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New Life, Part 1 : "New Surroundings"

By Korax da Birdie (korax_chan@mailcity.com)

The computer screen flashed on. The boy rested on his elbow and stared blankly at the screen. He had brown hair and pale skin. He wasn't tall and he was very thin. His most attractive feature, he thought, was his eyes, deep blue. People said that he got them from his mother, but all the same there was always something special about his eyes. He sighed and signed on to the Internet, his one escape. He opened up the email box and started typing. It was hot, summer. It was hotter than he liked but he could get used to this. He had to. . .

"ZEL! GET IN HERE!"

"Yeah, yeah! I'm coming!"

It had been three months since his mother and father died. Since he was sent to live with his old grandfather. He didn't want to, but there was nowhere else to put him. It was hell, he had to do almost everything for the man. Well, truth be told it wasn't his grandfather's fault he was blind, he was just born that way. But Zelgadis still found himself blaming his grandfather for everything that went bad in his life. When his parents where alive he lived in the city. He liked it there, no one ever really paid much attention to him in the city, to busy with their own lives. He was free, independent, he could do anything he wanted. No one cared as long as he didn't shoot anyone. But since he moved to the country with his grandfather he got nothing but attention.

"Oh, he must be so upset. What with his parents dead." "Are you sure he's alright?" "Do you need anything?" "How are you feeling?" Couldn't anyone just leave him alone?!

"Zelgadis? Where are you? I need some help!"

"Coming!!" He got up from the computer desk and walked into his grandfather's room to find a broken glass on the floor and his Grandfather standing over it looking very sternly in his direction.

"What does it take to get you up from that blasted machine?"

"I'm sorry, I was typing up an email to one of my friends back in the city," he sighed, "Do you want me to clean this up?"

"Well of course I do, I very well can't." And with that his Grandfather walked off and sat in his usual chair.

Zelgadis started cleaning up the mess cursing under his breathe.

"Zelgadis?" His voice was softer now as if he was thinking very hard about something. What does he want now?

"Yes?"

"How old are you?" That was an odd question. He should let the old man do the math and figure it out for himself! What kind of grandfather doesn't even know how old his own grandson is? But he answered anyway.

"Seventeen, grandfather."

"That means that you are still going to school, right?"

"Yes. I would be a Junior this year." What the hell was the old man going on about? He couldn't mean to?!

"Well summer is almost over and I was wondering if I should enroll you in the local high school. . . Well it seems that I should, judging on how you are only seventeen." His grandfather smiled at him.

"I guess this means that you will be starting in September." Zelgadis stood up and walked out of the room to put the broken pieces in the trash.

Damn him! Thought Zelgadis. This is some kind of joke right? Not only is he being forced to live out in the middle of nowhere, he is being forced to attend the local school. "That is the one thing I don't want to do, socialize! Who knows what kind of people live around here!" He cursed and stormed to his room and threw himself on the bed. Life was just not fair! He closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.

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Swirling images. Five people around him. They were fighting some kind of evil. He couldn't make out who the people where but he knew he was worried about them. Something is coming, something bad. He felt a hand touch his shoulder and he turn and saw someone there. For some reason all he could see of this person was his eyes, beautiful amethyst eyes staring at him. Than everything went black!

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Zelgadis woke with a start! He was drenched with sweat and he was breathing hard. "What the hell was that?!" He calmed his breathing and looked out the window. Night. He had slept all afternoon. He sighed as he got out of bed to changed his clothes. After he was changed he turned and looked out the window. Why am I always getting these weird dreams now? I never got them in the city. . . "Che, what am I doing? These are just stupid nightmares. Nothing is going to happen, that's just stupid!" He got in to bed and rolled over and drifted off to sleep again. "Stupid dreams!"

In the next room his grandfather sighed and spoke to the walls. "So it starts again does it? Well lets just hope for the best this time." He laughed and turned over. "Yes, it all starts again." He laughed again but this time it sounded as though two people are laughing, the laughter finally dies out and all that is heard are the crickets outside.

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