Hello!
I know I haven't posted in ageeees, I'm really sorry about that.
However, in the little free time I've had, I have been working on a story which I hope to work on sometime over the summer so I can start posting it!
This is a little part from it, I hope you enjoy :)
A Different World - Excerpt
'I started to collect
some reasonably well-looking berries from a nearby bush when I heard something
in some bushes, further into the forest, which startled me. Perhaps it was some
sort of game that I could cook! And with those thoughts, I crouched with the
blade I had previously found amongst the wreckage, and prepared to hunt.
However, to my surprise, what I found was not a beast I had ever seen before.
On the ground was a tiny creature not much bigger than my hand. It had a
terrified look on its face as it crawled backwards, away from me. It appeared
as if it was a tiny person however it had wings! Never in my life had I been
told of such creatures existing. Yes there were gods and echidnas, multi-headed
beasts and human-looking ones, but never this small nor this handsome. The
closest I’d heard of such things were the nymphs, but this was no Nereid.
Upon a closer look, I
noticed one her minuscular lime green wings appeared to be torn. Ripping part
of my not-so-whole shirt, I made a long gauze. I crouched in front of her, avoiding
making sudden movements. Surely, catching her would be much like hunting
centaurs.
She curiously stared
at me, studying my movements carefully. She said something, however it was in
barbarian[1]
and I could not understand her blabbers.
I showed her the piece
of cloth and demonstrated on my arm my intentions. There was still a hint of
mistrust in her hazel eyes but she stopped running away and allowed me to
approach her. As I did so, carefully, I reached for her wing and gently applied
the cloth, fixing the damage. She hoped off my hand quickly and distanced
herself from me. The tiny woman then tested the newly fixed wing. My fixes
seemed to have been enough as she was soon flying all around the flowers.
However, I was not expecting the green colour which began to shine, surrounding
her. Returning to me, she bowed in gratification but she was not done. She
started tugging at my hand with her minuscular long fingers, trying to make me
follow her. I was quite unsure of whether I should follow her. I had herd of
stories of men who had followed similar creatures and ended in a trap. At least
that’s what Homer claims happened to Odysseus, in the Odyssey. My insides said otherwise. Hunger was beginning to take
over and, honestly, the chances of getting food seemed slim to none, so I
followed her.'
[1] Note: Ancient Greeks tend to classify any language/culture foreign to
them as barbarian (βάρβαρος)
