Hey everyone! Yes, I'm still working. Its just been hard to work with trying to remember. Plus I've been waiting for Sunday to come up, being Sean's and, being as I don't have one, my birthday and all. Anyway, this chapter is about me "getting to" India's capital up the....well you can read the title...Well, enjoy and review!
Chapter 11 Yamuna River
I stayed there still......I was really.....different now. Having seen someone and loosing them. But I knew I had to move on. I turned around, but stopped. I saw lights....no.....fire. Small patches of fire in mid-air. I wasn't afraid, I had no need to be. As it got closer, I knew what it was. It was the Indians. They came toward me. In their hands were little....boats with flames on them. I stood there, my head down. They passed me and stopped at the water. I turned around, making sure my tail didn't hit anyone, and looked at what they were doing. The sat the boats down and gave them a slight push. The boats took sail and started outward toward the sea.
It was confusing, but I didn't care at the point. I looked over my shoulder and saw the translator and chief walking toward me. The chief stood at my right, the translator on the left.
"This....is a tribute to those lost....the flames guide the spirits to there home...." the translator said. I understood this. One of the Indians stopped in front of me, holding out one of the "guide boats" to me. I took it in my top hands. He moved to the side. Knowing what I should do, I went up to the water, bent down and let the boat go, its flame dancing as it set off. I stood up and took off Dango's hat, placing it where my heart was. My fronds moved near my eyes, showing that the wind was taking the guide's their way. I looked up at the stars. It was night now. I figured this out for myself. Maybe.........ehh....what was I thinking....but....maybe that's where you go when you die......oh.....I'm getting so mushy now, forget what I said.
After a moment, I placed the hat back on and turned to the others. "I'm sorry about all this....but...." I said. "We understand...you must go...." the translator said. "Yeah......I...need to get into a town....city...." I said. ".....There is the city of Delhi...." the translator informed me. Good.....a city. "If....its not to much trouble....can you tell me where it is?" I asked. ".....In your eyes....we can see that you have lost someone....." the translator said, surprising me. "....Y...yeah" I said, shakily. ".....There is a river that leads into Delhi....if you wish, we can take you up the river of the Sun God's daughter " he said.
A river? Interesting......hardly seen any of those........might be a good experience. "If its not too much trouble...." I said. "Very well......we'll prepare a raft in the morning" he said. I could now see that the others were returning to their home. "....Ok....I'll be here...." I said, looking out to the sea. He nodded and slowly headed off with the chief.
I sighed, laying down on my stomach and crossing my first pair of hands, which I placed my head on. I has more courage in me now to continue, but I was still saddened by my loss. Maybe sleep was the answer. My eyes looked to my left side, but back to stars. When I looked at them, it makes me remember the time me and Dango spent. Boy he was a smart fella. I wonder what his girl friend would think if he knew. I almost forgot. That's how I can show Dango that I'm a good friend.....I can find her and get her home too. "Ehh".
I shook my head, trying to get rid of the thought, I would only have sad thoughts. Bu still, it was fun with him....it.....really....really....was....
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I had fallen asleep, not caring for what was around me. Thoughts raced thought my mind but.....since I had so many, I couldn't get a fix on one. It was ok through, I knew I wouldn't be able to dream.
I still felt the coolness of the waves brushing my scales. It was ok, it was like a smooth hand brushing me, telling me everything's alright.
The thought was erased as I felt something on my tail. I moved my head in the sand, but then got it up. I opened one of my eyes, but then quickly shut it. I picked up my top left hand, shaking the sand off it first, then held it about my eyes, then opened them.
The sun was out, shinning on me. My eyes were sensitive about the sun, so it hurt a bit when I suddenly went from black to light. Anyhow, as soon as I got use to the light, I looked around. The calm sound of waves and the trees was what I could hear. I closed my eyes and put a smile on my face as the sweat wind passed me, this calmness is what I could've used when I was a scarer.
I was interrupted again as my tail was yet again touched. I looked at the back of my body and slowly lifted my tail into view. Trailing on it was a hermit crab. I've seen'em before in a kids room, we were told about many pets. "Get off" I said in my wake up voice, one Fungus is familiar with. I whip lashed my tail from side to side, making the crab fling off into the water.
My tail was already bruised enough, didn't need any unexpected visitors. I yawned, then slowly got myself up to my normal height. I stretched out, cracked my knuckles, and moved my neck. I brushed the sand off my scales, fronds, taking Dango's hat off for a second, and my tail. I would annoy me later on if I didn't. "Aww heck" I said, placing the hat back on. I took a step back and jumped into the water. The fresh water washed over me, removing the sand and at the same time gave me a good wake up call. After a second of two, I got up from the water. I brushed my fronds back, as they were in my face at the time. I saw Dangos hat near me. I grabbed it and squeezed the water out of it and placed it back on my head. I enjoyed the water while I could. After about 5 minutes or so, I got out of the water and back onto the sand. I felt good. I should get a pool when I get a house one day......if I can that is.
I looked around, seeing if any of the Indians were around. None. Guess they were still preparing the raft. Guess I should find out what they are doing. I walked up the sand and into the ground of the forest. The temperature changed to me. I could feel it. Probably because of the tree's tops covering the sky. I didn't matter. I made sure of my surroundings. I didn't want to get attacked by some wild animal. By memory, I found the place.
In the middle, they were packing together wood with what seemed to be vines. Yep a raft. Primitive, but it was the best to offer. Then again, I've never been on one before. I moved over to it to get a closer look. The chief was talking to some of the workers, the translator noticed me and came over, probably was waiting for me.
"The raft is ready....Two of my fisherman will take you up the river" the translator said. "....Why do you guy's call it the Sun God's daughter river?" I asked, interested. "The river is named after the Sun God's daughter.....when you dip into the river, you are not tormented with the fear of death" he told me. Interesting......well....everyone is afraid of death one way or another....as for me well....ehh...I shouldn't be bothered by a belief....
"...Thanks....I think" I said. I saw the workers of the raft spread out, taking pride in their work. It may be primitive, but then again, it did take allot of work. I saw the chief congratulate them. Hmph, that reminded me of how my work wasn't appreciated. I worked my tail off to make that machine for Waternoose and he gives me a simple "Well done my boy, exactly what I've been hoping for". Yeah, he did give me a little appreciation, but it was a lie, just like what he promised me. Sheeesh. I couldn't watch this.
I tilted my head to the side, looking at the ground, to avoid what I was seeing. I then saw a shadow overcast the ground I was looking at. I switched my head to look at what was blocking it, and saw the chief with a smile on his face. "Yeah...you guys did a nice job" I said, about to cross my arms. That is before he embraced me. Thanks to his father...Hehe...large exterior, and strong arms, he was rather suffocating me rather than showing me he was pleased. "Uh....I...Yeah yeah....you can uh....let me down" I tried to say, noticing I was also of the ground. He let go off me as I took in air. At least he let me breath, unlike that purple fur pile!
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Skipping over some of the non-essential things. I and two of the Indians were dragging the raft to the river. That's when I got a good look at it. Beautiful. Crystal water. It was calm, very calm, didn't seem like any rapids of any kind around it. Some kind of bird was also there. Remembering back to school, perish the thought, I remembered what it was called. A flamingo. One of those long legged birds with long necks as well.
They didn't seem all that violent. I looked to my side to see the Indians already had the raft in the water. I stepped onto it, feeling how firm it was. One of the Indians had two pots in his hands, this contained some food and other things. The other one had a long, yet thin, stick. He stuck it into the ground and pushed. This made our raft move out into the river.
It was quite an experience for me. I've never seen a river before. And taking a raft down one outta go on my list for "Things I've never done before until now". I saw some flamingo's rush past us to get flight. It made me look down into the water. I could see my face from the reflection, a little shaky due to ripple's our raft were causing.
Seeing myself once again brought back more memories. I remembered back to the time before I became a scarer. I remembered by brother. He was the only family I had. The day before I became a scarer, he disappeared. It hurt me deeply. I had not idea what happened to him. He loved me too much to leave. He wouldn't have left me, especially since of what I told him. We then knew we had parents. I knew I did. But were they dead? That's the conclusion I came to. If my brother liked me, my parents had to have loved us.
I was about three when I was placed into an orphanage. I waited everyday for my parents to come and find me. Hmph, yeah right. They were dead, I had to live with it. What I couldn't live with is that I never knew them, neither did my brother. I always thought what life would've been like if they had kept us, hadn't left us. Ehh....I'm just wondering again, just like I did looking into that window in Japan. If I can't have my parents, fine, I will still have to fell the pain. But I do have a brother. Whatever it takes, I'm gonna find him. One of the things Waternoose didn't know, that I didn't tell him, is that most of the money I would acquire from the SE would be used to find my brother. The reason I didn't tell Waternoose is because...well for some reason, at that time, Randolph felt like he wanted distance between me and Waternoose. Now, I know. Randolph was to make the extractor. He was trying to protect me from Waternoose's trickery. He must've refused and.....no....my brother couldn't dead. As the thought raced in my head now, I knew I couldn't live if I knew my brother was dead. He was alive somewhere, and I'll find him.....somehow.
My thoughts perished when my face rippled too much in the water. I shook my head to disperse the thought. I laid down on my back, making sure Dango's hat didn't fall off. And looked at the sky. I could see some of the flamingo's flying around. I tore away from my thoughts and looked around.
The air was fresh here. Being in a city and a factory, air like this didn't come around. I took a deep breath and then breathed out. I looked to my left and saw a waterfall, its top at a high elevated area of the forest. I placed, my hands behind my back and placed them on the raft. I used them to pull the top part of my body up from the raft and looked.
Water running down rocks, mixing together with the plants of the forest. Having hardly seen one, especially in the human world, I had to take interest.
Now that I think about it, I'm seeing and learning allot. I'm now confident in saying humans aren't toxic. I had the theory in the back of my head ever since I first learned of Humans and Scarers. Besides if they were toxic, I would be a pile of mush right about now. Nobody believed me when I told humans aren't toxic, but as always I'm stubborn, so I stuck to it. Hmph, when I get back home.....well I know Sullivan must have totally made a fool of me by now.....but when I get back home, I would laugh at the looks of my old teachers if they saw me today, and knew about my findings. Hehe...the first monster, which happens to be reptilian, was thrown into the Human World against his will, only to come back and prove everyone wrong.
......Na.....I just wanna get home and fix everything, piece together my now shattered life. Then again as I looked at the flowing river, I began to feel a hurt in my heart again. What happened if I did get back home? My dream of being, and staying, Top Scarer was smashed to pieces. My goal of breaking old man McDonald's record was gone. My respect and consideration had turned into humiliation and despiseness. Sullivan probably already broke the record. Him and Wazowski are probably gloating about it too, showing it in my face, not literally of course. But I had to go home.....
Its where I belong.......isn't it?
That question stuck to me. I'm not sure if I ever belonged. Aside from my brother, no one else really treated me like "one of the pack". Like an outsider. After all, I've tried attempts to kill myself when I was young. Death was an escape, at least to me.
That's why I don't want to go with that translator's legend of this river. I don't fear death, but if from enemies then yes, on the contrary I.....eh......I'm getting too far out here.
Anyhow the ride was pleasant, nothing rough at all. I was a little impatient with how long this was gonna take. But I kept cool. I didn't want to start off yelling and then stressing my self with worries.
The ride was about ten minutes in before I got a little thirsty. I looked down at the water rippling to the side of me. "....What they hey" I whispered, taking Dango's had off my head. I dipped it into the water and using it as if like a soup bowl, I drank its containments then placed it back on my head. Having many thoughts at the time, which had a small headache coming on, placing the now cold hat on my head helped.
"Well at least Dango will have no fear of Death...." I whispered to myself.
It was awhile before I noticed a change. The forest around us became a grass plain. I grinned my teeth, as I saw some people along the shallows of the river. They seemed to be less primitive than these guys. Fully clothed, clay made pots. Ok, I could just tell they were less primitive.
Well to be more exact, the female humans had clay pots in their hands as the male's had long pointed sticks. However I noticed they had sharpened rocks at the end. A spear no doubt. The men seemed silent.
I could see our "pole man" had stopped moving the boat. I was a little annoyed, but I figured that I should see what they were waiting for.
I turned back to the male. He waited. In a split second later, he slammed the stick into the water and just as quickly pulled it out. Pierced in the belly was some kind of fish. The male cheered for a second, giving out a smile, then placed the fish in the clay pot the female was holding.
"Fishing...." I said. Never done it before. I've seen it, Fungus watched it sometimes when we came home late, which was mostly during the time of the SE.
We continued down the river. No one took a glance at me luckily. I was thankful for that. Apparently I couldn't see this Delia. I figured I should get a little more shut eye. My eyes, as bad as they are now thanks to that shovel woman, needed rest. I could tell this would be a LONG ride.
I placed Dango's hat over my head and laid down on the raft and closed my eyes.
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Yeah, I was still a little down about my friend being gone. But I had to push on. Didn't forget him through....Anyway, I had a couple flashbacks here and there. But all in all, it'll take me a little while to finish the next chapter. Hopefully, Sean'll hold you till then. See ya later!