Hello again, I am writing again now that I have a few ideas going around inside of my head. This is the fifth day, if I remember correctly, of Karma's trial. Enjoy! Review with any thoughts, comments, and/or things that I am a little sketchy on that you would like me to fix. Or message me if you find any of your complaints too profane to see on the review page.
italics = thoughts
Me: As much as I love HTTYD-
Karma: He owns nothing!
Me: (stares angrily) Glint, take your friend outside!
(Glint comes in, picks him up and walks away)
Me: Yeah, thats right! Take that!
I had was somewhat tolerant of opening my right eye in the morning and seeing just how twisted fate is. The infection was starting to seep out of the corner of my eye in greasy blobs of yellow liquid, which I would wipe out with my large supply of leaves. The pain itself no longer came in quick and infrequent bursts, but in a slow and steady throb like someone had gored me with a spoon and didn't feel like pulling it back out. We hadn't confined ourselves to Glint's cave today; I had energy to burn and nothing but time, besides my eye would have gotten worse if we hadn't come down.
I sat on a boulder at the edge of the shore, staring at the odd reflection my eye gave to my whole demeanor. If I smiled, my whole aura looked evil and mischievous. If I glared, the air around me seemed to hold its breath. Anything I did with my eyepatch off looked dark and sinister! I brushed away at the puss in my eye before strapping the patch back on, and tried my facial expressions again at the water. When smiling, I looked calm and relaxed. Glaring looked just like a regular, plain old malicious stare with no demonic undertone. I dare say that I liked myself better with "the slit" hidden, it just made me feel like a more enjoyable person (weird that I would think that about myself).
Glint came in through the palms, waddling his odd waddle, carrying today's breakfast. He held the fish up to me, as if he wasn't sure where to drop it, and I took it with both hands. It bothered me that he barely ever brought a fish for himself, he'd always come with one and stare at me hypnotically until I ate it. I had used the fishing pole yesterday to catch dinner, but Glint had brought in his catch anyway and seemed genuinely hurt that I was eating my own fish (I never could get a fire going to cook it seeing as I had lost my flint now too). Crazy thing! What's the difference from the food I get myself and his food he gets for me?
I took a deep bite into the thick belly of the fish, savoring at the juiciness of the meat, Wait savoring? The texture was the same, even the taste wasn't that different, the only difference was that now I knew how to move my teeth just right to cut through the grain and extract flavors that I didn't know were there. Some sort of acquired taste I guess, I thought to myself as I swallowed and took another bite, Glint watching intently with those eyes of his (you know what I mean). When I was done I threw the bones and other undesirable leftovers into the sea, before brushing the sand and dirt off myself.
"Come on Glint, let's go do some exploring." I said childishly, there was nothing better to do. I wondered just how much Glint could understand me; he'd never given me a reason to believe that he could understand anything I said, but he seemed pretty darn perceptive to what I was doing all the time. We made our way through the first ring of the island, the outer edge with the palms spread out, and started into the small jungle that covered the center. I was surprised at how big the jungle seemed, the knowledge that this island was only a mile or two around only made me feel smaller.
I was getting pretty good at keeping my balance with only one eye, I could still be better at it but at least I didn't trip on everything now. The trees were rather thick in foliage, I could barely see the blue of the sky shining through the canopy in glimmering little dots. The trees weren't extremely tall, but still tall enough that I had to crane my neck to see their tops. There was only some ground life other than the thick beeches, some yellowish green grass and a few ferns growing at some tree bases, everything else was just sticks, dead leaves, and most of all dirt. I didn't avoid dry twigs like my last excursion; if anything was dangerous here, the trees were wide enough that Glint could probably fly away with me . . . probably.
I should have heard the snapping of sticks, except I was mistaking them for my own foot steps and Glint's beside me. I should have noticed the little growls from the forest, the little groans Glint would give as if to say "come on, lets get out of here". Glint stopped moving, I couldn't tell by sight for he was on my right side, and growled. Oh hush! I thought before turning around.
It's funny that a friend will warn you about something before it happens, but a best friend will tell you about it as it's happening; quite a difference between the two. I wasn't exactly scared of Terrible Terrors, they were by no means big enough, but I knew full well what they could do in packs. It was a funny story: the village had run completely dry on rats and mice, the Terrors were known for eating them, so they got really hungry. As a fun joke, I had left dad's boots in the fish barrel overnight and given them back in the morning (I have no clue as to how he didn't catch a whiff of the smell). Dad needed a new pair of boots after that . . . and socks . . .
This is definitely a big group, I decided. They were everywhere, the ground, the trees, and any other surface that could hold them! Most where hissing, some even blowing little darts of flame that would extinguish long before reaching the target, and flashing their assorted colors mainly green and orange. They surrounded us like a bubble, never getting closer than ten feet in any direction. What did they want? I didn't peg Terrors as territorial because they never acted as such at home, maybe it's a wild thing. Wild instinct or not, it didn't matter because they charged.
A hundred little squawks rang out as the Terrors in the trees dived through the air, while the ground force scuttled into action. Their little nibbles at my bare flesh felt like a thousand blunted needles digging in crescent moon patterns all across my skin. I cried out when one particularly bold Terror latched its teeth onto my nose, others going so far as my ears and cheeks. I flailed my arms madly and was rewarded with a few of them flying off, but the others crunched down harder. Their scaly bodies bounced up and down as I ran around in circles, yelling and squealing like a little girl, trying to get the little buggers off! They weren't even attacking Glint; he was just laying there lazily, and watching with an amused look.
"Some friend you are-ow get off, get-get getoff!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, but the little guys just wouldn't listen! I resorted to swatting now, nocking some of the Terrors, none too gently, off. Not so tough now are you! I can do this all day and I- I froze my flailing when I noticed the stares of ones I'd knocked off, almost like they were crying but without the tears. Don't give me that! You guys brought this on yourselves by attacking me! I thought at them while glaring accordingly; they continued their tearless gaze. Their eyes looked just too darn BIG, like they were saying "we were just playing". One by one the little cling-ons relaxed their jaws and unclenched their teeth, dropping from my body before scurrying away dejectedly. You guys acting like you didn't expect me to get mad. Learned your lesson? It felt weird thinking that. It was almost like my role had been reversed; like they were the pranksters and I was the adult telling them off. I felt sick as I realized that, like a good ol' punch to the abdominals. Why does it hurt so much?
I turned and started to walk back to my boulder, my shoulders slumped as I tried to figure out this pain in my insides. It wasn't so much a sharp throbbing pain like something had been cut and was bleeding, it was more of a dull churning within my gut; like I was falling and rising at the same time with a stomach ache and hunger thrown in the blend. It didn't feel good to say the least; it wasn't a pain to kill me but to make me hate living. What could it possibly be? I heard Glint trotting up beside me, always on my right side what's with that?
I returned to my little rock on the beach, the fishing pole leaning up against it. I absentmindedly picked it up, and cast hard out into early afternoon the sea. The first catch came with ease, just how stupid were fish? I cast again, letting my mind wander around the wrenching feeling in my gut. Was I sick, then why would I have felt that way the moment those little things gave me that look? I tugged in my line and cast again, a new tug came almost instantly. How much did I hurt them? This must have been the day for fish, because I hauled in another. Glint was starting to watch me curiously as I just kept stewing on the rock, punctuating the end of each old thought by reeling in my catch and casting out with each new muse. I stirred from my stupor at the realization that I now had huge a pile of fish too long out of water to put back. Me and my sprees! I reprimanded myself, What am I supposed to do with all this?
I offered the fish to Glint and he ate some, and I ate one for lunch, which left six big, fat cod that neither of us would eat. I hated to let food spoil (a habit of being a viking), but I didn't want to eat much of it either (a habit of being a Haddock). Then a thought dawned on me: if those Terrors had acted so hungry, then they wouldn't refuse some fresh fish. While they were distracted with eating, I would high-tail it back to the beach before they could attack me again. It was perfect! Now, how to get the fish to them? I schemed; I didn't have a basket or pack to carry them in, and I sure as heck wasn't going to carry them (too dangerous). I thought back to home, how did the fisherman carry their fish? I remembered them with a board and their fish strung up on it by their gills. I'll just hang them on a stick!
Glint's head pivoted to follow my movement as I ran across the shoreline until I found a stick straight and thick enough to support the six cod. I returned with a walking stick sized piece of dark driftwood, and started hooking the fish onto its shaft by flipping out their gills like a hook. By the time I had maneuvered all six of the fish onto my makeshift carrier it was bowing down with weight. I cackled at my cleverness before lifting the wooden fish-holder by both ends, Glint was now giving me the "whatever, your just crazy" look. I gave him the "yeah that's right" smirk and nod, as I sported the fish rack out in front of me as I speed padded through the trees. I made it through the first ring of trees and was now cautiously, yet briskly, sneaking through the mini-jungle, the fish flopping and smacking against my legs as I went.
I made it back to the spot where the previous skirmish had taken place, the tribe of Terrors wasn't there. Great, their gone! I came all this way, and they aint even here! In all truth they were there, but I couldn't see them. Only a few scuttled out at first, cautiously strutting across the earth as they wore the best poker faces I'd ever seen (more like game faces because poker doesn't exist yet). I unattached the first fish from my cargo pole and let it thump to the ground a few feet in front of me, and their little big eyes darted from me to the meal. Finally one made a move, an orange and white one, and warily took a bite from under the cod's neck. It chewed like a cat that has too much in its mouth and eventually swallowed, I wondered how that huge rolling bulge would fit inside its stomach, and, as if they were cleared against poison, the other few lunged into a frenzy of action. Before I knew it the whole clearing was full of them, Terrors were creeping out of the woodwork I swear, and scampering towards me hungry vigor. I lost my cool and tipped the rest of the fish out onto the ground; I had planned to get in and drop off then get out, I was in I had now dropped off, and now to get out really fast. And leave I did, being careful not to step on the little things, while going as fast as I could. I ducked behind as many trees as possible in an attempt to shake any Terrors that might have followed me, I leaned out on the left side of my current hiding spot, eyeing the open woods with my uncovered eye. None were following me, they were more just squeaking over the fish I had left as a decoy.
I stayed low as I stepped through the woods, not wanting to risk anything seeing me and following. I don't care how harmless dad says Terrors are after you feed them! I only relaxed when I reached the beach; Glint was still there, if dragons had eyebrows, his were raised as he watched me slink over and sit back down on my rock. I watched the sun as it sunk across the sky, contemplating the feeling that I had felt after this morning's incident only to realize that it was no longer there . . .
Sorry my dear readers that there is no split story back at Berk this time, but my mind honestly went blank. Yes, for the first time, Karma has experienced deep remorse if you hopefully have guessed. I've felt like that only once or twice in my whole life, and remarkably it was over similarly simple things. I will not tell you for fear that it will ruin the mood that I have spent so long generating . . . by making you burst out laughing . . . don't ask. However do review, I still am experiencing a slight writer's block and would appreciate an idea of two to fester inside my crazed mind. Mwahahaha!
Karma: Gods that didn't feel good at all!
Me: well if you don't like it, press the review button.
Karma: I can't, I'm fictional!
Me: -sigh- will you readers please press the button for Karma?
-Glint does his convincing eyes-
