It came to me... in the shower (Lol)... so here goes (warning, each part will be long)
Part 1: Falling through air
I am not just a fish. I am a Betta. I am a warrior.
Or so I thought when I was very young. I was only a few months old, barely mature, and my color had only recently been decided on. I was a blinding white, and it hurt to look at my reflection. I had an overly sized tail like that of the moon halfway through its cycle.
I was stuck in a little glass cylinder, so small I could barely move. When I look back, I realize that if I had stayed in something so small forever, I would have hated large spaces and been unable to live my life as I do now.
Now, let me begin.
All of my male siblings were enemies to me. I loathed them, and seeing them made me flare with rage. I saw any of my female siblings, and I felt the urge to spawn. That was it, the only bond I had through other individuals. We were all completely different and didn't agree about anything, except one thing. We all knew that the place was dangerous. The place outside of the cylinder's, where the feeders walked to harvest food, and where some kind of fish leaped through the air sometimes. The place that was a giant mass of water stretching forever, a giant shining mass.
It was forbidden, and even if we could go to it, we wouldn't. No one knew why it was forbidden, it just was.
"I bet I can jump higher than you!" Said a male next to me, trying to show off to a female. The other male next to me said "Huh! Shut it cloud-face!" And they both leaped, only to hit the lid. I rolled my eyes. How come the other males never think? Those two males, me, and two females were the sole survivors of our spawn. One of the females was looking weak though, like she might go at any minute. "They are weak," I told myself "Only the strong will prevail."
The other males were at it again, and I felt frustrated with their stupidity. They leaped into the air, hitting the lids. This time, the lids popped off. With a started shriek the males both left the water, and landed on the ground in the air. I looked away while their flopping grew weaker and weaker, and eventually stopped.
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Eventually the feeder returned, oh how I loathed it. It was undersized compared with other feeders, and it had spelled doom for many of my siblings. It saw my brothers on the ground and merely tossed them away. It picked up a cylinder, and I realized that female had died.
"I'm going to die here." I just knew it. But the feeder surprised me. It picked up me and the female's cylinder's and brought us to the forbidden place. It tipped our homes, shaking it's head with dismay. I struggled against the current relucnant to go to the place of dangers, but then I found myself falling, falling through air.
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So... should I continue?
Part 1: Falling through air
I am not just a fish. I am a Betta. I am a warrior.
Or so I thought when I was very young. I was only a few months old, barely mature, and my color had only recently been decided on. I was a blinding white, and it hurt to look at my reflection. I had an overly sized tail like that of the moon halfway through its cycle.
I was stuck in a little glass cylinder, so small I could barely move. When I look back, I realize that if I had stayed in something so small forever, I would have hated large spaces and been unable to live my life as I do now.
Now, let me begin.
All of my male siblings were enemies to me. I loathed them, and seeing them made me flare with rage. I saw any of my female siblings, and I felt the urge to spawn. That was it, the only bond I had through other individuals. We were all completely different and didn't agree about anything, except one thing. We all knew that the place was dangerous. The place outside of the cylinder's, where the feeders walked to harvest food, and where some kind of fish leaped through the air sometimes. The place that was a giant mass of water stretching forever, a giant shining mass.
It was forbidden, and even if we could go to it, we wouldn't. No one knew why it was forbidden, it just was.
"I bet I can jump higher than you!" Said a male next to me, trying to show off to a female. The other male next to me said "Huh! Shut it cloud-face!" And they both leaped, only to hit the lid. I rolled my eyes. How come the other males never think? Those two males, me, and two females were the sole survivors of our spawn. One of the females was looking weak though, like she might go at any minute. "They are weak," I told myself "Only the strong will prevail."
The other males were at it again, and I felt frustrated with their stupidity. They leaped into the air, hitting the lids. This time, the lids popped off. With a started shriek the males both left the water, and landed on the ground in the air. I looked away while their flopping grew weaker and weaker, and eventually stopped.
____________________________________________________________
Eventually the feeder returned, oh how I loathed it. It was undersized compared with other feeders, and it had spelled doom for many of my siblings. It saw my brothers on the ground and merely tossed them away. It picked up a cylinder, and I realized that female had died.
"I'm going to die here." I just knew it. But the feeder surprised me. It picked up me and the female's cylinder's and brought us to the forbidden place. It tipped our homes, shaking it's head with dismay. I struggled against the current relucnant to go to the place of dangers, but then I found myself falling, falling through air.
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So... should I continue?