The first Chapter of my story for NaNoWriMo. I hope you enjoy it!
I’ve swum for miles. Not for the love of it, but to track down a Great One. It has been over 50 million years since the last one took flight from its Guardian Rock.
Many at home said I was going on a fool’s journey, but they often called me a fool, so this must be my calling. Three years have passed since I set out, and although the sea has been treacherous, I have finally managed to make it to the Pacific Rim. Perhaps I will find the Great One here?
Alice stared at the water again apprehensively. The reservoir was one of her most favourite places to go to. It was a reflection of her insides; still on the surface, in turmoil underneath.
So why did it seems so unfamiliar all of a sudden after visiting it every day of her known life?
Alice shook her head. Maybe she was just dreaming this all up. Maybe there never was that amazing disturbance.
Droplets of water splashed against the surface. Alice looked up and a droplet splashed against her glasses. She sighed and pulled the spectacles off to clean it on the inside of her jersey pocket.
“Just great, why does it always rain when I come out here?” Alice muttered to herself.
The wind whipped across her face and body suddenly so violently, she lost grip of her glasses and the blew out it into the water.
“Oh no! Oh no no no! Mom is so going to kill me!” Alice gasped; running to the very edge and stumbling down the boulders, hoping to be able to reach her eye wear before it sunk to the bottom of the water.
Blurry eyed made worse with 600+ degree on both eyes, Alice did not see the wave of light raise up from the water. It hovered above her silently as if it was a living creature, and just stayed there as it if it was waiting for Alice to do something.
“Just a bit more…” Alice said, reaching out into the water for something she thought was her glasses, but in actual fact was a dark grey scale amongst other glittery bright scales on what could only be a serpentine body.
“Got it!” Alice exclaimed with delight when she had reached out far enough and grabbed the scale.
The body of light roared and crashed down on Alice, swallowing her whole.
I swam quickly in the direction of the disturbance. It was not often that a Great One used magic, but there was definitely a decent amount of magic pulsating through the water a certain direction, and I was bent on finding out what was going on.
There was a tiny undercurrent stream cutting through the under rocks of a strange little island in the middle of the Mergiant flow, on the cusp of Greater Dionar. Was this the famed Eputar? I made a mental note to explore the local merfolk living here later.
Swimming up streaming along the murkiest tunnels and through many other water channels that I could see were demarcated and carved by fellow merfolk, I finally surface into what looked to be a water caption of some sort where the magic was coming from.
I swam warily, looking around for any sign of the Great One. They shed their scales often and have long beautiful stardust manes which are almost like merfolk hair, but softer, which makes it easy to catch in the reeds and plantation that grows beneath the waves.
Sure enough, star gold hair and scales were littered everywhere; it seemed that the Great One had been staying here for a while.
“Hello?” I said in the language of the sea.
A cry of help replied!
I dashed forward and crashed through reeds and turtles and snapper fish and large eels and even larger sea serpents, and there at the heart of the catchment, was the Great One. In fact the Great One was so great, I was close to the bottom of the water catchment, and it seemed that it blocked out the sun. I would need to swim near to the surface in order to see within the gigantic curl of its body, to address the great one’s head.
I swam up and up and up. It felt as if the Great Onewent on forever.
I wasn’t used to being this close to the surface. It was a foolhardy decision. What was I was doing this again for?
But there must have been a reason, and reason for the Great One, to go on it’s great migration.
Wwhat was it looking for? The danger of humans discovering us has always been paramount. Since the Great Battle of Atlantica, we have sworn never to interact with humans ever again, for our sake as well as theirs.
The Great Oneshad decided this. The Great Ones had laid down the rules. So why this? What was so important that this Great Onerisked exposure by entering this realm, and allowing itself to live in such unhealthy conditions?
Finally, I reached close to the surface, with just enough space between the surface and the top of the Great One for me to swim over the scales without touching it, to get passed…. one…two… three rings of scaled body, to where his head was tucked ito his shoulder as he would asleep.
And then I gasped.
There, hovering at the center of great mass of the Great One, was a young girl with ash-colored hair and shimmering golden skin. Her color tons almost reminded me of the Great One for some reason… but more importantly, she was withering, and bucking, and flailing about in pain!
I was transfixed for a moment, staring at the beautiful figure withering about in agony. I couldn’t move. I looked down at the Great One, wondering how it could sleep at a time like this, then I realized that it was not asleep! One Great green eye was open and watching the twisting figure keenly and patiently, just observing.
I looked back, flabbergast. What was going on?
Then the beautiful creature turned her beautiful eyes on me. She reached out her hand as if trying to grab on to something, anything.
“Help” she said in the language of the sea.
Immediately that broke my trance. I rushed forward, beating my tail as hard as I could against the water. Below I would see the Great Onestir as well. Its head began to rear up and a roar of warning left its mouth, but I ignored it.
The beautiful one was still reaching, her eyes turning white and bright as it light was coming out of them from behind the sockets.
I could feel myself crying. Everything I believed about the Great Oneswas destroyed. How could they do this to anyone? Why was the Great Onedestroying this girl in this manner?
I swam as fast as I could, but the distance to the centre of the Great One’s curl was too great, and the damage to the beautiful one was happening too fast.
Another roar of warning was uttered from the great one, but I didn’t care.
White light started to glow from the very pores of the beautiful one. She bent back in the water as if she was being pulled in all sorts of directions. I reached out, hoping, wishing, beating my tail against the water. Why didn’t I learn how to sprint in school? For the first time, I actually needed a skill like that.
No I was too late. I could see the light rip part that tiny human form like it was a rag doll. The force was so great that I was being pushed back even though I was swimming forward.
I kept my speed at a constant as much as I could, and I kept reaching out, and reaching out.
The beautiful one’s eyes were the last to go. They had still been staring out at me, white sockets crying invisible tears. Then there was nothing but a tiny sun in the middle of the water catchment, the power of the light still pushing me back.
I swam for what seemed to be hours, reaching out for the girl, hoping, praying, that I will at least be able to catch her remains once the destructive pulse subsided.
Then finally, the light started to fade.
I heard some audible sea language coming from below me, but I didn’t want to hear a single thing that the Great Onehad to say. There was nothing it had to say to me to make me care.
I kept reaching out, and finally it started to move. I kept beating my tail, and slowly as the light faded, I got closer, and closer and amazingly, the body of the beautiful one was still in tacked!
But it didn’t matter, after the pain she must have gone through, after being torn apart on the inside out…
Finally, as the last of the light subsided, I managed to beat those few laps to her.
Her limp hand was still stretched out, her head still turned in my direction.
I grabbed her hand and swam straight up.
The Great One roared and uncoiled, its tail beating against the bottom of the water catchment.
I swam with a vengeance. I was not letting the Great One touch her, whatever plans it had for her, it could stick it up its *@#$&*.
I felt my tail sudden spasm. My childhood problem of swimming too long was coming back now?
I beat my tail extra hard to get it going, but I could feel the Great One‘s head reaching for me.
I decided to do the one thing that I could only think to do. Hop plains, even if it meant I would loss something extremely precious, I had to do it, for the sake of the beautiful one.
I beat my tail as fast as it would go, faster and faster and faster, and in an angle that I could see was heading to the edge of the catchment.
The Great One was only inches from my tail. It let out a few more roars, but I ignored it completely.
The moment came.
I sucked in as much breath as I could, twisted my tail as I remembered being taught in aquatic training class, and with a brief moment of apprehension, I propelled myself and the beautiful one right out of the water!
We landed hard and fast on the sandy path that was inches from my boulders.
I felt myself gasp and sputter and buckle. No water. I need water. No. Water. Water…. I began to see black spots.
I turned to see the beautiful one stir. I smiled. It was worth it.
Large eyes opened a sparkling green, and the beautiful one looked up at me in delight, then in horror.
I suddenly found myself begin dragged back to the water.
The beautiful one for some reason was looking from me, to the water, and then scrambling towards me in a panic.
I seemed to be bumped and hit and dragged across many boulders. I could feel my skin tear and my tail break at some point. The pain was incredible. But at least the beautiful one was safe.
Everything went dark.
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Hi all you lovely people who follow me or causally check in from time to time. If you are following me on twitter, you’d know that I’ve been having some family-related problems. So, in conclusion to the massive cray-cray that has been released upon me, I have decided to change.
All the old stories have to go. I’m sorry. I hope you enjoyed them while they were around. The new ones will be different. Less sexually fluid, but I think change is good, and intimacy isn’t everything.
I hope you all will still enjoy my stories, but I understand if you won’t/don’t, change is uncomfortable, even more me, but I can’t live without writing… I’ll just be writing something new.
The first newest edition will be ‘Falling Rain’ which is PG13…but I’d safely say PG16 just in case I added a particularly gory death scene D=
Once again thank you or your support so far~ I lurrrvvvv you all!
“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate beings condemning them to spend their lives in search for their other halves.”
~Plato’s The Symposium.
How many times will I reblog this? “Always.”
May I add that those who were split into male and female could reproduce, but there were also two males and two females sometimes and that was ok.
A Video update~!
Faey-ish singing in the the background~ such curious things you can find in the youtube music library! XD
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Chapter 2: http://brownapples.tumblr.com/post/66559761217/falling-rain-chapter-2
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