He woke up, startled. It was only a dream. A frightening one, but still, just a dream. The nineteen year old boy, arose from the small, straw bed he had laid down, in the old storage shed the night before. He looked around. This shed was far too aged. He saw the peeling wood on the walls, splinters everywhere, and the black, rusted nails, fighting to stay in place. One day this shed would collapse. He shook that malevolent contemplation from his head. One day, he would have to worry about that, but certainly not right now. Another bad thought came to his head. The city of Parl, was far too meager. They were travail for to long, and could no longer thrive on farms. He once again shook the twisted thoughts from his head. Slowly, he combed out hay from his bedraggled hair and tattered clothing. He promptly walked over to the, gloomy, dull, and mysterious pond to clear his thoughts, and wash his face that was streaked with, thick, black, mud. He glanced at his cuts on his arm, crimson blood, flowing slowly, and he winced in pain. He did not feel like remembering the scene of last night, the scene that played over and over in his nightmare. He was still in his wet, torn, night clothes, but it was good enough for now. A unkempt shirt, and some old brown shorts. The orange sun was shining beautifully on the pond today, and he thanked the heavens for it, he could easily see himself. He stared at the pond and all its marvels. The deep blue water, a little foggy, but still he could see. Fish, swimming in between tangled sea grass, schools of slippery, silver fish swimming in and out of the sunken rocks. He looked to see his reflection now. A slender man, strong shoulders, medium build, dark eyes, and black short hair. He would not be fit for being those burly, fearsome warriors. The opaque water rippled as he stared into its profundity. His stomach churned at the mysterious depths. There was something there. Something he had never seen before. Something that he could not describe. Something that no one had seen before. He knew it. He could see the ripple in the misty water become larger. The silvery, blue fish scurrying down to the edge of the pond, little fins in gently making diminutive waves in the water. He was a little frightened. What exactly is beneath the surface of water?
â??I must find outâ?? He thought.
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