A/N I really like this story and I am going to be writing more in it. Big thanks to the two reviewers that have deigned to comment on my story!
Also, to those who don't know, a Naga is a half snake that has the upper body of a human, lower body of a snake. The entire body is covered in scales and it has no hair. It is seen as luke warm blooded (at least in my opinion) and can be counted in the group that is Sea Snakes.
If anyone wants to leave comments on Mythical creatures to involve in my story, please do. If you can remind me about the small facts about the story, such as which compass point is which group and what they are called I would appreciate it greatly as I have forgotten most after I returned the boom to the library!
Ch.3 Dreams and Damned
I woke and shivered, my skin caressed by the cool morning breeze. My hair crackled with frost from being outside over night and my skin was cold to the touch. Grass around me was wet with the melted frost, small patches of it covering the area around me.
My house was about thirty feet away. The back yard was pretty well kept and I yawned.
My dream had been weird. I had gone to the beach and met a minotaur! It would have been cooler if I had met a naga, as the half snake half human creatures were my favorite myths. I grinned slightly as I realized that I had fallen asleep in my backyard after I had gotten back from the beach.
I unlocked the back door and smelt the delicious smells of bacon crisping and eggs frying. It seems Dad finally remembered that we needed food.
"Where have you been?" Dad questioned, not exactly curious, but trying to show interest in my life.
"I went to the beach and then met the neighbors two days ago. Yesterday I went to the beach again and then slept in the back yard."
"That's great. Finally showing an interest in the great outdoors?"
I grabbed a plate and got my own breakfast, knowing that it was a rhetorical question. Dad was already tapping away at his laptop.
I poured ketchup on top of the eggs and crunched through the tofu bacon as the eggs steeped in the tomato product. I was glad that dad remembered to get the vegetarian stuff this time. One time he had gotten – then served me – the stuff made from meat. I had refused to talk to him for a week.
The day moved forward as the others did, seeing me at the beach. There were a few others there this time. Some were obviously tourists, but I could see Connie in a group that consisted of her, Evelyn, George, a boy her age, and a younger boy.
They seemed to be fussing over something in the sand, but the wall of bodies blocked my view. I sat on the sand, as close as I dared, and listened to the small bits thrown to me.
"The... lemon... on..." Connie said, though the 'lemon' sounded as if it were part of a larger word.
"I can't..." Stated the younger boy, his voice loud compared to what Connie had said. Evelyn wrapped an arm around the kid and Connie glanced around, noticing that the small kid had probably been overheard.
I stared out at the water – making it look as though I had not been listening in – but I could feel her eyes gazing in my direction, narrowed and boring a hole into the left side of my face. Eventually the gaze slid away and I looked back.
The small boy had pulled a lighter out of his pocket and was lighting what looked like a wick on fire before Connie waved it out. She picked up whatever it was that they were gathered around and walked down the beach, hidden inside the human huddle.
I guess that the excitement for today was over. I may listen in and watch things when people overlook my presence but I was no spy. Near noon I left the beach, deciding to go into town and look at what the stores and such offered.
The old buildings rose to either side as I walked down the main street. There was a baker and a few small cafes, one seeming like an old teahouse. I noted the teahouse in my mind and walked on, eagerly taking in the stone facades that fronted all the houses near the center.
I eventually made my way out of town and looked across the scene in front of me. To my right was a forest with a light road stretching through. The left was filled with farmlands that seemed to end in a moor. I chose to head to the forest.
The wind picked up as I entered, rustling the trees. I sighed deeply and smiled. Nature was my kind of place.
Small animals skitted around the area and through the branches above me. Birds chirped and whistled while I walked, seeming to encourage me on. The trees rustled constantly, giving a nice sound to the late summer day.
I left the road eventually and walked on, finding areas that seemed to be traversed often by humans, as the paths held shoe prints. The bushes snagged at my clothes and seemed to pull me back, intent on not letting me through. I pushed on – heedless – and found myself near a ravine.
It started a little to the left but went on far and deep to the right. Now this was the place! There could be tons of lost stuff down here. Old pieces of treasure that had been lost long ago. Animals that had never been seen before!
Okay, I have to admit I'm getting a little ahead of myself there. What could possibly be that unknown in Hescombe?
I walked down the small crack in the earth and marveled at the surfaces surrounding me. Vines latticed their way up the heightening rock faces and small dwarf trees grew from the inhospitable rock. One in particula reminded me of a full sized tree, even the leaves being small.
I walked further and came into a canyon type area. Rocks littered the ground around me and the sky openened above, fringed by trees. I gasped at the wonder of it all. In the distance I could hear the normal forest sounds, but here it was as if the world was holding it's breath.
I walked further and my wonderment grew. There were caves in the rock face that seemed to moan and ones that seemed to whistle, while others were completely silent.
I was about to enter one of the caves and see if I could find some of the treasure I had come in search of when I had come down here when a hand on my shoulder spun me around. A woman with long golden hair and an angelic face confronted me with a frown and a glare.
"What are you doing here? Are you from the Sociey?" She seemed panicked and had a tinge of hope in her voice, as if I was the answer to her prayer.
"I'm sorry, what Society?" Her eyes narrowed and took me in.
"You looked the type, but get out." Venom now laced her words as she shoved me all the way to the entrance of the canyon area glaring daggers at me the whole time.
"Why can't I meet someone normal for once?" I mumbled to myself after she had stalked away.
I wasn't going to leave without my treasure, though.
Also, as a treat to Angelmail - who reviewed both of my previous chapters and will most likely be reading this – I have written at least two chapters that will be going up right now, at the same time! Ch 5 is also being written as I speak... To myself... Because I don't have a great companion to talk to...