Glaze

Introduction

INTRODUCTION:

I gasp for air; I can barely breathe. I'm stuck to the ground and I can't move. I think this is the end of me. Why did this have to happen?

Wait, that says introduction...not time of death. I'm supposed to be introducing this story. Although, there isn't much to introduce...is there?

I'm not one to describe myself, or anyone else. I'm not one that judges on looks or marks. I judge on the way someone fights and how they treat me. Let's just say, if you can fight well and doesn't treat me like I'm a pile of trash, you're accepted. Come on into the club.

Let's get you straight on one thing. My name is Zigalor. I had bright blonde hair and blue eyes, that sometimes turn red. Yes, I said they turn red. I'm not exactly what you would call 'average.' I'm wanted dead or alive from the people who call themselves Approbation. I live in the country Opland, but that won't be for long. My goal in life was to find somewhere else to live in. Opland wasn't exactly the best place to live in. Especially with people like the Approbation walking around.

Approbation wants me dead or alive because of one simple reason. I'm different. I'm not like anyone else. Everyone else was either completely normal or a robot peasent. I was neither.

Now, when did this all start? Oh, right, when I was just 9 years old.

12 YEARS AGO...

I small scream tried to leave my throat, but my hand covered my mouth. A muffled sound came from me. My mother rapped her thin arms around me, and picked me up. I know it wasn't easy, but it wasn't safe here. And I was completely frozen.

She turned me away from the situation, but I finally moved my head so I could keep looking at it.

Although the loose hairs from my braid fell in my face, I could still perfectly see the burning embers and a pile of ash that sat right in the middle of the room. Approbation services were cleaning up the ashes and putting out the remaining flames. I couldn't believe they had let this happen. I couldn't believe they had just purposely did this and didn't show any regret in their eyes.

And they forced me, a 9 year old, to watch the whole process.

Tears fell from my eyes, making my face wet. I remember seeing the light leave his eyes. I remember seeing him taken over by the flames. I remember his last words: "Stay away from the Abbrobation, Ziggs. They will soon learn who you are. And once they do, they will do absoluetly anything to harm you. I can only do so much. You need to do your best to stay alive and away from them. Goodbye Zigalor. I will see you another day."

And then he disappeared that day. I never understood why he said that when he said it, but I understand it now. It angered me that the Abbrobation did this.

Because that was my father they had burned.

I was going to listen to my father's words. No, I am going to listen to my father's words. I will stay away from Abbrobation. Mostly, to do that, I will stay underneath the radar. I won't raise suspision. Although, I had no idea how I would do that. I was just human, right? Abbrobation left the humans and robots alone. It was the people without any description they killed. They weren't sure what my father was; I wasn't even sure. He never told anyone. Not even his own wife and only daughter.

My mother rounded a corner. I now can no longer see the remains of my father. I cried harder. My father was a wonderful man. He should not have deserved to die. He followed all the rules. It wasn't his fault that he was different in his personality. It was passed down from his parents.

Then it made me wonder. Did he pass it on to me? My mother wasn't different, so wouldn't that mean I don't have it? Doesn't both parents need to be different in order for me to be different?