Once a little girl went to Gizedor’s place. She just brought a tape recorder with her. She was quite able to translate Gizedor’s confusing language into a simple understandable language. With a quite swift movement, she slipped through the ruins and made it to Gizedor’s. 

Gizedor was sitting on a BIG chair. One of his heads was drinking *something* from a HUGE goblet while another head was nibbling on a quite BIG Atshi Bat cookie. His club was sitting against the wall beside him. A HUGE pile of Demon Dog fur together with balls of yarn, a spinning wheel and a half-made carpet was on the other side. In the other corner was a collection of flickering crystals.

Gizedor stood up on hearing the little girl’s small steps outside and allowed her to get in. He asked the little girl to sit on one of his BIG chairs which the only way to sit on it for the girl was to climb up. The girl then gave some fur to Gizedor along with a baby Atshi Bat which he accepted happily.

“What are you up to, young girl? Interviewing me? That’s so brave of you coming here unarmed just for an interview! Well, that sounds interesting. Thank you for the Atshi Bat, it will taste very good! Want some Atshi cookies? Are you sure? Alright then.
“So what do you want me to talk about? Myself? That will not be interesting to your readers. Are you sure? Will they understand? Oh, so you will translate my speech. Up to you then.
“Let’s begin with my name. It’s Gizedor. I am often called a two-headed *monster*. But I don’t like to be called a *monster*. I am a *creature*, a two-headed *creature*. I’m a strange creature, many have said. Actually I’m not stranger than Arboris, the living plant or the three-headed Cerberus, which lives in hell.
“I live in this ruin, as you have known. This place was a mess, so I tried to tidy it up a bit. Now it’s a cozy homely place for me, but I decided to ask warriors who come here to bring me some Demon Dog fur. It’s soft and nice for making carpet! As I am always busy, the carpet is still unfinished. Why don’t I ask someone else to do it? Well, I live so far from any settlement so I would spend all my time walking.
“My club? It’s a long story. I love my club more than any weapon in all Faeo. Give me any weapon and I’ll choose my club instead. Clubs are weak, some say, but MY club have the longes, most heart-touching story you have ever heard. It will make your article to be very-very long, so let’s put it aside. Maybe if we have another time talking like this later?
“My love of flickering crystal...began once I saw it somewhere. It was shiny and can make a rainbow without rain! Bow? Don’t play tricks with me. This crystal was impressing me so much! So I began to collect it. Nothing can be compared with this small flickering crystal. Yes, it is bit expensive but I pay anyone that bring it to me worthy. They can choose one of those three shirts. You do want one? Well, bring me the crystal and you can choose one which you like!
“What I feel of people? Well, they are *quite* nice, I think. Everyone came here only for quest, both Humans and Magmars. They are all here admiring my strength and beauty, har-har-har! Narssicism? Some Human said that it is a syndrome or illness, but it is really fun! No illness that is fun, so narssicism is not an illness!
“But when I eardrop on what they say outside, they said that I am monster! They said, ‘What a scary monster!’ and ‘Will he eat the bat alive?’ Goodness no! I have cooked the bats into different cuisine! Kebab, soup even salad! And just now I made some Atshi Bat cookies! *ahem* Sorry for being rude.
“The most hated quote? Well, it’s when someone say I am stupid. Actually I am quite smarter than another *creature*. I just speak in another language they don’t know! Is that wrong? There are a lot of languages in the world that even the Hall of Languages will be overloaded if they are all in it!
“Or maybe because I make my own carpet and don’t just buy it at a store. Well, I’m a bit egoist. I need quality. When I just buy it at the store, I don’t know how the carpetmaker made it! So I decide to make it myself. I’m not stupid. I’m smart.
“Praise I ever heard? Barely one dare to talk to me and I rarely show up, so no praise I ever heard. I do praise myself, actually.
“Where I came from? Shouldn’t that be the first question? Are you a bit afraid? Har-har-har! Be afraid! Har-har-har! Never mind. Actually I don’t remember where I came from. I, kind of, lost my childhood memory. Like that amnesia thing. All I remember is I live by myself in this ruin. Or maybe I never be a kid before? Who knows?
“Message for the reader. I...don’t think so. Okay, alright. Well, the message should be...treat me the way you want to be treated. Don’t mock me, bring me my order and the reward is yours. I think I don’t want to say things.
“Thanks to you too. Are you really want to go home now? Without tasting this yummy Atshi cookies? Do you want to take one home with you? No?! Are you sure? Okay then. Take care! Wish you luck.

The girl sneaked out of Gizedor’s place after saying goodbye. Then she quietly went home and worked all night long writing and translating Gizedor’s speech. The next morning she went to the forum and posted it so everyone could read it.

The girl was me and I’m glad you’re here to read. Thank you!

Author: cutecat