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One Third Human
Prologue
         by: Shell Presto

Disclaimer: I don't own the Slayers, various companies do. However, this STORY is my own, and I'd like to keep it that way. I'd love for you to read it, even better if you enjoy it, hope you may be inspired by it, but plead that you do not copy it. Give credit where credit is due, and to each their own. Have honor, okay? Most importantly, though, ENJOY!

I'd like to say that this is my first attempt at a Slayers fanfic. Most notably, I don't have full knowledge of all the spells that certain characters can cast. I do try to stay within their category though, so please allow yourself to suspend disbelief if I make a mistake.

Email me at mangetsu@email.com with any commentary. It is my goal to become a great writer, so even the smallest suggestion is appreciated, and the more critical comments are indispensable. Please drop me a line even to tell me if you are reading this. It helps. Alternately, feel free to use diemwind@golem-fan.co.uk if you're on my page, Inspiration Stemming from Sleep Deprivation. I'll do my best to get back to you. Well, enough of that, on with the story.
 
 

 After months of travel, he had arrived.
 "What are you doing here?"
 "I'm here to see Milgesia..."
 "I am Milgesia," the huge golden dragon snapped back. He took the instant of shock on the stranger's face to transform into his human guise. "What do you want, hu...." Now of average size, he could see the person's face --at least the upper half, nose and mouth being covered-- quite clearly. "My mistake," he corrected himself. "You do not seem to be human at all. What business do you have with me?"
 The man removed the cloth over his face, pulling it down so that it resembled a collar. Rocks covered hard, blue flesh, a visage which at first appeared to be a statue, unmoving, until words came forth. "My name is Zelgadis, I fought alongside Lina Inverse against Gaav and Hellmaster Phibrizzo about a year ago. Back then, you helped her gain access to the Claire Bible. I wish to know if the true Claire Bible still exists, and, if so, will you help me gain access to it."
 Milgesia, now a muscular, long-haired blonde, laughed. "You expect me to lead just anyone to the Claire Bible? The dragons are here to protect it."
 "I just want to cure myself," Zelgadis explained. "I want to become human again; I look this way because of a curse. I assure you my intentions are harmless, and you know me, I traveled with Lina and helped to defeat Darkstar."
 Milgesia eyed the young man over; he did not seem like the peaceful type. Also, he sensed a strong aura about him, although not necessarily a good one. An ambiguous one: a pure human, but also the magical properties of a demon, a member of the monster race. Then he remembered. "You traveled with Lina, but also with Xellos."
 Eyelids narrowed over thin blue green slits of color. "That was not by my choice," he stated, voice dripping with venom at the thought of the man who swindled him again and again out of opportunities to be cured. He calmed himself hastily, releasing a long breath. "Anyway, you helped Lina.."
 "Because my life was in danger. I apologize, but however insignificant your reason, I cannot lead you to the Claire Bible. As a matter of fact, I do not know if it survived the battle with Gaav. I have yet to check. Please dismiss yourself."
 He was not willing to face yet another failure. Teeth gritted, Zelgadis growled at the man proceeded to leave, "Don't turn your back on me! If you want your life threatened, that can easily be arranged!"
 Milgesia grinned sardonically as Zelgadis struck an offensive pose. "You wish to fight me, chimera?"
 "No. I wish to be human again, and I won't be refused. Now either reconsider or prepare yourself."
 Milgesia shifted back into a dragon, but the intimidation did not work.
 Quietly, Zelgadis chanted, "Source of all souls which dwell in eternal and infinite. Everlasting flame of blue, let the power hidden in my soul be called forth from the Infinite." Power glowed between gloved, tensed hands. "RA-TILT!"
 That was the beginning.

Tsuzuku..
 
 

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