Pippy, the seahorse, desperately tugged at The Sword of Sorcery towards the endless blanket of sand underneath. He pulled it through the desolate areas of the ocean, through the polluted water he could barely see through. Hence, announcing himself to the ocean as the only brave heart amongst the mass of cowering weaklings that would challenge the Swords' arrogance.
He had blurrily seen them claim the lives of many in the past. Those who reigned this part of the ocean, were rendered incapable, and lulled into an everlasting sleep of loss and trickery. A mere taste of one of the Swords resulted in the chokehold of death for even the most majestic creatures. Pippy was left bewildered by the prowess of the Swords from the time he had laid his eyes on them. The Sword had the power of disappearing, as if it had completed its role by devouring the being that had once tried to devour it. He observed, often from the safe distance of his coral crevice, the lure the Swords' created. How they, as their title suggests, enchanted their prey. The Swords' bold color taunted the few visible residents of the noxious waters. With their malicious bulbous white tips and garish color, they declared that they were anything but seemingly innocent pieces of plastic.
It was then that Pippy emerged as the sole contender in the fight to save his home - the sea. He hooked his tail around the abhorrent plastic creatures, one by one, and started his mission of clearing the murky waters of all the Swords. That was the beginning of his agonizingly prolonged journey of towing the Swords towards the faraway seabed. He hoped that that would be their final destination, where he would dig their eternal watery graves.
Despite Pippy's profound life mission, the Swords still wreaked havoc, unwilling to let go of their presumptuous rule over the sea. They frequently escaped the clutches of certain death, with the aid of forceful waves, or by using their torturous enchantment. They teased Pippy to taste them, eventually forcing him to release them, for the sake of retaining his own sanity. Despite the vulnerabilities that he exposed himself to in the predacious sea he swam in, Pippy remained resolute and was not disheartened by the losses and the taxing progress. He strived to illustrate change in a world of tyrannical normality imposed by the Swords'. He wished to inspire a greater sense of duty in his fellow sea creatures, to ensure that they were not lost to the totalitarianism of plastic.
And one day he saw the fruits of change. There, on the strip of sand where Pippy frequented and had named, 'The Sword Graveyard,' he saw his nemesis, Anthos, the crab, digging a grave for their mutual enemy.
My entry for the #PlanetOrPlastic Writing Contest
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Pippy
Short StoryPippy, the seahorse, lives in the turmoil within the depths of the sea. With most of the ocean being reduced to blindness or death, he takes it upon himself to remove the weapons of destruction that continue to plunder his home. My entry for #Planet...
