This is a one-shot that came to mind due to a picture I drew and the poem-ish thing that I made to go with it, which is at the beginning of the story.
'There's danger in the fog,' 'Don't go out to late, The monsters hide behind the veil, That's when they show, They are monsters hiding in the fog, There's danger in the fog, So stay inside when the fog rolls round They look like us, They wait for you within the veil.' But I didn't listen though I knew I should. I went out into the veil, but knew better then to wail, The spell that keeps them from me that makes them think I'm still fine. 'Are you lost little girl?' His voice like silk, his eyes shining bright. He offered his hand in a kind gesture "Lost though I am, you come with the fog. Grandfather warned me of the monsters that lay hid, One not unlike myself but others don't know, So I will find my own way, though thanks for the offer, So I shall leave and you shall stay,
my grandfather always said.
stay inside and wait.
waiting to hear you wail.
yet you still won't know.
hiding what they are behind the veil,
waiting, waiting, to make you wail.
it looks like help but I tell you that's wrong,
there are dangers, in the fog.
it's not safe to be out on the ground.
but are much more vicious.
for to make sound for help surely would break the spell.
I'm not though, and I think they know
for when I look behind...
They held a beacon like light.
but my voice told that I knew better.
Therefore I shall go with you not.
behind the veil waiting for a kid.
that monsters can be anybody that hides their true self.
but Grandfather taught me better.
for the fog is your home but not mine, not today.'
He smiled a smile unlike the one from before, Go then young child who braves the fog, No others here will be as kind as I, He walked back the way I had came, 'You beat me at my game so I will leave you be, Lead me he did to the edge of the fog, 'You've not given a name so how can I call?' Turning I look to see the fog no longer,
'You've beaten me may I challenge you no more.
make sure you get home before to long.
and I shall now truly be your guide.'
looking over his shoulder still smiling the same.
I will not hurt you so follow me.'
as I left he said,
'If ever you find yourself lost,
call out my name and you shall be led.'
I ask but got no answer at all.
but a breeze blows by and I wonder…
Grandfather always told me stories of the fog that comes to our village, he says that there's monsters inside that wait for people to get lost, then they offer help and then kill them or something like that. Mainly they go for children foolish enough to wonder into the swirling white clouds but have been 'known' to go after adults too. Only the elder folk in the village say they are real, the rest say they are just bedtime stories to make children behave. But the way Grandfather talked always made me think it could be real, like maybe he had seen them but managed to get away. Mom believes him too…she's sick right now though so I'm about to be stupid and go into the fog to find some herbs for her. See the forest lies just beyond the mist and they are best picked in the morning while the dew is fresh, well that's what the doctor said anyway.
I was sitting on my doorstep as I finished tying the laces on my boots and pulled my cloak on. My Grandfather told me to be careful as I left and to remember not to stray from the path. It was still really early the fog looked beautiful because of the colors coming from the sunrise, but also kind of eerie. I took a breathe and walked down the path, 'If I stay on the path then I won't get lost and I won't run into one of those things Grandfather talks about.' I thought as I walked into the fog. It wasn't very thick I could see a good ten or twelve feet ahead of myself…at first anyway. But soon it was so thick that I only had two feet of visibility. I looked down and had to stop myself from gasping, I wasn't on the path anymore, 'I must have lost it when it started to get thicker!' I took a deep breath to try and calm myself, 'You're fine Grimmjow, just keep walking you'll find the forest, you'll get the herbs for mom, then you can follow the tree line to the path. Yep you'll be just fine.' I told myself over and over as I continued walking.
I figured as long as I stayed quiet they wouldn't come since Grandfather always said they waited for you to call for help. As long as I didn't I would be fine, I hoped at least, 'TREES!' I had made it to the tree line, the fog doesn't go into the trees never has for whatever weird reason. I ran in and found the herbs the doctor needed for the medicine to give my mother. I was hoping the fog would be gone by the time I was done but it wasn't, it was still right on the edge like when I had entered the trees. I stayed in the forest as I followed the tree line looking for the path. I found it a few minutes later after having to back track the other way and kept my eyes down so that I wouldn't lose it again.
I heard something and turned to look but there was nothing. I think they knew I was there, and were just waiting out of site for me to say something. I turned back the way I was going looking down at the path once more but tripped as I turned to look at another sound. "Ah! Ow…that hurt…" I groaned as I looked at my not bruised knee, I heard a few short footsteps and looked off to the side. A young man was now crouched beside me looking at me with eyes like I'd never seen, not that I'd seen anything like the rest of him either.
He had long and slightly wild orange hair, that's right orange, I can't really talk though I have blue hair I think that's probably weirder then orange. His skin seemed to be a sun-kissed tan though it was hard to tell in the dense fog. And his eyes, his eyes were shining like golden amber. But it also looked almost as is the fog itself was within them yet it did nothing to cloud them, it was mesmerizing and I found myself staring the pain in my knee gone, at least till he spoke. "You hurt little one?" His voice was so silky smooth and warm, it reminded me of creamy hot chocolate. He had a small smile but it didn't reach his eyes.
"I'm fine I don't need help of any kind." I told him standing wincing a bit as pain went through my knee. I brushed myself off and watched him carefully as he stood too. He was taller then me, of course I'm only ten and he's an adult so that makes sense. He's a bit taller then my mom though, like five ten maybe. "Grandfather told me of the monsters in the fog, I won't go with you anywhere." I scowled at him as fierce as I could.
"How harsh, calling me a monster." He put a hand over his heart acting as though he'd been hurt, "You know nothing of me little one. For all you know I could simply be a traveler." He suggested raising a brow as if to challenge me to prove him wrong.
"You have no bags or even a small pack, your clothes are too simple and light for traveling, and your eyes aren't normal. They shine with an unreal glow." I huffed at him as I started to limp away from him. I heard him laugh heartily and walk after me. "Go away." I growled under my breath.
"You've walked off the path again boy." He said amused and I looked down and cursed with some words I had heard older teens using. He was right I walked right off the path I looked around and back tracked a bit but couldn't find it again. "The fog messes with perception, you won't know where you are going till you get there or unless you watch your feet very carefully as you had been doing before." I growled at him and started walking in a random direction that wasn't towards him. "Now don't be like that, I'll lead you." He offered in a playful voice.
"Straight to my death I'm sure." I muttered playing Grandfather's stories over in my mind. I just kept walking and he annoyingly kept following after having a good chuckle. "Go away I don't want your so called 'help'."
"You believe in old wives tales too much, I'm not going to kill you." He told me dismissively.
"Sure because every killer says 'Oh would you like to come over to my house for a nice cup of poisoned tea, it's to die for'." He laughed again this time lighter then he had before more…real… "Find something funny?"
"You. I've never met a kid like you before. You're what ten, eleven years old and yet you know of and believe in what I am. You refused help instantly unlike other children who would gladly take it without a second thought. And you have quite the mouth on you, not to mention a good bit of wit." I turned to glare at him but couldn't quite do it when I saw his smile. It was different then before, it reached his eyes now and made them dance with amusement. It was a real smile not that fake polite thing he had before, it was more like…the smile of a small child now one that was truly happy. "You've beaten me I must admit, the game is up and you have won. Three more steps to the left of the way you were going and you'll be out of the fog." He motioned in the direction he was talking about. "Go before someone else comes along, they will not so willingly give up on one like you." I hesitantly took the three steps he told me and found myself looking at my house in awe. "If you ever find yourself lost in the fog, call on me, the one that will protect you." The man whispered in my ear in an older language that thankfully my grandfather saw fit to drill into my head for who knows what reason…maybe he knew these people speak it... I turned quickly but he wasn't there nor was the fog, it was completely gone.
"The one who will protect me?" I repeated in the more modern language, "Ichi …one… Go…guardian…is that how I'm to call him? Ichigo?" I couldn't help but wonder at what had just happened. I had met one of the so called monsters of the fog and yet here I was alive and back at my house…was he…was Ichigo really dangerous?
And there you have it…may or may not add more depending on the response I get, or I may hand it off to someone else as long as I'm kept in the loop with what they plan for the story. Originally it was going to be Grimmjow just running off and not listening to his grandfather's warnings but then I changed it to this, I felt it worked better this way.
Tell me what you think it's my first time writing a story like this, mysterious and such. Oh and here's the picture that this is somewhat based off of
wishsayer. /art/ Danger-within-the-Fog-444801038
just get rid of the spaces