The Jabberwocky tale
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The entire humble town I call home feared the myth of the Jabberwocky. Half of the town had believed the old wives story and the other half laughed, criticized and mocked the existence of the Jabberwocky; desperately clinging on to the hope that it was dead or just a hugely exaggerated version of the truth. I on the other hand did not believe the myth at all. Some might ask, “why?’ I would respond to this question by stating the obvious, has this so-called “Jabberwocky” been seen in the last century and is there any living human that has seen it or that knows for sure that it exists? This question I am sure is a positive no. Thus, I did not fear it one bit. I ignored the fear that arouse from the legend and myths of the Jabberwocky and fortunes tellers’ prediction that it would return. I would not be so naïve. I would not let my logic be tainted by basic minds’ that were so easily persuaded by gossip and popular beliefs. I was quite sure that all this newly found excitement over the return of the Jabberwocky was just a lie. A perceived truth only because the town’s people lived out such boring, predictable and extremely limited tried and trued trials and challenges in their lives. They wanted to believe in something that made their lives a tad bit more interesting, even if it was just falsehood; based on only on age-old legends. The whole town was in search of someone who would be able to fight this “Jabberwocky.” In search of someone who might have a chance at killing it. Everyone except me was absorbed in this quest. I had no interest in this defense of our town. Why would I? I did not believe a word of it. I was known for my logic, sarcasm, hermit like habits, and criticism for the “Jabberwocky” beliefs and disinterest in all things relating to this made up “Jabberwocky.” Everyone in my town stayed out of the forest that was pretty close to our remote and small town. I also stayed out of it, not because I feared this “Jabberwocky,” but because of the evidence that has been displayed countless times before. There are other creatures that have been known for their habit of attacking my towns people and either injuring them or ended up killing them. One day, I decided that I was going to leave this forsaken and clearly boring life in the town I had lived my whole life in. I was tired of all routines and dull, timid and dumb characters I had known my whole life. The only way to leave this town was through the “Jabberwocky forest.” I was afraid of the creatures I knew existed there, but was more afraid that I would end up living my whole life in this town or that I would begin to lose all my hard earned login and start to believe these “Jabberwocky” tales. Therefore, I packed my belongings, food, a few weapons and all my other necessities and I was off. I had decided earlier to leave at night for the towns people and the creatures in the forest would least expect it. No one they would believe would be stupid enough o leave at night, especially someone as logical and intelligent as me. Thus, I never thought before this night that I would in reality be facing the darkness and the creatures of the “Jabberwocky forest” alone or ever. However, my sanity was beginning to falter with the semi-recent beliefs surrounding the village I had known. I took my first step into the woods with precise caution. I did not want any unknown attacks. If any danger approached, I wanted to be prepared. There I was walking past tall forest trees and short, full brush as scared as a small child with the knowledge that his family and his own life was coming to an end with no power of change in the predicted event. Nevertheless, I knew I had a slight chance of survival, but nearly no chance of reaching my goal without injuries. Suddenly, I heard an animal like screech. A few feet in front of me there was a medium sized creature ( in between the size of a lion and a large dog) approaching me after it’s attack and conquer of another animal’s life the size of a medium dog. I trembled with fear. Birds all around me were flying away form their nests hitting each other and falling to the ground. Numerous other noises filled the air that I could not recognize. Smells of blood and foul hygiene filled my nostrils. Then the huge animal that I had thought before was a medium size jumped with a powerful strength and landed a few inches forms my face. It growled so loud and fiercely I had thought that I would either faint, pee my pants or throw up and then be eaten by it, even though I was not a timid spirited man in the least bit. It stared at me with its large, piercing eyes with such anger I will not speak of. I stood there and began to wail. I fell to my knees and begging the creature for mercy. I was there telling it that I was not a human worthy of eating by such a magnificent creature as its self. It continued to growl with such ferocity I began to realize it’s goal was to make me a sight of such pathetic grovel like mutterings and then after its triumph, it would start to slowly eat me, enjoying every moment of severe torment. It spat with a wave of foul smelling spit upon me. I was drenched in the animal’s disgusting bodily fluids. I now knew the creature would injure me or drag me to its cave, deep into the forest where no one would hear my faulty breathing, my lame attempts to wipe the slobber off me and my almost inaudible words of immense despair.
The huge animal turned for a moment from the sudden noise of the nearby brush being ruffled. A small bird made the noise. It was carrying in its mouth a small scroll. The bird had fallen down into the brush after exhaustment of flying for more than several hours. The huge animal and the injured bird were a few feet away from me talking in some old language I could not understand. They talked for what seemed to be hours by my judgment. All this time I was thinking, “When will this creature relieve of my continuous torture?” Suddenly, they finished discussing whatever topic they had been conversing upon. My hope was lower than it was at this moment, then it had been when I was staring at the creatures paw-like claws after it drenched me in its own spit. It approached me very slowly as if it was questioning whether I was worth its effort or whether it might still find some enjoyment in its’ slow murder of my existence. It came up to my body and began at first licking me and then it tore of a big chuck of my flesh from my stomach. I howled in severe pain. It backed away a little and made a noise close to a laugh. Then I became enraged with such discomfort that I became insanely angry. I stood up with what little strength I had left and picked up my sword. It approached with enough curiosity to kill without any purpose. It smiled a sinister creature-like smile, as if to say, “Finally, it gets a little more interesting and becomes a little bit of a challenge.” I had enough. If I was going to die then I was going to do it dignity. I pounced on the creature and stabbed it with all the force I had left in my body. I fell to the ground in exhaustment. The animal backed away a little in shock and then approached me with a fiercer some anger than previously seen. It was about to end my life as it started to smother me with its enormous weight, when the same rare bird that fell with the scroll screeched above both of us. The creature hesitantly got off me. The bird started to attack the creature. I had no idea what happened, but did not care, as I was still alive. The forest was dead silent other than the creature and bird’s attacks at each other. Then they stopped. They both landed on the ground quietly and hid. I was completely confused. What had just happened? In addition, why had it just happened to me? Why was I still alive? Why was I spared? I could not hear, see, or smell either of the animals. I was sure that they had left for an unknown reason. Now was my chance to get up and return to the village. Nevertheless, my attempt to do so seemed pointless. I was bleeding profusely. I felt faint and near to death. I heard several noises that interrupted my thoughts. One was a glad song of a wolf. The others were screeches that seemed to belong to a human. Then at last, a voice (that seemed to have no source) screamed at me. “You logic has failed you, you will die and no one will remember you.” I looked all around me. However, could not see anything that the voice could have come from. I was frightened, but then a different voice spoke to me. “You must get your honor back or you will die by the end of this night.” I shook with uncontrollable fear. I searched once again for the source of the voice, but could not find any. I lost consciousness. After hours, I woke up and just before, I opened my eyes to the silence surrounding me, realized it had all been a nightmare. I opened my eyes to the birds singing, squirrels collecting acorns and a unicorn by the waterfall making the wind playing a game of tug-a-war with the trees. I was not injured as I was in my dream nor was I in any sort of other pain, but what was making me uncomfortable was that I saw the sword form my dream a few feet away. It was black with dried blood. I had stabbed something, but what? It was just a dream. I was no longer believed that any the events of my dream were real. One fact was even more unnerving then that of the sword… I was in the “Jabberwocky forest.” Suddenly, the appearance of the forest altered so fast, it was hard to believe it was beautiful just a second ago. It was now dark as if night, but it was mid-morning. I had learned how to tell time without any use of a device. A mirage of the enormous, creature imaginable appeared with burbled; breathing that looked as if it was fire. My first thought was that is was a dragon, but it approached me with swift force and I forget any thoughts of it possibly being a dragon. The only thought was that I was going to die. I stood their dumbfounded. How could I die now, after such a horrible nightmare? Then a familiar voice that did not come form the dragon-like creature spoke to me, “Kill the Jabberwocky!” This voice was not mine. I said, “No! I will run! I cannot defeat it!” Nevertheless, the voice repeated itself and added, “At least try, you will probably die nevertheless.” I was filled with a newfound strength and fight. I ran and picked my blood stained sword, as the Jabberwocky charged me from the ground. Its acid like spit hit my whole body. I shook as it ate away most of my skin. It flew up in the air and was about to cover me with its own rain of acid. I somehow stopped it, from covering me a second time by fiercely waving my sword above me. I closed my eyes afraid of death. I heard nothing, thus I opened my eyes and lowered my sword. I was hoping I had killed it. I had not. It was bleeding a hundred feet away from me this black like liquid from its leg. It saw me watching it and it approached me several times more. It kept approaching me and gave me more intense and more painful injuries than the first. I was about to give up. The Jabberwocky was approaching once again, but this time it had the complete upper hand. It had knocked my sword out of my hand after I had attacked its wing. I was lying on the ground in the knowledge that this was it. The Jabberwocky was only several feet away from me now. I would die here in the forest alone and pathetic. Then time froze or stopped. I was forced to my feet by some supernatural force and given a renewed strength. Time unfroze and the same supernatural force gave me my sword. It flew into my hand. I gripped it with all my might and swung with desperation at the Jabberwocky. I fell and blacked out. I knew I was in heaven because I was happy and peaceful again. I opened my eyes and saw that I was not. I was at the same place I had tried to kill the Jabberwocky. I saw the sunlight, and the head of the Jabberwocky. I had killed it. I could not believe my luck. I had conquered the Jabberwocky!
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