The Fisherman's Tale (On Hiatus)

Chapter 7 Part I: Noah and the Dangerous Butterfly

Chapter 7 part I:

"Ozmo, where is he?!" Renee snapped, her hands on her hips as she glared at Ozmo with the most evil and intimidating expression that she could produce.

"I don't know, Renee, I really don't know where he's gone now..." Ozmo was staring at the ground, his eyes darting between each of the pebbles on it as he tried to think of all the places that Chuck could possibly be. The list was endless; someone who didn't know Enkora at all had no hope of not getting lost. And as Chuck could quite possibly be the human that they had been waiting for for years on end, if he became lost, a host of bad things could happen. He could be found by Lamia's ogre soldiers,  or he could be killed by a Haunt or some other aggressive animal that was lurking in the shadows of the trees. Chuck was practically defenseless; a human was weak in comparison to the creatures here. They may dominate on their side of the world, but here they stood no chance.

"Well, it will be your own damn fault if he is found, or even killed by what's out there!" Renee exclaimed. She was worrying as if Chuck were her own child, and it had been a long time since she felt that kind of feeling. She turned away from Ozmo, keeping her hands on her hips, sighing deeply.

"He just went off! He doesn't like being told that he could be the prophecised one! What else am I meant to do?"

"Go after him!" Renee screamed at him, turning back around and slamming her hands on Ozmo's shoulders. "You go after him! It's far too dangerous for him to go off! He's like a child, Ozmo, and he sure does act like one! Children need to be supervised and controlled!"

Ozmo looked into Renee's upset chocolate brown eyes, and his face softened. "Chuck is a grown man, and I hope that he isn't found, and I also hope that not much harm has come to him if he has experienced anything. At the time I just wanted to give him time to cool off, to think things through and learn from it. In that moment, I forgot about the dangers, and I regret that. I'm sure that Chuck had as well, but it's easy to forget the danger when we have been protecting him." Ozmo kept his gaze on Renee as her hands dropped limply to her sides, looking defeated. "Chuck will made it through whatever Lamia and the broken Enkora throw at him," he said reassuringly.

"I do hope you're right, Ozmo," Renee replied, putting her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, her head buried into his chest.

Ozmo laughed. "It's always our assigned family that are the difficult ones."

Renee looked up at Ozmo, a faint smile spreading slowly across her face.

They had been together since childhood. They had grow up together, been each other's shoulder to cry on through the bad, and rejoiced together in the good. In their teenage years, they took on the world together, holding each other's hand in support. In their early adulthood, Ozmo asked Renee to marry them, and the rest of Enkora smiled upon them as Renee leapt into Ozmo's open arms while practically shouting her answer. 'Yes'. They found a tree to build a house around, and they built their home together, spending all day every day building the place they wanted to spend the rest of their lives in. In that home they had friends and family; they entertained and had stomach-aching laughs as well as the serious conversations while Renee boiled the kettle. They were invited to the castle of the Queen, where they received their duties to the next generation from the Armstrong family - whom Ozmo's family had always been Brownies for. They were excited to go to the other side, and spent the remainder of the day talking about what they'd need to do in the Armstrong household excitedly. Their smiles were broad as Renee told Ozmo that she was pregnant, as they told their neighbours and the whole town was buzzing in excitement as they anticipated the arrival of a newborn.