The first night, he was attacked by three sickle's, an extremly ugly, yellow monster with two sharp blades protruding from it's body. Zamza dispatched the first two without breaking a sweat, but the third one however, proved to be more of a task. It struck Zamza several times flying by him, and actually forced him down to his knees in pain. He got up, unphased, but extremly pissed, and got ready for the monster's next fly-by. He looked the nasty monster dead in his eyes, and lit up his weapons, two metal skin-tight casings over his hands. The monster flew towards him and Zamza braced himself. As it flew at him, Zamza ducked, letting the creature fly past him. Zamza then rolled backwards, still in his crouch, placing himself directly under the sickle. He jumped from his crouch, his hands blazing above him. His fiery hand ripped through the sickle's soft exterior and interior and came through the other side. The creature fell to the ground in two pieces, never to rise again. Zamza collected his potch, took some medicine, and let it heal overnight.

On the second day, Zamza made much better time as he stayed along the dirt road instead of travelling through the grassy plains. He had appreciated the fight last night however, as he hadn't lit up Tekkan in almost two weeks.

Not long after he started towards Muse, on the second day, were four unwanted KillSpiders brazen enough to attack him on the road. They weren't much trouble, as they were slow and weak. He summoned his Fire Dragon Rune and took out two with a flaming uppercut that caused the unfortunate spiders to fly at least thirty feet in the air. As Zamza landed, he felt what he was waiting for in the form of pain coming from his own rune. He was used to it now, and it rarely affected him. The next spider came in for an attack, but it was way to slow, and Zamza lit Tekkan up and gave the spider a crack over the head that dropped it instantly. The last spider, knowing he was overmatched, turned and ran away, as fast as his eight legs could carry him. Zamza, not in the mood to chase, let it go. He continued towards Muse without any further interuptions.

Muse was bustling and busy when Zamza entered, just as he had expected the capital city. There were people running around the streets, kids playing games, and some people, he guessed were attempting to do business. He walked to the item shop so he could pick up some medicine and antitoxins. He had just over 10,000 potch in his satchel he surmised, so the three hundred for these items were nothing. He pocketed his newly aquired items and walked outside, looking for the inn.

He found the inn as he found the rest of the city: busy and too crowded for comfort. He worked his way through the crowds of people, trying to work his way to the innkeeper's desk.

"Do you have any rooms available? I would like to stay a few nights. I can pay handsomly." Zamza questioned, sizing up the man behing the desk.

"Yes, we always do. It is 100 potch per person, per night" the innkeeper replied cooly. He was an old man, probably around 60-65, Zamza guessed. He was tall and lanky, sort of clumsy, with a balding head which contained some brown hair intermixed with a lot of gray. Nothing special Zamza thought.

Zamza paid the innkeeper 400 potch, as he estimated four days was all he cared to stay. He went up the stairs, and into his room. It was nothing all that great. It had a small bed in the corner, a horrible painting of who knows what on the wall, and a little table and chair in the center of the room. It wasn't perfect, but it beat sleeping on that hard, cold ground at night, Zamza thought to himself. He threw his stuff on the table and crawled onto the bed, he just wanted to go to sleep. He laid in bed, and eventually, drifted off into a steady sleep.

Zamza awoke several hours later, his stomach complaining at the lack of food he'd had (or hadn't had depending on how you looked at it) and his throat screaming for a nice cool beverage to enter. He grabbed his satchel, put on Tekkan, and went downstairs to the bar.

The bar was surprisingly quiet and grossly unpopulated. He sat down in the bar and ordered something to eat and drink, and reminded himself to go visit the runemaster later that day. As he continued his meal, he felt the eyes of someone upon him. He looked up from his meal just in time to see a woman shift her gaze from him to back down to her drink. When she finished her drink she got up and began walking over towards him. She had flowing, blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a body that could make a god cry. She walked up to him, and passed him, to Zamza's dismay, offering only the faintest of smiles showing Zamza the whitest teeth he had ever seen.

"Oh, wow" Zamza said to himself as he continued to watch her even after she had passed him. She never looked back and eventually continued out of the inn. "Oh well" Zamza sighed "No time for that anyway." He finished his meal and beverage, paid the cook, and left the inn, hoping the runemaster had already opened up shop.

It took him awhile to find it, but it was, as he had hoped, already open. He entered the shop and proceeded through a dark corridor towards a man standing in the back in front of a table.

"Are you the resident Runemaster?" Zamza inquired.

"Why yes, I am young sir." the man stated simply. "And what do you require of 'The Great Flint', best of all runemasters? Let me guess, you need a rune, correct? Well, I have a very special one which I will sell only to you, because you seem like a nice guy and I like you. I will sell this to you for the low, low,lo-"

"No, I don't need a rune, you idiot" Zamza interupted, shocking the runemaster. Zamza studied him for a second, "The Great Flint" as he liked to be called. He had dark black hair, and the thinnest of mustache's growing on his face. He wore a large purple cloak draped over his shoulders, obviously to give him a look of prestige, Zamza believed. This guy was almost certainly a hack, just another runemaster, nothing special.

"I need information on this rune" Zamza stated showing his right hand to the runemaster. 'The Great Flint' looked at the rune, which was located on the palm of Zamza's hand, in the middle of some metal covering that extended over the young man's whole hand.

"Uh, I-I do not believe I've ever seen a rune such as this one my friend" the runemaster said obviously a little ashamed. "It does not have the same texture and feel as a normal rune" he said as he ran his fingers up and down the rune. "If I had to guess, I would have to say that this one was probably created by hand from somebody."

Zamza pulled his hand away from the runemaster angry at the fact that he could provide him with no new information.

"I KNOW THAT YOU TWO-BIT HACK OF A RUNEMASTER!!!" Zamza shouted, startling 'the Great Flint' and forcing him back a couple of steps. Zamza relieved an angry sigh and turned to walk away. He reached into his satchel as he reached the door, pulled out 100 potch, and threw them at the runemaster. He left the runeshop, and headed back for the inn.

When midday came, Zamza's anger had still not subsided. He had received no new information in over a year on his mysterious rune, and it was really starting to get to him know.

He walked the streets of Muse alone, the way he liked it, observing all the 'sheep' talking and laughing amongst themselves, when someone bumped into him.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Zamza screamed at his intruder. He knew he should've been paying attention to where he was going and not the other way around, but he'd be damned if he was going to take the heat for this.

"Oh, I'm sorry, beg your pardon" the man said, never looking up. He had black hair with a blue headband tied around it. He was extremly well built, but Zamza didn't care, to him he looked ridiculous.

"You're sorry?" Zamza asked still very muched pissed. "You're sorry?" he repeated, this time adding a hefty shove at the end. "Look at you, you piece of crap! You can't even look me in the eyes you're so scared."Zamza teased adding another push at the end.

"I'm sorry sir, but I have an important obligation I must attend to, so, if you will please excuse me." the man replied, calmly, showing no signs of being intimidated, and again never looking up.

"Listen boy, you will look at the great Zamza when you address him." Zamza said more angrier than ever.

"The great who?" the man replied,finally looking up.

Zamza tried not to let the shock show on his face, although it wouldn't matter much since this man was blind. It looked like his eyes were sewn shut but Zamza couldn't be sure. No matter, he still wouldn't let this man leave his presence without having been properly punished, blind or not, as his breaking point was finally reached with that last statement.

Zamza let Tekkan catch flame and rose his hands, never making a sound. He took a swing at the man with his scorching hand, but caught nothing but air. This man was quick, Zamza thought to himself. He took another swing, this one a lot faster than the the last, but the stanger side-stepped it, grabbed Zamza's arm at the elbow, turned it over the opposite way, and cracked it over his knee. A sharp rush of pain ran through Zamza's body as the stranger put it over his knee again, and again.

"Ah, that's it, you're a dead man" Zamza said as he got up and took a flaming swing with his left hand this time. Again, the stranger easily dodged it, ducking the wild punch, and delivering two quick punches of his own to Zamza's stomach, and finishing with a quick uppercut to Zamza's face splitting his lips and bloodying his nose.

"Oh, DAMN!!" Zamza shouted. He was beat, but not beaten. He painfully began to raise his right hand, groaning every time he raised it even an inch higher.

"Jeez, I just want to leave" the man said amusingly listening to Zamza's pain symphony. "I guess I just have to teach you some manners then". He then raised his hand too, only a great deal quicker, and Zamza caught a fleeting glimpse of what he thought was on it. Was that a boar? he asked himself this final thought before the blind man proceeded to give his stomach and face a pummelling of punches and kicks so fast, that later on spectators swore the man had eight arms and legs.

When he finished, Zamza dropped to the ground like a box of rocks. His body ached all over. Zamza attempted to get back up but proceeded to only fall right back down. His last vision as he drifted into unconsciousness was of his victor standing over his battered body.

Zamza awoke several minutes later as the blind man poured water on his face.

"Oh jeez" Zamza said "Where'd you learn to fight like that?"

The blind man laughed heartily and helped Zamza to his feet. "Are you okay, here take some of this" the man said handing him some mega medicine. "Hey, by the way my name is Morgan" the blind man said, as he helped Zamza back towards the inn.

"I'm Zamza...I think." Zamza replied, his head still woozy from probably multiple concussions he guessed. "Where are we going" Zamza asked barely able to understand himself.

"We are going to the bar, my friend, so I can buy you a drink." Morgan replied cheerily.