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The Fisherman's Lament

Sailing across the ocean blue  Singing shanties with my merry crew We cast our nets into the briny waters To provide for our wives, sons, and daughters. But when are nets grew heavy and taut We heaved them up to see what we caught. And what did our accursed eyes behold? Fish with scales that glistened like gold. We cheered as our nets burst at the seams. We were rich beyond our wildest dreams! But my heart quickly sank to the sea floor As I recalled the warning we got days before. “Should you ever catch fishes of gold Remember the ancient warnings of old: Release them and don’t be slaves to greed Lest you anger the Merfolk with a selfish deed.” With heavy heart, I reminded my crew Of the solemn warning from Old Ms. Rue. They laughed and said, “It’s just an old wives tale!” And our captain said, “Homeward we sail!” I warned them that this was a foolish deed But my voice was one they chose not to heed. As they started to sail home with childish glee A great shadow loomed below the su...

Betrayed

 Cold water splashed on Drake's face.

“Get up!” A voice barked.

Drake woke up with a start. He was in a prison with stone walls on each side and black, metal bars in front of him. His hands were cuffed and chained to the wall behind him. He looked up. Outside of his cell was a man holding a green pale, glowering at him. The man threw the green pale to the side.

“Niko?” Drake asked. He noticed the red badge Niko was wearing, with the symbol of a yellow badger. “What’s going on? Why are you wearing that badge?”

“Do you like it?” Niko asked pointing at it. “I wanted to get it in black, but they said they only offered it in red. Honestly I don’t know why they never thought to—”

“You joined them!? You joined the League of Malice!?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Why Niko? Why did you join them?!”

“You mean you haven’t figured it out?”

“No.”

Niko shook his head. “Typical. I’m not surprised. You and the others could never comprehend the error of your ways.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You and the rest of the team always ate up all the ice cream.”

“…What?”

“You guys always ate all the chocolate ice cream! Every time I wanted to get desert after a long day’s work, it would be all gone. You never saved any for me! And what’s worse, Striker would always eat my lunch without my permission!

“Do you know how it feels to be saving the day from criminals, monsters, and aliens planning to take over the world, only to come home to headquarters to find that the desert is all gone and that your well-deserved meal has been eaten by your angsty teammate?!”

“Uh…I guess not.”

“The League of Malice offered me something you guys failed to provide me for years; unlimited chocolate ice cream, unlimited lunch with constant protection, and respect!”

“You—you turned on us, over food?”

“And lack of respect.”

“Look I’m sorry, okay. You’re right, we should have saved you some ice cream and Striker shouldn’t have eaten your lunch. But turning to the dark side isn’t the answer. Get me out of here and we’ll talk about it with the rest of the team. I’ll talk to Striker about not eating your lunch and we could share the ice cream. Come back to us.”

Niko rubbed his chin and thought about it for a moment.

“Can you guys afford to give me unlimited lunch and ice cream?” he asked.

“Well, no, but—”

“Then forget it!” Niko turned around to leave. “Enjoy your stay here, Drake. Your friends will be joining you shortly.”

“Niko, noooo!”

Niko walked up the stone stairs, and the door to the prison slammed shut.

Drake slumped to the floor and groaned. This was the third betrayal this week. Maybe it was time he and the rest of the Justice Fighters review their work ethics again.  


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