Zucc

= Zucc =

Before Rathnir
Zucc comes from a far off land. He never really remembered. Just a vague outline of what happened before. He remembered having friends who outcasted him from his home. He left them. He didn't need them. He had always been different than them. His smooth green skin. He didn't know where he came from, especially his lineage. He seemed to be a living vegetable of some kind. A zucchini. He left his friends and made a fort of granite and stone. They saw this and eventually joined him. They saw the misdeeds they had done and knew the fort would be a better home. Although it was all a ploy. They joined him and built a great town. And one day... he was dethroned. Backstabbed. And evicted. They made him build a new home in town and he was given to politcal power. This was the town of Granasia. He loved his home. But if he couldn't have it, well... nobody could.

So he took explosives to every last part of the town and turned it into the crater it was today. He was beaten and bruised by them until he jumped in a boat and paddled downstream. While they rebuilt Granasia, he paddled towards the ocean and out onto the open sea. Hours later a storm hit his boat and sent him down underneath the waves. Both his friends and even himself thought he was done for.

Awakening
Water in his lungs. Water in his eyes. Water on his body. Everything was soaked in water. He opened his eyes to see murky depths. His body nestled in mud. As much as his vegetable species kept him alive underwater, he couldn't tolerate it for long. He swam desperately to the surface where his head breached it. He gasped for air as he saw the large moon overtop. He was in a swamp. He swam to a small outcrop of land. I guess you could call it dry compared to the rest of his surroundings. His silk tuxedo and red flower were soaked in muddy water. My suit is surely ruined, he thought. His hands were so clenched, he hadn't opened them and they had become sore. Opening his left hand, a ripped piece of fabric lay in his palm. Pink, red, orange and yellow all bleeding together. Granasia. He barely recognized it. At that moment, the adrenaline ran out. His body systems kicked in and he realized. He needed sleep. His head hit the mud like a rock dropping from thousands of miles.

Welcome to your New Home
He wouldn't have heard it if it wasn't for the sloshing mud and water of the swamp. But the footsteps were there. He jerked his head up and gazed out upon the open land. He didn't see anything. But he whipped his head around and saw a man made of mushroom two feet away from him.