For most of Gaera, it was a normal day. However, in the vicinity of DOM Swamp there was a disturbing event about to take place. A gathering of numerous humanoids, dressed only in what appeared to be robes, had gathered to judge the fate of one of their own kind.
These were no ordinary humanoids. Their faces were distorted and grotesque, each resembling an alligator's snout more than anything else. Their bodies had scales covering their entirety; some had varying shades of green scales, while others had bluish-grey scales of some sort. In addition, they had long, alligator-like tails, and the fingers on their hands had sharp, although short, claws.
The sight of these things could have been horrifying. Surprisingly, twelve of these lizardmen, seated on the ground and all dressed in grey robes, were part of the equivalent to a council of elders. There were perhaps another hundred or so lizardmen standing up to watch, but only these twelve had anything to do with the judging that was to occur. There was another very small lizardman, of about three years of age, on his knees, head down. He had a blue robe that matched with his bluish-grey scales.
Only two months ago, this blue lizardman had been taken from his parents. There was a suspicion that he had the capability to use magic. The elders had a secret agenda in this regard - they all wanted him either dead or banished. Having magic, even inherited magic, was considered heresy in this particular lizardman "society", if it could be called that.
But that was not the real reason that he was under this sort of trial. For the past year or so, other lizardmen constantly teased him about his puny muscles. A month before he was abducted by the elders, he had had enough, and used his magic against a group of eight younger lizardmen that had started to pick on him. All eight of them had died, some with major burns, some frozen to death, and one with a large hole from an ice spell through his chest.
The elders called for silence, and were obliged, as the other lizardmen quickly stopped their conversation. Then all eyes turned toward the young blue lizardman, who was on his knees. One of the lizardmen, a light green one, got up from a seated position to HIS knees.
"Zukath!"
The blue kneeling lizardman snapped to attention. His name had been called by one of the elders.
"Asssssk sssssom-"
"SSSSSILENCE!"
Zukath could only start what he was saying before the elder yelled at him to shut up. The hissing had already started, too. Hissing was common for lizardmen, as their tongues were often longer than their faces, meaning that the tongues often were walled up against their jaws. Heartless bastards... they've no clue, Zukath thought.
"No thinking either!"
The elders were ruthless, and wanted total silence, even that of the mind. They could tell Zukath was thinking of something - just what he was thinking they didn't know.
"Zukath, you undersssstand thessssse otherssss? They ssssay you usssse arcane powersssss."
"And?" Zukath was pissed - they singled him out just for magic use. That meant one thing - prejudice.
The elder was annoyed. "Enough ssssarcasm. Magic issss evil, you know."
"Not like it can be sssstopped." Zukath, by saying this, brought the other elders from their seats up to their knees.
The one that had been kneeling earlier continued. "Heresssy, you undersssstand, Zukath? HERESSSSY!"
Now Zukath had been brought to the limits of his anger. No one would dare diss his magic and live. Even if it was an elder, who could banish him. He held his right arm up.
"Put that down, Zukath! Put that down!" The elders had proved their suspicion - Zukath had some sort of magic available to him. The arm was their clue that magic was coming.
"You harasssssss, you join other onessss!" Zukath had clearly lost his mind by now.
"SSSSSEIZE HIM! SSSSEIZE HI-" The elder had started to command the crowds to seize him. Before he could get off the last "him", however, Zukath had brought his arm slightly down, and the elder was blasted by a beam of solidified water. The force from the beam hurled him back some ten feet, and the other elders, trying to figure out whether he was alive, found no signs of breathing or pulse.
While they did this, the lizardmen who had been standing around to watch suddenly closed in on Zukath. Most of them also were holding oaken clubs. Zukath knew he didn't have enough magic to harm all of them. Neither did he want to - they WERE his kin, after all. After a few moments, several of the lizardmen held onto Zukath's arms and tail, immobilizing him while the ones with clubs started to beat him over the head. After a while of this, Zukath started to slip in and out of consciousness. Eventually, all he could see was black...
Zukath came to about a day later. He was sprawled out on the ground, still having his robe, and he had no clue where he was. As he tried to get up, he winced in pain, then dropped back down. His shoulders and head, as well as his arms, hurt like hell. I guess I took one too many blows there... Zukath's thoughts changed as he leaned up a little, then, with major difficulties due to his pain, looked around at his unfamiliar surroundings. Great... the bastards banished me... Zukath knew he was in trouble. No parents to care for him, no childhood friends to be near, no one to look up to. He was to try and survive alone at such a young age. How could he do it?
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