Perverted Quadruplets (Jelsa)

Two Worlds Part..1? - By melantha123

He didn’t feel the cold while he was shaping the ice block into a hook. At young age his parents died in an accident and left him taking care of his little sister all alone. His village wasn’t that far away but he didn’t worry even though he was at the forbidden shore.

Only thing that worries him is how he needs  to earn money to feed his sister and himself. Fishing was one way and everyone knew that this was the best fishing spot. He couldn’t afford to buy a single metal hook so each time he did the ones he needed from ice. From each supper he saved few pieces of meat to get some more fish.

His bony fingers were piercing a whole to the hook with the tip of the knife he had. Normal man would have his hands sore by now but the cold didn’t bother him. Couple years before he almost drown into a freezing cold ocean, the amount of cold made his breath almost stop back then and he felt like he was numb and going to die. That was until he saw the moon approaching him, it was like hands had been pushing him back to surface and then to shore. After that everything was blank until he woke up from his own bed while listening to his parents discussing with doctor.

He finished tying a string on the hook and he slammed the knife back to his belt. Quickly he stood up and threw his brown cape back on his back. It covered his shoulders and had enough length until below his waist. His pants were not long enough, they were more of brown capris than anything else. He had outgrown them but he didn’t care, after his parents being gone he only cared about the wellbeing of his little sister.

Carefully he jumped from rock to rock, sometimes slipping a bit but getting his balance back soon. He was going to his usual spot and the moonlight was shining bright. Stars were keeping him company as he was doing the forbidden thing.

His grandfather told him of a legend, a barrier between two worlds that sometimes becomes narrow when people wish for miracles. Sometimes it’s said that it sucks people in and it’s believed that this ocean is one of those places where the barrier might fail.

Others say that this is just foolish mumbo jumbo. However sometimes when I watch the mysterious waves during night I feel like there’s something more going on.

Some believe that one day the barrier will disappear and a war will appear. Honestly he just thinks these as fairytales so being here isn’t worrying him.

He went to grab his G-ended staff from leaning against the rock and slowly he started to put on the string on it. He needed to act quickly before the seawater makes the ice hook vanish. He threw his weird looking fishing staff and he watches as the string flew to water.

He keeps  on staring at the surface, trying to see if a fish takes a bite. His head is leaning against his hand as he watches his reflection from the water. He sighed, he is considered as an outcast from his village in Burgess. No one really wants to make any business with him since they think that he is cursed.

Cursed because the place where he almost drowned was this ocean. They even say that his parents got cursed because of him, that’s why they died on a lake later. Because they dared to come and get him from here. He was a daredevil as young, which is why he came here to fish. One wrong step and he tripped, falling to cold oceans embrace and almost coming its victim.

The pain made him flinch as he realized that he had been biting his lower lip. The waves were hitting on the rocks, breaking the silence. He groaned and splashed the water, messing up his image. He hated to see his silvery white hair and cyan blue eyes. He was different after that near death experience, he lost his brown hair and eyes that day. He got the mark of the cursed one.

One thing they didn’t know. He had a secret, bigger than his sneaking around to this fishing spot.

“What’s wrong with the fish today,” he groaned as he lifted the fishing hook up. This didn’t satisfy him at all. It would mean that they would end up without food soon if he wouldn’t catch some fish the next night.