It has been well over a year since I've updated this story
Midnight Revived:
Chapter 4: Feast
Thoughts flooded through Ewans young mind as the battered fishing boat glided further through the tortured chasm. Thoughts of fresh air and the lightening from the island of Idjit above and about how, even if he wasn't discovered, he would manage to ever escape its core. His thoughts, still cluttered with the current situation, began to roll back trying to recall if anyone in the history of Idjit had ever made reference to such a structure lying with in the islands depths. The answer that echoed back from within his mind of course was no, not a single Abaration soul had ever mentioned it. How could something as imposing as this go unnoticed? How could someone not have dared to venture into the whirlpool above and take claim to such a discovery? Surely there must be some curious and ambitious explorer out there clever enough to crack this mystery?
Podering, Ewan lay, his ribcage flattened to the damp base of the boat, as thoughts of his fate with whatever being lied in wait for him encircled his brain.
Suddenly there came a loud splash from outside his refuge, a splash that caused water to upsurge into the boat. Not wanting to betray his "non existence" Ewan kept perfectly still, barely uttering a breath. Silence. He breathed a little easier now, relaxed his tensed muscles when another splash bought another considerable amount of water aboard his craft. With great apprehension Ewan bought himself up to a crawl position and peeked overboard to witness the cause of water influx. Nothing. Calm smooth waters appeared to his eyes, although a bit murky there was nothing moving within their depths, he was sure of it. Then out of the corner of his eye he caught a bright movement, almost snakelike, breaking up the calm flow of the stream. Fish was Ewans initial thought, but as another shape squirmed in the water, and then another he once again returned to a state of despair.
Before Ewan could surmise what was taking place, it seemed that dozens of these snaking forms began to appear around him newly alerted to his presence. He slammed his body back against the bottom of the boat, cursing to himself for not staying still and moving against his original plan. Obviously his movement had made these fish of some type (though he had never seen fish like this) become highly agitated. They began thrashing against the wood causing Ewan to whimper in great fear. He had never witnessed such predatory fish before. He closed his eyes and began to pray, pray for safety, pray that some hand from the heavens interject and carry him away to safety. Unfortunately for Ewan whatever being lied in the heavens was focused on other events in the Abarat this day and his prayers went unheard.
The smashing din that went on outside the boat halted, and Ewan still with eyes closed, heard an electrical sound, almost, well almost like lightening. Indeed a sound he knew too well. His eyes squeaked open and to his horrific fascination a figure he had once deemed as a fish, was slithering over the boats edge. Ewan was frozen with a terror he had never known for this object to him was unnamable. Not in all his imagination could he have guessed what type of creature it was. It sat there, featureless and wormlike, but yet with some sort of intelligence, and appeared to be watching him. It began to move in a menacing manner as if to entail the best angle at which to strike, but it did nothing. Ewan sat trembling, his eyes searching for some type of weapon but he had none. By this time several other forms, some similar in wormlike fashion, others quite like lightening, had joined over the edge of the boat, but none advanced further.
Ewan was encircled and the situation was at a stalemate so to speak. Suddenly from the base of his skull Ewan began to feel a throb, a small pain that began to swarm to the rest of his head. The snaking forms began to get brighter, almost energized and as they did so the pain in Ewans head intensified two fold. The boy began to twitch in the bottom of the drenched boat. The pain was excruciating now. He turned his head upwards and the figures began to grow larger. More pain. He could barely stand it anymore; he began to scream from the ever increasing pressure. When he looked up again the snaking figures had changed, or rather was changing. They grew larger and the pain increased. Ewan begged for the pain to stop, he begged to be let go. Through the blurriness of pain his eyes suddenly showed him, not the simple slithering forms, but the very horrors transformed into unspeakable terror that no young boy should ever bear witness to.
Screams echoed throughout the caverns under Idjit then suddenly they came to a halt. The ravens flocked around the banks of the stream, their squawks taking up the empty space left behind by ceasing shrieks. The tiny red boat that had been gliding around aimlessly now caught the intense interest of the carnivorous birds. Some perched along its edge judging the perfect spot to begin gorging a new, while the faster birds got to the finest selections first. All in all the birds seemed to ultimately, in their points of view, benefit from their master's resurgence.