Catholicism - Saga of Next Generation - Red Turtle
Last night I had dreamt of something very silly. It involved being a pet bird in a cage. I was all bird, no turtle or human parts. I could sing, more so than in real life, because we Kiticha are not known for our vocal ability. The whole dream I spent singing and hopping on perches, eating seeds and pecking at shiny objects. It was the best dream I had ever had.
We believe that dreams mean something. I woke up thinking it meant that some happiness was going to come my way. Now I don't know what to think of it.
I'm not likely to be imprisoned, the way those monsters went after us. And if I were I don't think I'd enjoy it.
Really a cat eating me up as a bird dream would have been much more appropriate. Especially since it was a cat that ate up my brother. A giant cat, sort of a tiger crossed with human, but something even more. Kind of like us. We're birds, crossed with humans and then something else added in.
And for all I have been through, it has only resulted in the loss of two of my loved ones. Here these poor cousins have lost the entire family.
I don't even know how many were in our family. I certainly didn't know they're foxes in it. I was quite surprised to see the fox bodies in the house, and then this female fox cousin seems to be defiantly related to us. She introduced herself as Raphael's daughter. But she doesn't look like a turtle at all. The way she related to her turtle brother though, I'm pretty sure she isn't adapted. If I didn't know better I would swear they were twins.
I had also not realized that our family was of the ninja persuasion. To see how my cousins approached it was obvious they had studied this art. And inside the house we had seen strong evidence of the practice, weapons, outfits, pictures, books, ect. My one uncle, I'm pretty sure, was just a scientist. And when my father asked us to help find the killer, well, that just seemed like a natural family response to a murder like that, not some honorable revenge. He didn't say anything about becoming a ninja to do it. Not that we cared at the time anyway, but you think some one would have mentioned it. It's a very strange thing to learn about ones' family.
I'm vaguely wondering if any of their ninja activities is what led to this slaughter of our family. But, at this point, I am thrown in with them. The ones behind this saw fit to kill my mother and brother regardless of our affiliation with this family, and they will surely kill Judaism and me as well if they catch us. So we are cast into this fate.
This fate involves now following our cousins to where they say the ones responsible live. There's no hope of actually getting revenge for anything, its unlikely we will do much damage based on what I have already witnessed of the enemy. But we will try. Our cousins have their ninja training to aid them, and Judaism and I have our natural abilities, flying and clawing.
We move stealthily through the forest. I'm not sure why, I don't think the element of surprise will help much here. It seems like an eternity before we come across a dark warehouse type building. From there we go to the roof, they climb almost as quickly as we fly. There is no sign of movement.
They dip into an opening in the roof, and we follow. Its sort of an air duct. We emerge very quickly into a large, empty room. An almost empty room. There is a large computer on one side, and a very large and frightening picture on the other. While the others brace themselves and search for an enemy presence in the room, I stare at the picture. I figure out that it is an enlarged close up photo of uncle Don being shot to pieces. That is really, really awful.
What kind of freaks are we dealing with?
The very big and silent kind that stride into the room and fling my cousins into a wall. The kind with very sharp claws and very large teeth that are now poised at my brother's neck, having effortlessly restrained him with one paw.
"We're running out of ways to kill you guys", the giant tiger thing sneers at him.
To be continued.
Last night I had dreamt of something very silly. It involved being a pet bird in a cage. I was all bird, no turtle or human parts. I could sing, more so than in real life, because we Kiticha are not known for our vocal ability. The whole dream I spent singing and hopping on perches, eating seeds and pecking at shiny objects. It was the best dream I had ever had.
We believe that dreams mean something. I woke up thinking it meant that some happiness was going to come my way. Now I don't know what to think of it.
I'm not likely to be imprisoned, the way those monsters went after us. And if I were I don't think I'd enjoy it.
Really a cat eating me up as a bird dream would have been much more appropriate. Especially since it was a cat that ate up my brother. A giant cat, sort of a tiger crossed with human, but something even more. Kind of like us. We're birds, crossed with humans and then something else added in.
And for all I have been through, it has only resulted in the loss of two of my loved ones. Here these poor cousins have lost the entire family.
I don't even know how many were in our family. I certainly didn't know they're foxes in it. I was quite surprised to see the fox bodies in the house, and then this female fox cousin seems to be defiantly related to us. She introduced herself as Raphael's daughter. But she doesn't look like a turtle at all. The way she related to her turtle brother though, I'm pretty sure she isn't adapted. If I didn't know better I would swear they were twins.
I had also not realized that our family was of the ninja persuasion. To see how my cousins approached it was obvious they had studied this art. And inside the house we had seen strong evidence of the practice, weapons, outfits, pictures, books, ect. My one uncle, I'm pretty sure, was just a scientist. And when my father asked us to help find the killer, well, that just seemed like a natural family response to a murder like that, not some honorable revenge. He didn't say anything about becoming a ninja to do it. Not that we cared at the time anyway, but you think some one would have mentioned it. It's a very strange thing to learn about ones' family.
I'm vaguely wondering if any of their ninja activities is what led to this slaughter of our family. But, at this point, I am thrown in with them. The ones behind this saw fit to kill my mother and brother regardless of our affiliation with this family, and they will surely kill Judaism and me as well if they catch us. So we are cast into this fate.
This fate involves now following our cousins to where they say the ones responsible live. There's no hope of actually getting revenge for anything, its unlikely we will do much damage based on what I have already witnessed of the enemy. But we will try. Our cousins have their ninja training to aid them, and Judaism and I have our natural abilities, flying and clawing.
We move stealthily through the forest. I'm not sure why, I don't think the element of surprise will help much here. It seems like an eternity before we come across a dark warehouse type building. From there we go to the roof, they climb almost as quickly as we fly. There is no sign of movement.
They dip into an opening in the roof, and we follow. Its sort of an air duct. We emerge very quickly into a large, empty room. An almost empty room. There is a large computer on one side, and a very large and frightening picture on the other. While the others brace themselves and search for an enemy presence in the room, I stare at the picture. I figure out that it is an enlarged close up photo of uncle Don being shot to pieces. That is really, really awful.
What kind of freaks are we dealing with?
The very big and silent kind that stride into the room and fling my cousins into a wall. The kind with very sharp claws and very large teeth that are now poised at my brother's neck, having effortlessly restrained him with one paw.
"We're running out of ways to kill you guys", the giant tiger thing sneers at him.
To be continued.