Slowly, he spiraled down to the channel bottom; the embedded
spear tied by a line to the spear gun dragged him further. He quickly
reoriented himself, and grabbed the line with several tentacles. Using his
propulsion, he slowed the descent to a stop.
The spear had passed nearly through his tentacle. If he could push
further through it would fall out on the other side. Then he could break the
line. However, the diver had other
plans. He had wrapped the spear gun around an anchor, and now was swimming
directly toward the octopus with a sharp knife in each of his hands.
Instinctively, the octopus ejected a cloud of ink which engulfed him and the
diver. Pushing with one tentacle, he dislodged the spear. His blood further
colored the water; however, he was fighting for survival. The diver and the
octopus feinted and jabbed at each other. The diver scored several gashes on
the octopus’ tentacles, one which cut deep and bled ferociously.
All his training he received in the past, all the stories of
great battles energized him, and he quickly lashed out at the diver grabbing
one arm, then the next. He was beginning
to feel his anger rise in him. The pain his kind had received from men, the
slaughter of kin, the constant need to migrate to safer waters…all began to
give him strength.
Their battle continued unabated, and their thrashings had
caught the attention of the crowd. As they both surfaced, screams from the
crowd arose, and the crowds ran away as quickly as possible. It was then that he heard the song, the
lyrics had no meaning. But the music was calling to him to rise and become his
true self. Deep within his soul, an image began to form. The image sang out to
him, calling to him to rise and become his true self. Then, realized he the
images he had dreamt about the previous nights were his ancestors calling to
him, awakening him. He realized he was descended from a mermaid and a kraken!
Slowly,
then more quickly, he felt his body changing.
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