Post by Milla on Sept 26, 2009 17:16:23 GMT 10
Title:Pond Monster
Rating (and Warnings): G
Word Count: 758
Summary: A boy discovers interesting things in his pond.
Notes: Hey guess what I wrote? Myrrhtide fic! Albeit kid!Myrrhtide fic. God I wish we knew his pre-dedicate name because I ended up calling him boy throughout it. Avery is an original character.
The first time he had fallen in the pond it had been an accident –he had just wanted to have a closer look the silvery fish that swam beneath the surface. Luckily his nurse had been quick enough to haul the boy out of the water. No harm was done, the boy was oddly quiet for the rest of the day and he was given no supper as punishment for being silly around the pond.
The next seven times had been no accident at all. The last time, his nurse had found him kneeling at the ponds edge his head submerged through the pondweed. She reacted by grabbing his shirt collar and dragged him bodily out “Lakik bones! Are you trying to get yourself drowned? This is the seventh time I caught you doing this- oh, look at your hair!” The nurse paused in her diatribe and started combing the pondweed out of his red hair with her fingers “You know your mother doesn’t like when you get your clothes dirty.”
The boy looked at his clothes then up at his nurse “But I made real sure not get them muddy this time, Avery.” Avery’s mouth twitched slightly at this “Looking like a pond monster boy from the neck up counts as well, just what were you trying to do? Catch a fish in your mouth?”
“No! I-“the boy paused “I wanted to listen to them talking again, the people underwater.”
“What? People don’t talk underwater; actually I don’t think they can live down there for long either,” Avery said her eyebrows rising slightly.
“I’m not lying!” the boy insisted, drawing himself up to his full height (Which wasn't much) “I can really hear them talking.”
“So, what do these, underwater voices tell you?”
“They don’t really talk to me, they talk to each other about things that sound really interesting,” he was visibly excited and he began to speak quicker “I’m gonna find out what they’re talking about and then I’ll learn how to talk to them and I’ll tell Mama and Father-“
“No!” Avery’s sharp voice cut across his excited babble “Don’t do that,” she repeated softly “I, do not think your parents need to know just yet-”
“I already said I’d learn to talk to the people in the water before telling mama, silly.”
“Nevertheless, you shouldn’t go near the pond any more-“
“Aw, why not?” unnoticed behind the pair the surface of the pond began to swirl and form mini maelstroms.
“For one thing you keep-ahem ‘falling in’ and messing up your clothes, you could also drown.”
“But I’m really good at swimming now!” he protested. Avery looked down at her young charge as if deciding something “There could be pond monsters” she said eventually.
“Huh?”
“There could be monsters lurking at the bottom of the pond, which are trying to lure you down so they can catch you and eat you,”
“But monsters are just stories,” he protested “The underwater
people are real”
“People can’t talk underwater so it could only be a pond monster,“ Avery persisted, sensing she was getting through.
His eyes widened then he said glumly “I’ll stay away from the pond.”
Avery let out a sigh of relief “Well now that is settled, let’s get you cleaned up before the mistress sees you.”
As they walked up the path Avery debated with herself whether or not she should tell her employers that their son was claiming to hear spirits or something in the garden pond. She quite liked the lad when all was said and done and she doubted his parents would be happy. Maybe it was just overactive imagination, the only people who heard voices who weren’t crazy were mages (they were only half crazy) and the boy had been tested for magic during Rose month and failed.
‘
No’ she thought ‘Let’s just keep quiet about it’.
The boy’s mind however was racing. There were actual monsters in his pond-actual monsters and they had almost tricked him. It was a lucky escape.
But-he thought with rising panic if the monsters couldn’t get him they would go after the fishes and the frogs instead. No, he couldn’t let that happen; they were his fish, his frogs . It was his pond! He’d have to check every story book he owned for stories on water monsters maybe there was some charm or something that would make them go away.
No nasty pond monster was going to wreck his pond.
Eventually the whirlpools in the pond ended as spontaneously as they had started.
Rating (and Warnings): G
Word Count: 758
Summary: A boy discovers interesting things in his pond.
Notes: Hey guess what I wrote? Myrrhtide fic! Albeit kid!Myrrhtide fic. God I wish we knew his pre-dedicate name because I ended up calling him boy throughout it. Avery is an original character.
The first time he had fallen in the pond it had been an accident –he had just wanted to have a closer look the silvery fish that swam beneath the surface. Luckily his nurse had been quick enough to haul the boy out of the water. No harm was done, the boy was oddly quiet for the rest of the day and he was given no supper as punishment for being silly around the pond.
The next seven times had been no accident at all. The last time, his nurse had found him kneeling at the ponds edge his head submerged through the pondweed. She reacted by grabbing his shirt collar and dragged him bodily out “Lakik bones! Are you trying to get yourself drowned? This is the seventh time I caught you doing this- oh, look at your hair!” The nurse paused in her diatribe and started combing the pondweed out of his red hair with her fingers “You know your mother doesn’t like when you get your clothes dirty.”
The boy looked at his clothes then up at his nurse “But I made real sure not get them muddy this time, Avery.” Avery’s mouth twitched slightly at this “Looking like a pond monster boy from the neck up counts as well, just what were you trying to do? Catch a fish in your mouth?”
“No! I-“the boy paused “I wanted to listen to them talking again, the people underwater.”
“What? People don’t talk underwater; actually I don’t think they can live down there for long either,” Avery said her eyebrows rising slightly.
“I’m not lying!” the boy insisted, drawing himself up to his full height (Which wasn't much) “I can really hear them talking.”
“So, what do these, underwater voices tell you?”
“They don’t really talk to me, they talk to each other about things that sound really interesting,” he was visibly excited and he began to speak quicker “I’m gonna find out what they’re talking about and then I’ll learn how to talk to them and I’ll tell Mama and Father-“
“No!” Avery’s sharp voice cut across his excited babble “Don’t do that,” she repeated softly “I, do not think your parents need to know just yet-”
“I already said I’d learn to talk to the people in the water before telling mama, silly.”
“Nevertheless, you shouldn’t go near the pond any more-“
“Aw, why not?” unnoticed behind the pair the surface of the pond began to swirl and form mini maelstroms.
“For one thing you keep-ahem ‘falling in’ and messing up your clothes, you could also drown.”
“But I’m really good at swimming now!” he protested. Avery looked down at her young charge as if deciding something “There could be pond monsters” she said eventually.
“Huh?”
“There could be monsters lurking at the bottom of the pond, which are trying to lure you down so they can catch you and eat you,”
“But monsters are just stories,” he protested “The underwater
people are real”
“People can’t talk underwater so it could only be a pond monster,“ Avery persisted, sensing she was getting through.
His eyes widened then he said glumly “I’ll stay away from the pond.”
Avery let out a sigh of relief “Well now that is settled, let’s get you cleaned up before the mistress sees you.”
As they walked up the path Avery debated with herself whether or not she should tell her employers that their son was claiming to hear spirits or something in the garden pond. She quite liked the lad when all was said and done and she doubted his parents would be happy. Maybe it was just overactive imagination, the only people who heard voices who weren’t crazy were mages (they were only half crazy) and the boy had been tested for magic during Rose month and failed.
‘
No’ she thought ‘Let’s just keep quiet about it’.
The boy’s mind however was racing. There were actual monsters in his pond-actual monsters and they had almost tricked him. It was a lucky escape.
But-he thought with rising panic if the monsters couldn’t get him they would go after the fishes and the frogs instead. No, he couldn’t let that happen; they were his fish, his frogs . It was his pond! He’d have to check every story book he owned for stories on water monsters maybe there was some charm or something that would make them go away.
No nasty pond monster was going to wreck his pond.
Eventually the whirlpools in the pond ended as spontaneously as they had started.