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Thursday, July 15, 2004
Here's The End of Chapter 1
Fee took two deep breaths and let them out slowly. Fear would get her nowhere, she knew that, so she had to take control of the situation. Logically, the dirt path they were following had to eventually lead somewhere. The island was only so big or only so wide, and in only so many steps would lead her to the safety of her parent’s arms. Adults were sometimes annoying but at least they were big and protective.
Rusty, always observing his situation, noticed that up ahead the path forked. There was a swift turn to the left that seemed to lead straight into the thick of the swamp, but the path to the right was gently curving and seemed to clear up just ahead. Rusty thought about the frog. What an interesting animal, and it had come from the left, as far as he could surmise. More frogs must live that way, of course, because no animal likes to be lonely. “RUSTY!” Melek shouted. “Come on, boy, come on, we’re still moving.” Rusty picked up his feet and followed his friend.
Fee stood in front of the diverging path furrowing her eyebrows in despair. Why did it have to be like this? Why did things always become complicated? Why Why Why? She sighed, a bit dramatically maybe, but she didn’t care just then. “Fee, let’s go left.” Rusty said from behind her.
“Why?”
Rusty stared blankly to the left. “The toad,” he blinked twice and pointed into the swamp.
“Yeah, Fee, I like that one better.” Melek gazed longingly into the dangerous looking swamp.
“We’re going right. Now come on!” Fee started stubbornly on the path of her choosing. “Don’t just stand there,” she said without turning around, “we have to find Mother and Father before it gets dark.”
Now, the cave was definitely not something Mel had predicted, but he was giddy all the same. Deep, dark, and absolutely frightening caves were this little boy's dream come true. “Oh Fee, Fee, this is great! I’m so glad we went this way.” Melek almost danced into the towering, broken entrance.
Fee literally felt herself grow a week older in a matter of micro-seconds. “Well, don’t try anything fishy, Melek. Hold on to me the whole time.” She locked her arms around the boys’ shoulders, desperately clinging to the lasts threads of her strength.
For a few minutes the trek through the cavernous rock didn’t seem so bad. Yes, Fee did not remember seeing the giant mound of rock until they stood before it, and yes, she realized that young women had no business being in caves, but none-the-less, she kept walking. Light still bounced around off the walls, and as long as she could see, she could walk with her head held high.
A very gooey squishy sound brought everyone’s attention to Rusty. With one foot planted firmly in a pile of something totally disgusting and slimy, the little boy looked back at his two friends and shrugged. “I think we aught to go back.” He said staring at his foot.
“Come on Rusty, a little goo never hurt anyone.” Although Fee cringed at the very thought of that same goo attached to her person, she yanked Rusty onward into the cave.
Then, the light was gone, not in some nice, gradual way like it should have been, but as if the giant light switch on the sun had been flicked casually to “OFF.” All three children huddled together in the darkness. Melek sniffed at the air; Rusty listened; Fee bit her tongue to keep from screeching. Slowly, the trio moved forward, Fee inevitably in the lead. Her fear turned into a kind of irrational rage, she stumbled faster and faster ahead, dragging the boys behind.
Rusty could hear a faint fluttering somewhere in the distance. At first he became distracted by Fee’s jerking motions and ignored the odd noise, but then, he could feel the rush of air and recognized the sounds of thousands upon thousands of tiny wing beats just before the swarm of bats was upon them. Fee couldn’t hold her tongue, and she screamed wildly, flailing her arms about her head to keep away the nasty little beasts. Rusty crouched on the ground, covering his head with his arms, while Melek, mouth agape, stared into the onslaught.
After the hoard of animals had flown away, Fee stood trembling. She took a deep breath, stood up straight and immediately lost her footing. Before she could get up, she found herself slipping and sliding down a muddy tunnel, her elbows and behind thunking painfully on the uneven rock. A gray light caught her eye, and she watched it nervously for a moment. Then she was flung into the air, landing with a great plop into a large mucky pool. Only seconds later, she heard Melek’s airy laughter, and he came shooting out of the tunnel plopping down beside her in the gunky water. After him, Rusty wasn’t far behind.
What caught all of their attentions was the startled exclamation of a man, standing just beyond the edge of the water. “By the broken windowsill,” the man proclaimed, “I knew I shouldn’t have come out today! And look here, now I’ve gone and captured myself a witch!”
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I never realized until a couple days ago that rustym and RUSTY of my story share the same name. Cool.
Hope you like it. Give me your thoughts, or at least just read it. And if you need catchingup, well, go read in the archives.
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