Post by Myrah on Sept 15, 2016 15:41:35 GMT -5
Myrah had snuck away from the others once again, off to try and solve the mystery of the strange force that allowed Land-Swimmers to visit the depths of the lake. The strange place wasn't very far from her home, and visits from the humans were rather rare. It was as if only few knew about the place.
She swam slowly, feeling the strange force. She wondered what the human's called the thing. It had been a long time since the last visitor and she wondered why. She knew that every year there would be a few months with no visitors as all, but this year it was even longer. No one had came to visit since the night of screams, when there were a lot of explosions and screams, and she had watched, hidden, from the lake wondering what was going on. It had seemed like a war of sorts, but she knew little about war, mostly just from the stories the elders of the tribe told the young guppies like herself.
She had reached the highest point, she would call it the top if it didn't seem round, and looked down from above at the strange things the humans had left in there. Most of the things were used to sit or put stuff on, she had determined, but there were other small objects too. A strange rectangle that humans would open and stare at for hours, A large feather they would rub against a really thin rectangle to make strange symbols. A large bag, filled with other strange things that she would love to look at. She stared, longing for a way to communicate with the strange land-swimmers. That was when she spotted something interesting. It was long, and thin, and made of wood. It was one of those things the humans usually carried around at the school. She swam down and picked the thing up to have a closer look.
She swam slowly, feeling the strange force. She wondered what the human's called the thing. It had been a long time since the last visitor and she wondered why. She knew that every year there would be a few months with no visitors as all, but this year it was even longer. No one had came to visit since the night of screams, when there were a lot of explosions and screams, and she had watched, hidden, from the lake wondering what was going on. It had seemed like a war of sorts, but she knew little about war, mostly just from the stories the elders of the tribe told the young guppies like herself.
She had reached the highest point, she would call it the top if it didn't seem round, and looked down from above at the strange things the humans had left in there. Most of the things were used to sit or put stuff on, she had determined, but there were other small objects too. A strange rectangle that humans would open and stare at for hours, A large feather they would rub against a really thin rectangle to make strange symbols. A large bag, filled with other strange things that she would love to look at. She stared, longing for a way to communicate with the strange land-swimmers. That was when she spotted something interesting. It was long, and thin, and made of wood. It was one of those things the humans usually carried around at the school. She swam down and picked the thing up to have a closer look.
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