The Ivy Pond

The first in a list of fables (they don't have morals) that I am making; the next fable will be The Witch's Assassin
Past a virgin meadow; past the white tipped mountains; and past the red canyon. A small pond covered in ivy and algae lays in a forest. Not far from the pond, a creek lays. It smells of animal life, and the smoking leaves of the wood. This place is placid; and not many humanoids are here. Except for one man.
This was a young man in his late twenties. A Native American man, although there was no camp nearby.
"This place is strange, it's no place for fish." he said. "I will return to the tavern." He felt the water one last time. But heard a watery moan and pop, from a pond nearby
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