he now?"
"About thirteen, sir."
"How old will he be by tonight?" He dropped the paper into
the out basket and turned to the computer, pulling up a second
window.
"He should reach the age of sixteen tonight. Although we can't
be certain because he's been growing at abnormal rates.
Yesterday, it was three years; today, only one and a half."
"Interesting. Release him when he reaches age fifteen. We'll
let the young man experience life as a teenager. Let him grow,
so to speak. Just make sure he returns for the checkup," the
older man focused in on the screen and clicked on the video
clip.
"Sir, we still haven't named him," the young woman pointed out.
She stopped and lowered her head, listening to the report coming
through her ear piece. "Status report, sir. He now has a full memory,
save his name, and is at learning capacity."
"Excellent! We've never had someone move so fast before. Just
think, only a week before he was nothing more than a dream of
mine!" The man smiled and pushed his glasses back onto the bridge
of his nose. "Oh, and the problem of naming him still lingers...I know.
We'll call him...call him....Zelgadis. Zelgadis Graywords."
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So let me know what you think. I'd be pleased to hear from you.
This prologue is nothing more than a teaser really, so be ready for
more if you reply.
DISCLAIMER:
I do not own Zelgadis, even if I wished I did (and how!) I could not
own him because he belongs to the people who created Slayers.
They are the true gods...and I'm just a lowly fanfic writer who is still
in high school and isn't worth being sued since I'm too poor due to
school books and (ugh) uniforms. Oh, but the shadowy figures
(were they really shadowy? *shrugs) I do own. They're my own characters
who will randomly pop up here and there. Now I'm rambling in the
disclaimer area so I'll let you go....BYE.
END OF UNUSUALLY LONG DISCLAIMER
Now back to your regularly scheduled writing. Bye now~
Murasakikaze
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