Gamon's history

     Gamon Kinzoku was born into a fairly successful family in Onibus. They family ran a Blacksmith shop that has been in the family for generations on the father's side. The father married a mage who used maker magic. His parents Tamkumi and Iskra loved him very much and would try to provide their only child with whatever he might have needed or wanted. From a young age Gamon always liked to watch his father work, pounding out cherry red metal into whatever was needed. When he was old enough, around 12 years old, Gamon asked his father to start teaching him the trade of his family. He quickly got the hang of it, even though he had trouble picking up the tools most of the time, his dad was always there to help him out. Iskra, Gamon's mother, was a major help to the success of the shop. With her magic she was able to create a sort of wooden blueprint for Tamkuni to follow. Gamon soon realized if he could do the type of magic that his mother uses but instead of wood use metal. He could make his families life easier and take on more requests. Gamon insisted that his mother teach him what she knew on maker magic. He had a rough time changing what his mother taught him into metal make magic, instead of wood make magic, but he eventually succeeded.
   
    He was so excited that he could finally use his magic the way he wanted. He ran into the shop, where his father was hard at work making  some horseshoes for a customer. With a great big grin on his face, Gamon asked his father for a simple item that could be make out of metal.  The father thought for a moment then said that a ring would be the easiest thing to make. Gamon nervous but excited placed his right fist into the open palm of his left hand and concentrated on what he wanted to make. There was a flash of light. Gamon slowly moved his hand to reveal a shiny ring.  Tamkumi was so amazed and happy for his only son that he has mastered his own magic. Tamkumi picked up the ring and inspected it. Jokingly he said that it wasn’t the right size. Gamon looked kind of let down at this cause he was excited that he actually made something for his father. Seeing that his son was getting sad, he looked around the shop for an idea to make his son happy. He spotted a small section of rope and tied a knot around it and put it on as a necklace. Gamon saw this and it made him proud that he didn’t completely mess up.
 
      Gamon and his father worked side by side in the shop for years. Gamon learned a lot about blacksmithing and got stronger. He also trained with his magic, making it stronger and building stamina. When the weather was nice enough, he would ask his father if he could go and take a walk. Gamon always loved to spending time in nature. There was something about it that would calm him. These walks also provided an excellent place to practice his magic. He would always push himself further and further trying to make bigger things. Butterknife to dagger to sword, plate to a small shield to a full body shield. He would also train with the sword, keeping in mind what his mother would tell him before he left, “Be careful out there! There are bad people out there who would try to rob you, if you are not careful.”  
   
       One day, when Gamon was about 15, he was coming home from one of his walk. He saw over the building black smoke flowing out of the area of his family's shop. He took off into a sprint down the streets and alleyways, hoping that it wasn't their shop. Hoping that his parents were alright. As he rounded the corner and made it onto the street of his family's shop, his worst fears were confirmed. Gamon took his focus off of the burning building and on to the sidewalk, there he saw the lifeless bodies of his parents. Tears streaming down his face he held his dead parents in his arms begging that they would come back and comfort him. After a half hour of crying of his lost parents he say that his father had a letter tucked into his pocket. He took it out and the only words on the envelope was "To My Son". Gamon took the letter, but he did not open it at the moment. The next day he had the funeral for his recently deceased parents. All most everyone in town showed up. They all seemed to line up to say their apologies and to say if he ever needed anything that they would help out. He didn't believe any of there empty promises. All he wanted was his parents back.
     
  A week later he decided to sell the lot that the shop was on and his family’s house. He found a small cabin in the woods that he could move into and hopefully get over his loss. It was hard for the first few months he seemed to cry himself to sleep every night. If he glanced at the letter his father had on him he would bawl his eye out. Any item that reminded him of his parents were covered with a sheet or just tucked away so he couldn’t see it. On occasion he would receive a visitor just to check up on him and bring him supplies. After a half a year, he started to feel better he could look at his old things and not completely break down. His sadness still lingered over him, seeming to weigh him down in everything he would do.
   
    It was anniversary of the death of his parents and he decided it was time that he should open the letter. As he read the the letter his sadness quickly turned to anger. Not towards his father or mother, but toward the Dark guild that did this to his only family. His father wrote that the dark guild came to him to create a suit of armor that would enhance the strength of dark magic. They gave him an impossible dead line to meet. Tamkuni tried his best but could only create the right arm of the armor. Before the dark guild could come and get it, he hid it along with the family cloak that has been passed down from generation to generation on the outskirts of town. Gamon went to where the letter said and found a small crate inside a hole in the ground. With in the crate was exactly what his father said the piece of the armor and the cloak. Now armed with a fire in his heart to get his revenge for the death of his parents. He soon set  out to join a guild to fight evil and become stronger. This lead him to the closest legal guild to his hometown: Fairy Tail.

Gamon looked around trying to get his bearings. He was confused of where he was. He was following the correct path... or at least he thought. He looked at the map, that had been quickly drawn up by kind shop owner from the town he just came from. Honestly, he wasn’t really sure if he was even holding the map the right side up. The shop owner didn’t really take the time to explain the route that he was sending Gamon on. He took a look at his options. On one hand, he could go back to the town he was just at, but that would just be a waste of a day. Plus he has a job to get done. On the other, hand he could keep going forward and hope that he is going the correct way. Gamon just stood there, weighing his options wanting to be sure of his decision. He stood there for a few more minutes just considering his options. Finally, he decided that he would push forward. It wasn’t his style to retrace his steps. He was always telling himself to keep moving forward.

It was starting to get dark and he really didn’t want to have to sleep under the stars again. He says to himself, “Ha, I should’ve listened to my guild mates and took the train.” He continued to walk, hoping that he could see the town over the next hill. As he climbed the to the top of the hill, he began to see light pouring out off a central location. As he reached the top of the hill and looked at the valley below, he could see the town that the job was located in. With high spirits, he made his way into town and got a room at an inn to sleep off the night. In the morning, he would head to the location that the request sheet said.

At a young age, Gamon loved to go off and explore caves. He was always looking for precious gems and other metals. He could spend hours on end going as deep as he possibly could into the twisting caverns and mines near his home. Gamon always came home with some kind of ore or gem to show to his family. His father, Tamkumi, would take them to use for his blacksmithery, and made Gamon feel like he was doing something right. He always wanted to help his father, as much as he could for someone his age. Tamkumi would never let his son work in the blacksmith shop with him, due to the general nature and danger of a blacksmith shop. His father had told him that one day, he would be allowed to take over the shop; Just like how his grandfather handed down the business to Gamon’s father. The shop has been handed down from generation to generation for too long to count. It was simply a family tradition, that one day, Gamon was excited to continue.

One fateful day, Gamon’s life changed for the worst. On one of his spelunking expeditions, he decided to come home earlier, due to the fact he was getting hungry and forgot to bring along food. As he started to retrace his steps back out to overworld, Gamon heard movement from deeper within the cave. He froze with goosebumps all over his body. His flesh shuddered as his mind raced. He could not help but imagine what it could be. Maybe it was a bat. What if it was a bear or something worse? It sounded huge whatever it was. I should probably leave before I get eaten. With that thought, he started off as fast as he could for the cave exit, weaving in and out between stalagmites. He was trying his hardest not to trip and fall face first into the cold, hard cave floor. Fortunately, he made it out unharmed, but he was pretty shaken up about that had disturbed his peaceful expedition.

It was a beautiful summer day, and it was close to high noon when he made it out of the cave. He stood there bent over, trying to catch his breath. Who knew running through a cramped cave would take so much out of someone? Gamon surely did not. As his breathing started to slow, and his heartbeat returned to a normal pace, he straightened his back and started to head back to his village. Gamon had to trek over a large hill to get back to his home. When he crested the top of the hill, he was able to see the whole layout of the town down below. How beautiful his hometown was. He looked across the buildings, but something was awry. Close to where his family's shop, was there looked to be a column of black smoke rising up from one of the buildings.

His mind quickly jumped to worst case scenario: The blacksmith shop and the neighboring houses and shops all on fire, destroying all their worldly items with the flames and leaving only memories of what was and what should’ve been. His train of thought changed tracks once more: What about my parents? Was the only thing that occupied his thoughts. He prayed briefly for their safety.

Gamon couldn’t waste anymore time thinking of impossible scenarios. Nothing could ever happen to his family; they were too smart to get caught in a fire, right? These disturbing waves of thoughts flooded his head. He couldn’t wait any longer. Gamon took off in a full sprint down the hill, towards the fire. He wished he could have solid answers right away. He needed to know the whereabouts of his mother and father. Gamon pleaded to God, or any Gods who were listening, to have kept his only family safe and sound.

As he rounded the corner onto the street where the shop was, he saw that a large crowd had gathered around. They were all muttering amongst themselves about what had happened or what they thought had happened. Gamon couldn’t hear too clearly of the events that had taken place, but he didn’t care either. He wanted to find out for himself at what happened. He looked above the crowd only to find that the fire had burnt down his family’s shop and his home. The neighboring houses had been kissed by the fire, but it was nothing compared to what happen to his home. The flames had been tamed by the local fire fighters, and they were making their way inside the burnt skeleton of the shop. That is when one of the firefighters called out for help; he had found something troubling.

Gamon pushed his way through the thick crowd of people, trying to see what they might have found. As he cleared the throng of people, that’s when he saw it. The sight alone brought him to his knees. Gamon’s heart dropped when he saw the firemen carrying out two charred bodies… They could only be two people: His parents. All of his worst nightmares were coming true right before his eyes. He just knelt there and cried. Gamon was now alone in the world. He was the last surviving Kinzoku.

It took months to finally accept what had happened. However, acceptance does not always equate to equanimity. At the young age of thirteen, Gamon was forced to grow up quickly. There was no one there to provide for him, to tell him that everything was going to be alright. There was no one to hold him as he cried. He didn’t even have a place to sleep. There was just him, and him alone. The townsfolk all said that they knew what he was going through. How could they? He slowly began to resent them, as the crippling loneliness ate away at the dimming light that was his soul.

He had to get away from this place. His own home town where he had grown up no longer felt like home. He felt like a stranger with people he had once greeted daily; Gamon truly was a shell of himself. If it felt like this here, his home and shelter, how could it be any better anywhere else? The illusion of life no longer meant anything to him. There was nothing left for him on this earth. His family, his dreams, and even his home had been snatched away from him in some cruel twist of fate. He thought back to that painful day. He remembered the creature that had been moving deep down in that cave. Maybe it could ease his suffering once and for all.

As he made his way into the cave, the thought that maybe this was all just a horrible dream. Maybe he had fallen asleep within the cave, or maybe he fell and hit his head on a rock. He would wake up in his bed with his mother over him, soothing him with a cold cloth and telling him that everything would be alright. His father would come into the room and pat his shoulder affectionately, and explain how happy he was that he had come around. Dinner was almost ready, and it was his favorite. Tears streamed down his face as the daydream haunts him; All of that was gone, and he would never again hear the voices of the two people he cared for the most.

The familiar surroundings were of little comfort, as he knew that he would never see them again. They will now and to the end of time hold his final moments. This cave was his coffin, and its dwellers his funeral attendees. Perhaps they would miss him, as he was sure that they would be the only ones to notice that he was gone. He was sobbing now, shoulders heavy with the tremendous weight of his joke of a life. Thirteen years old and on death’s doorstep. How pathetic, he thinks to himself. He made it much further than he had made it on that day. He heard the movement, but this time it didn’t bring fear or any other emotion. He wondered if it knew that it would be the end of his dark life.

Gamon heard the familiar noise once more. Finally, the show was over. The act of shuffling lifelessly around the village had lasted for months, and he had grown tired of the numbness. Why shouldn’t he just end it? At least he would get to see his family again. There was nothing and nobody to continue acting for, and this was the end. Through his sobs, he smiles. For the first time in months, Gamon felt something. The auditorium of his chest echoed with the loud beats of his heart, pounding as the large beast in front of him lifted it’s head. He was finally ready.

The beast was something of legends. Stories of these monsters terrifying powers had haunted his childhood; They were destructive, ruthless creatures with no sense of mercy. He’d never thought that he would ever come face to face with a dragon. Even worse, he’d never thought that he’d be excited about it. The dragon gave a sheepish yawn as the smell of sulfur and iron filled Gamon’s nostrils. He stared expectantly at the creature as it slowly awoke. The dragon looked around, still obviously very tired. A few moments passed before he finally spotted the human in front of him.

The dragon reared back his head, and gave a mighty roar. The very sound shook him to the core. He’d never heard anything like it before. Gamon flinched slightly in response, but had no desire to run. Instead, he continued to stare upwards. The creature paused, making eye contact with him once again. The dragon spun around hitting his tail next to Gamon. Gamon fell to his knees from the shock of the impact, but didn’t move an inch.

He bent his neck downwards to inspect the human in front of him; Why hadn’t he ran? The dragon opened his mouth, and once again roared. The force of the noise blew the young man’s hair back, along with his clothes… but he did not run.

An eerie silence settled in the cave. Gamon’s ears rang as the sound still bounded around in his head. This was the true power of a dragon, and he had gotten a front row seat to an ancient beast. He stared at the creature with a flat expression, and the dragon stared back. “Hey! You going to finish me or what?” His voice echoed against the cave walls. His sense of volume had been completely destroyed by the dragon’s colossal sound.

“Why do you not run from me, my child?” The dragon replied, answering the human’s question with his own. His voice was deep and smooth, like that of a thousand year whisky. His mouth did not move, but Gamon heard him loud and clear.

Thrown back by the fact that the dragon spoke to him, he had a hard time getting the answer out. “I have no more reason to live. Now do what your kind are known for.” His voice shuddered as he spoke, lost in the confusion of all that was happening.

“You are speaking nonsense, Child. You are young, and filled with virtue. However, I will honor your desires if this is truly what you wish for; I only have one condition.”

“Well, I guess I have no other option than hear you out.”

“My name is Metallicana, and I am a metal dragon. I am thousands of years old, and have seen more than you could possibly know, Child.” The dragon spoke coolly, his voice flowing into Gamon’s mind like a dark river. He nodded in reply. “You must follow my instructions, and perform as I instruct you to for three days. If by the end of this period you still wish for me to end your life, I will comply. However, if this is not the case after this period, you must stay with me and continue to follow my instructions. Do you understand?”

Left with no other choice, Gamon once again nodded slowly. The terms were simple enough, and he was sure that after three days, he would feel the same. Metallicana would provide him with a small place to sleep within his cave, as well as food, and whatever else he could offer to make his stay comfortable. Gamon considered this small space of his temporary. Little did he know, that this agreement would change his life.

The next day, he was awoken by the loud vibration of the creature’s footsteps against the cave floor. He sat up suddenly, shaken by the surprising amount of movement that followed the creature. “Wake up, my child. It is time to begin the day. Please follow me.” He shook his head in a half hearted attempt to wake himself up, and jumped to his feet. He followed the creature as fast as he could, trying not to fall behind.

They traveled deeper into the cave system, a place where he had never dared travel before. The dragon had lead him into a system of what appeared to be a collapsed mine shaft. His eyes darted around wildly, as it looked like it hadn’t been disturbed by human touch in years. Suddenly, Metallicana came to a stop. Gamon tripped over himself in his distraction, and came to a halt only when running into the dragon’s tail. “Here is your task, child. I would like you to mine this beautiful ruby, surrounded by iron. How you do that, and how you do that gently, is entirely up to you.”

His eyes grew wide at the sight of the beautiful stone. It seemed as if the two ores had been growing too closely together, and managed to intermingle. How incredible nature was sometimes. “How will I get it out?” He asked, scratching his head and looking around. Sure, Gamon had dug small pieces of ore out of a wall with his fingers, but this was totally different. “Look around you, Child. Use the surroundings to your advantage.” Metallicana suddenly flew up and perched upon one of the many layers of dilapidated mine. He would be watching as Gamon began to solve the puzzle that was left for him.

Day one was objectively the worst. He first tried to kick the ore out of the wall, only damaging the only shoes that he’d brought with him. Frustrated and upset, he already felt like giving up. Why had he even agreed? He should have just found some other way. He could have been with his parents in a place by now. Gamon didn’t want any stupid ruby. He wanted his family back. Metallicana, however, provided words of advice from above. They were in an abandoned mine shaft, weren’t they? There had to have been something around here that would get the job done. He searched tirelessly for hours, to no avail. Gamon had no idea what time it was when he finally headed back, and went to bed.

The second day, he awoke to find a small pick next to his bedroll. How it got there, and where Metallicana was hiding, was a complete mystery. Once again, he found his way back to the beautiful ruby and iron. It shimmered just as beautifully as it had the day before. How badly he wanted to have that for himself. Slowly, he sat down in front of the wall and began to chisel away at the stone surrounding. Several times, he attempted to hold the pick steady, and nicked his hand in the process. However, the shimmer of the stone kept him determined. From above, he felt a presence linger. He wasn’t sure what time he headed back, but he was exhausted and excited for the progress he had began to make.

The third day, began like the others. However, he found himself feeling more motivated than he had previously. A pair of thick gloves laid on the pillow beside him, seemingly extremely out of date. They had to have been here much before him. He could only assume that Metallicana had been watching, and knew what he needed. He found his way to the mines, and continued to chip away at the precious stone.

After about a week of careful and calculated chiseling, the stone came loose. He held it carefully, cupped between his two hands and smiled to himself. He’d finally done it. From above, that smooth voice was once again heard. “Well done, my child. I am glad you have decided to stay. That is yours to keep.” Gamon looked up, only now to notice where the dragon had been watching him from. Had it been longer than three days? He hadn’t even thought about it. Before he can respond, Metalicana landed before him. “Keep that safe in your pocket and get on my back. We have things to do, child.”

Gamon did as he was told and climbed on top of Metallicana. “Hold on, child. This will be a bit bumpy.” He then stretched his wings out and with a large push off the ground. They were flying through the cave back out towards the surface. Gamon didn’t know how this large dragon could fly through these narrow caves. They emerged from the cave with a cloud of dust coming out behind them. Gamon figured that the cave collapsed as the dragon pushed its way out. They flew upward into the clouds. The sun was just rising on a new day, and a new beginning for Gamon. They flew over his old village. He looked below and could see the empty lot that once held his whole life. Gamon started to cry. He looked to the colorful sky. Maybe this was the work of his parents. Thier final act at keeping him safe. “Child, you have proved to me that it is your destiny to learn my ancient magic. Your determination and virtue are worthy of my type. You will become an Iron Dragon Slayer, and I will be your guide.” Gamon didn’t know what to say. He never heard of that type of magic before. It had to be powerful though, just like the dragon that was going to teach him.

Weeks of training slowly faded into months, and months into years…Before he knew it, Gamon had grown stronger and more powerful than he could have ever imagined. A small hut in the woods become his home, and the dragon he begged for death, had become his family. On his sixteenth birthday, he awoke alone for the first time in years. His first instinct was panic, as if something was terribly wrong. However, this feeling dissipated quickly. For whatever reason, he felt at peace.

He arose from his bedroll, and headed toward the usual hill where they usually trained. Perhaps his mentor would be waiting for him there, as he tended to do some mornings. Over the years, Metalicana had provided him with everything he could have needed. Food, clothing, shelter… and most importantly, support. When he came to the crest of the hill, he was welcomed by the beautiful sunrise and slight breeze.

He stuck his hands in his pockets to take in the scenery. He breathes in the fresh air, and feels the smooth stone and iron in his pocket. Although alone, he felt at peace. After years of rigorous training, sometimes painful, and sometimes rewarding, he now understood that he had become all that he had needed to be, and he would be okay. Gamon had finally became his true potential: an Iron Dragon slayer

He knew this day would come. The day that Metallicana would leave him. The dragon had been giving Gamon with more and more freedom. It also had been around less and less. Leaving Gamon to fend for himself. Gamon thought back to that day when he was just a naive kid. He look skyward. One day I will see you again. When I do, I will be stronger than ever. Gamon promised to himself and to Metallicana. That promise also extended to his Mother and Father. He just knew that they would be proud of him, if they could see him now.

Instead of moping around, Gamon decided to head back to his hut, pack up his stuff in his makeshift rucksack, and head out. Although his rucksack was light, it was hard to say that his heart felt a bit heavy about leaving this place. Slowly, but surely, he made his peace, and headed out into the unknown woods.

He walked for hours before he decided to take a break. The clearing he happened upon was small, surrounded by bushes and trees, a perfect hideaway to sit down and eat some iron. Just as he began to settle down, he heard the voice of another human being. It had been quite a long time since he’d heard that, and he planned on taking advantage of it. There was no harm in a little eavesdropping.

He stopped, and listened carefully… Wait, that was more than one voice. He leaned closer to the bush that the sound seemed to be coming from, continuing to eat his chunk of iron.

“Come here! Get in the cage!”

“No! Stop! I don’t want to! You’re hurting me!”

Gamon suddenly jumped to his feet, abandoning his sandwich and bursting through the bush.

“Hey! Just what the hell is going on here!?” He yelled. The sudden appearance startled the six guys that stood around a few cages filled with animals.

A small, black cat, however, was fighting against one of the men trying to capture her. She was small, feisty, and was not having any of what these men wanted to do to her. “Help me! Please!” She cried out, suddenly being caught by one of her paws. He was confused how it was speaking, but this wasn’t the first time in his life that something spoke to him that shouldn’t have, and it was probably wasn’t going to be his last. Instead, he decided he would take action.

“So, here is what is going to happen: You will let all these animals go and we will be on our way.”

“Haha, just run away kid before you get hurt.”

“I think you misheard me. You are going to let all the animals go or you will regret it.”

The man who was fighting with the black cat managed to throw it into one of the cages. He then joined his fellow goons who were now surrounding Gamon.

“Alright, I guess you guys aren’t going to listen to me.”

One of the men who had a iron sword attack first. He swung and was satisfied that it hit its target. Little did he know Gamon caught the sword and started to eat it. Horrified, he stumbled back.

“What are you?! You can't be human!”

“Well technically I am human, but I was raised by a dragon. I am the Iron Dragon Slayer. Now it's my turn. Iron Dragon’s Sword!” His arm then turned to iron and formed into large sword. He swung downward striking the first attack and forcing him to the ground. The large man struggled under him, but made no progress as far as getting away. “Do you want to listen now?”

The man shook his head, and called out for his comrades to help him. Gamon gave a sigh, now knowing he was going to have to take all of them down. No problem, but definitely a nuisance. The next man to attack quickly approached with a small dagger in hand. Preoccupied by holding the first guy down, he had to use his other arm. “Iron Dragon’s Club!” His had formed a round, solid club. It extended at a fast rate landing a hard hitting blow on the oncoming attacker, knocking him to the ground. The poor idiots kept coming at him, and their fate was just the same. In no time, all of the thugs were on the ground. Satisfied with his handy work, he turned his attention to the poor animals. He started to walk over to all the cages when he heard from behind him, “Come on, everyone attack him now.” Gamon turned to see the group of men charging him. He sighed, knowing that they just didn’t know when to stop. Well, that was their loss. He reared his head back, breathed in deeply, and shouted. “Iron Dragon’s Roar!” The sound he produced was deafening, and almost identical to Metallicana’s. Shards of iron were sent hurdling towards them, sending the group of poachers fleeing for their lives. They’d picked the wrong dragon slayer to mess with.

He turned to the group of animals, and looked at them. They all looked frightened and upset, unsure of what he was going to do to them. “Hey there. I didn’t mean to scare all of you. I will set all of you free.” He spoke with quiet sympathy, knowing how they felt. “Iron Dragon’s Hardened Fist!” He shouted, before using it to free the first animal. It was the small, black cat that they had been trying to capture. He continued on without a second thought, before she spoke up.

“Thanks for saving me back there. I don’t know what I would have done, besides bite and scratch them, of course.” Gamon nodded and smiled, unsure of how to react to a talking cat. “I just… don’t know where I’m going to go from here.”

“You can come with me.” He replied, always happy to have a companion. “I don’t know where I’m headed either. We could forge that path together. My name is Gamon by the way.”

“Really? I’d love to!” She replied, “My name is Tykva.” They began to walk together, side by side and chattering eagerly to one another. Thus began their friendship, and also their long journey together.