Fizz Short Story

I have always enjoyed writing, and dream of being a published writer. So I decided to post another short story that explores a potential background of one of my favorite champions, Fizz.

     There was a lone mountain, rising above the ocean’s cold water. Its rocks had been slowly carved and smoothed by the constant waves that washed about it. Barnacles clung for dear life to the rocky visage, as various world weary birds made roost upon this rock as they traveled about Runeterra. For generations, this mountain was viewed as an omen from the denizens of Bilgewater, a large pirate city that lay twenty or so miles away. They claimed that they could see monsters deep within the cold waters, their jaws opening madly for their vessels. Some claimed these monsters stood fifty feet tall, with fire that was breathed icy cold, and commanded frost that burned like a thousand suns.
This is what they said of the great mountain that stood above all waves in the ocean. This sentinel, that had been undisturbed for eons, save for the hands of foolish birds and wayward dragonsharks.
It was well these people thought that. For it had led to safety and contempt for generations of the creatures that had lived under this great giant. It was also well that one of these great denizens of the mountain saw no ships, for he fancied a climb upon the great mountain.
Fizz was a remarkable young boy of his people. His webbed feet and hands gripped the rugged mountainside with ease, and he moved as gracefully upon this land as he did in the ocean. He hopped about, reaching for various cliffs and small plateaus that he had come to know by heart. They all allowed him to reach his favorite spot on the mountain, which lay half a mile high.
As the ocean water sprayed upon him, he shook his amphibious head with joy. He was small for his age, his eyes so much larger than the rest of his body. He had numerous, fleshy tendrils that draped off his head like hair, allowing him to sense things about him. Yet his people often remarked it was his large smile that was so distinct. And as he reached his spot, he showed it for anyone to see, surveying the crashing and turbulent waves that danced in mayhem about the mountain.
This is always the best part, he thought to himself. He sat down on a small rock, closing his eyes and hearing the rushing of waves his perch. He could hear the gulls cry as they scavenged for food. The wind sang to him as it pushed and pulled the clouds overheard. He squinted across the horizon, hoping to see the fabled city that his people would warn him and his friends about.
“If you’re naughty, and venture too far, creatures shall come from the endless ocean and snatch you away,” some would say. Others claimed that, “These eighty feet tall devils shall hunt you till your body lays broken, in which they shall lift you and carry your body as a trophy!” He knew these were just tales, and wondered if there actually WAS anything that lay beyond this mountain. 
If it wasn’t for the stern look and grave face of the chieftain when asked about if they had enemies at one time, Fizz would have believed that they held none at all. But he knew from High Lord Spreyn, that there was a reason at one time for their people to have hid in the cave that dwelled deep beneath the mountain.
“Ah no! I’m late!” Fizz said suddenly. He had just remembered that today, he and the other children were to meet for their lessons given by the chief. Leaping from his spot, Fizz began to run for the edge of the plateau. Then, without any hesitation, Fizz jumped off, and with the largest smile, the young boy dived half a mile into the dark waters of his home.
Fizz darted from rock to rock under the waters, leaving a stream that was quickly filled with water. His speed dazzled and frightened the local fish, for nothing seemed so quick as this would be predator they feared. If they held memory though, they would realize that this, as on so many other times, would end the same way. The creature would dart to this rock, then to that one, sneaking into the dark cave entrance that was guarded by his fellow kinsmen, unseen and unheard. For no one truly understood the wanderlust that had befallen upon Fizz for almost his entire life.
As he swam through the dark tunnels, Fizz saw the familiar lights that soon erupted in bliss as he reached the center of the mountain. Gorgeous rock formations and glowing coral, arranged in beautiful intricacies, lit the entire city in a splendor that no other species could imagine. Beautiful fish swam in packs from reef to reef, disturbed by Fizz and the others of his kin.
He was greeted with waves and happy nods from his neighbors and families, each one perfectly content with having lived their entire lives thus far in this vast underwater cave that lay protected by the lone mountain. “Why go outside, where the monsters can get us,” many would laugh when asked why they held no interest past this rocky walls. “It’s foolish. A dragonshark, or worse, some land-dwelling beast could swim to us and gobble us up!” others would say. 
They happily ignored the curiosity of Fizz, and purposefully acted as if he had never seen anything of beauty if it was not describing their fair city. It disappointed the young boy that he could not share his sheer joy of the world beyond his home, but he would happily take being able to see it alone than to have it ripped from his webbed hands by some fearful citizens.
Slowly he approached the large coral spires that nearly touched the top of the cave. Here, the chieftain and all the leaders of his people held court and lessons for the young of their tribe.
A lesson that Fizz was incredibly late for.
He dashed through the entrance, giving a sheepish smile to the guards who looked at him with some dismay. “Late again Fizz? What are you always up to, making you miss your lessons,” chimed the guard Desridius.
“Coral growing?”
Desridius let out an audible sigh, knowing Fizz was lying through his newt teeth. “Just get inside Fizz. High Lord Spreyn has begun already.”
Fizz gulped in fear, knowing that the chief would possibly punish him some way with having to tend the coral beds for a week. Or even worse, being placed under strict supervision for a week.
“-and so, the great chief led our people, hundreds of years ago, to our fair city, where none of our once great enemies have been able to reach or harm us ever again. Now, if you all could please go to the Great Seer, and finish your studies for the day-“ the chief Spreyn was speaking, until he looked up and saw Fizz trying to sneak into the group.
“Well, hello Fizz. So kind of you to join us today. I hope this old man hasn’t bored you so much that you went off again, hmm?” he said coyly. Fizz shrunk down, feeling the leers and giggles of his classmates being directed at him.
“I….I had to go and fetch some-“
“Some what, my child?”
“Uh, um….water?”
The group erupted in laughter, with Fizz letting a nervous smile cross his face. He then saw a quick smile from the chief, and felt slightly more at ease.
“Such a rarity in our tribe, this ‘water’. I hope you were able to claim plenty of it. Now, as I was saying, all but Fizz shall go to the Great Seer’s room.”
Fizz floated around the room, hearing his classmates giggle and scoff at him as they swam through the gilded corridors of the keep. Soon, all that remained in the beautiful coral throne room were Fizz and High Lord Spreyn.
He watched as the old fish slowly swam closer to him, clutching tightly to an old coral trident. His wrinkled, newt like face hid years of experience and life. Some of Fizz’s friends even believed he was one of the original people that came to this cave and helped create their fair city. All Fizz knew him as was the old chieftain, whose speeches and lessons bored him to death. Also, as the only one who truly knew where Fizz would go, and helped keep it quiet.
“Fizz, my child, we had an agreement. You are allowed to leave the city, but you must continue your lessons!”
Fizz looked about his tiny flippers, having heard this speech many times. “I know High Lord Spreyn. But I heard a guard mention something of a large shadow that was overhead, and thought it was maybe a ship! I wanted to see these mythical ‘peeple’ that you’ve described first hand!”
Spreyn smiled and jostled the young boy’s tendrils. “You truly are an explorer at heart. But I beg of you Fizz…stay far away from the humans. Though I know they cannot reach us in our city…I would be lost and depressed should I find that on one of your adventures you were caught and harmed in ANY way. Is that understood?”
Fizz looked upon his leader, and for the first time, saw not an old man who tried to keep in line, but a loving and caring man, who truly wished for Fizz only to be happy. “Yes chief. I am sorry…”
Spreyn smiled, and grasping his magical stone trident, he began to swim towards his coral throne. “One day Fizz…I shall pass into the Great Rift, and my body shall be swallowed by the Dark Waters. It will come. When that day does happen though, one of our people shall need to take my trident, and lead our people. What this chief will do, is unknown. But-“
Spreyn looked at Fizz, his milky eyes locked deeply upon him, “-whoever it will be, I know that they will lead our people to greatness.”
Fizz felt uneasy by that statement, unsure by what he meant. As he swam away from the throne room, and out of the spires, his young mind began to wonder. Surely he did not mean ME to inherit the trident, did he? I’m just a kid! I could never have such a responsibility upon me. 
Soon, Fizz found his way through the caverns and back towards his secret exit that he discovered at an even younger age. As he was getting ready to leave, he heard two guards swimming by and talking. Quickly, he hid amongst other rocks, lest he be seen and taken back.
“Did you hear the chief? Evidently he says that there is some dark water or something crowding around the Great Seer’s orb.”
“What does that mean, you think?”
“I dunno, but it makes me uneasy. High Lord Spreyn wasn’t too happy with seeing that. I think I even heard he actually looked AFRAID-“
“Spreyn!? Afraid!? You kidding me? That’s the man that fought fifteen rogue Maria in his youth and won! Some even say he’s tamed dragonsharks-“
“Dragonsharks? What are you gonna say next, that he went on the land and fought peeples and lived? Listen, Spreyn is fantastic and all, but I’m telling you what I heard-“
Soon their voices became muffled and unintelligible as they swam past Fizz and his hiding place. Spreyn afraid? Dark water? What does it mean, he thought. Finally, after the thoughts subsided, he tucked himself through a crack in the rocks, and found himself once more out of the mountain and into the great expanses of the sea.
He happily darted amongst the coral beds that lay untouched by his people, laughing as the fish that swam about him tickled his belly with their fins. As he played and explored the reefs, he felt a strange sensation creeping up his spine. A sense of dread, as if the waters became too cold.
Fizz looked around, and far past anywhere he had gone before, he noticed something moving. Curiosity, as it always had, moved him to swim towards the commotion. Sneaking towards it, his eyes grew wide when he realized what he saw.
Two strange, black blobs had begun to attack an infant dragonshark. The poor thing struggled to swim away, but the monsters grabbed him and threw it about. Fizz hid in fear, unable to distinguish the monstrosities. He had never heard of such beasts in his life, and now, here they lay before him. They almost resembled squid, with their many long arms grabbing about the water. Yet, in the middle of their black, shadowy bodies, lay a monstrous face that Fizz was unable to make sense of. It almost looked like the mermaid people, the Marias, but it was less amphibious. All Fizz knew was the eyes lay sunken, and a crimson red that shot fear through him. 
One let out a terrifying screech that rippled through the water. It snapped Fizz out of his stupor, and as he watched the poor dragonshark try to flee, he sprung into action.
“HEY! Chum faces! Over here!” he yelled. The monsters stopped harassing the young shark, and began to ooze their way towards Fizz.
Quickly Fizz led them through the rocks and crevices of the reef they were upon. The monsters bellowed and moaned, crashing which way and that as they tried to capture their new prey. Fizz spiraled about, his dexterity proving too much for the monsters. They continued to grasp for him, missing only by inches. Finally, Fizz led them deep within an underwater gorge, cornered, and afraid of what would happened.
The monsters groaned as they descended upon the young boy, quickly grabbing him with their tendrils. Fizz felt incredibly pain, his body feeling as if it was on fire. The monsters began to pull him apart, his body unable to hold on for much longer.
CHOMP!
One of the beasts screamed, their black arm floating to the surface as the now severed appendage oozed black smoke into the water around him. Fizz began to regain his senses, and watched as the baby dragonshark swam quickly to his aid and bit again at another arm.
The beast quickly let go of Fizz, and instead swatted and scratched the poor shark across the face. Even with blood in its eyes, the shark continued to snap with its tiny jaws, hoping to do nothing more than save the young fish boy that had sprung to its rescue.
Fizz shot up out of the ravine, and noticed numerous large boulders that lay piled upon the edge of the canyon. With quick thinking, he shot himself over to them, and screamed, “GET OUTTA THERE LITTLE GUY!”
The shark looked up, and seeing the fate that was about to befall him, he quickly swam out of the reach of the devils. They slowly lumbered and swam towards the shark, unaware that their fate had become sealed.
With a mighty heave, Fizz pushed a boulder down, allowing the rest to follow suit. They quickly came crushing upon the bodies of the monsters, their screams of pain and death the only things to escape from the falling rocks.
As their black blood hovered in a haze above the ravine, Fizz looked on in shock and horror. “What WERE those things,” he said out loud.
He felt a small nudge upon his backside. As he turned around, he saw the big eyes of the baby dragonshark he had saved. “Aw, hey little guy! Sorry bout your face. Gonna have a nasty scar there.”
The shark swam excitedly around Fizz, gently nibbling with affection on him. “Hey, that tickles! You got some nice chompers on you! I know! I’ll call you Chomper! How bout I come and meet you out in the ocean once in a while? Sound good?”
The shark seemed to understand his new friend, and with a quick somersault in the water, he swam away from Fizz, searching for more size appropriate prey. Fizz smiled with joy, happy he was able to help the small creature.
A dark chill ran up his spine once more. Fizz froze in fear, looking about the open ocean for the sense of dread that had fallen upon him. He quickly began to swim back for home, knowing that the chief would need to hear of his encounters with these monsters, and possibly ready themselves for an attack.
As he approached the great cave entrance, Fizz felt an odd sensation. A feeling he had never truly felt. He darted about the rocks, hoping not to be seen by any guards. Yet, as he neared the entrance, he realized something dreadful. There were none.
Quickly he swam inside, hoping to spot someone alive and well. Though as he continued down the dark and twisting passage, he saw and heard no one. In fact, the normal colorful lights that should have begun to greet him were not there. Finally, he reached the center of the cave, and was met with horror.
The city lay empty. The lights all now shown a dull, greyish light. The beautiful fish that darted between the reefs were nowhere to be found. Fizz looked about with fear, unable to see anybody or anything. Not even a corpse was there.
“Hello? HELLO!” he screamed.
The feeling he had at the cave entrance suddenly overtook him. He swam towards the spires, praying that this was just an elaborate and cruel prank put on him. That this wasn’t happening, that he had merely fell asleep again in class. But as he entered the keep, he realized what he was feeling.
Fizz was alone.
The keep lay empty, void of light save for a dull glowing coral here or there. As he approached the throne room, Fizz began to cry. He was alone. None of his family or loved ones were here. Where had they gone, he had no idea. Was it from the shadow monsters, he thought. Perhaps they fled, unable to alert him to where they left. These thoughts plagued him until he saw something on the throne.
High Lord Spreyn’s trident lay there. And as Fizz looked upon it, he noticed peculiar writing upon the wall. A scrambled, last minute message.
“SAVE US FROM THE SHADOWS. LEAD YOUR PEOPLE FROM THEM. BRING THEM BACK HOME FIZZ.”
Fizz felt empty and hollow inside. He looked at the trident, its power humming aloud the quiet caverns that Fizz had once called home. Gently, he picked up the trident, and looked upon the duty that had been given to him.
Without a word, he swam from the cave, and out into the ocean. He surveyed it, seeing it as empty and cold, no longer filled with joy or hope. Tightly he gripped his trident, and muttered the words he had seen once more to himself.
“Save them from the shadows. Lead my people from them. Bring them back home.”
With that, he swam away from his home for the last time, vowing to return only when his people were safe and sound.


A drunk man stumbled about the dimly lit alleyways, the scent of ale and bile plastered upon him. He hummed to himself a dirty ditty that he had overheard numerous pirates sing amongst the local taverns that populated Bilgewater. Many often claimed there was more taverns and pubs than there was homes in the reeking pirate town. 
As he burped and let loose vomit upon the dirty alleyways back to his place of residence, the man heard the thumping of what sounded like webbed feet following behind him. His mind reeled, slowly realizing he was being followed. And, much more to his horror, he realized what it was.
“HIC! Damn you, Fizz! Sho yershelf!” the man yelled, hovering about and tripping over himself as he reached for his pistol.
Quickly, a flash of blue dashed towards him. He felt himself fall in a puddle of what he prayed was water, and looked up as the small fish man stood on top of his bizarre trident. “Damn you, you stupid, bloody-“
He was interrupted by a cackle from Fizz, you leapt with ease from his makeshift perch, and dashed even more about the alleyway. “Ah, come on Professor! Can’t keep up?”
The professor shot at Fizz, missing him entirely and quite possibly accidently shooting a poor cat from the sounds and yelps that came from the dark. As the man stood in a stupor, unable to comprehend what had happened, Fizz snuck around him and quickly grabbed the pistol with his webbed hands. He then threw it in the air, and jumped towards it. The man watched in awe has his stone trident suddenly glowed a soft blue, and with ease, shattered the hunk of metal into nothingness. 
As the remains of his last gun fell upon the earth, the professor stood in a drunken rage over Fizz. “Ye bastard, that’s the tenth damn gun ya-HIC! Ya broke this month!”
“Well, good sir, if you would just TELL me what you know of the supposed Black Mist that keeps coming around the Harrowing, MAYBE I wouldn’t keep pestering ya!” Fizz said playfully. The grasped for him, missing every time from Fizz’s dexterity, and from his own intoxication.
“I told ya, me and the town ain’t evah gonna help yer slimey-hold still would ya-we ain’t evah going to help ye damn arse out! You’ve plagued us for years now, why should we-OW!”
Fizz had jumped on top of the man’s head and swatted him keenly between the eyes. “That’s for your language. Even I’ve learned those are bad words to say.”
“I CAN SAY WHATEVER I WANT!”
“Can you say Demacianoxiusyordleriffic then ten times?”
The man stopped, thought about it, and tried to mouth the syllables. He then realized what he was doing, and once again continued his doomed chase after Fizz.
It had been years since Fizz had left his home, and though he had only grown an additional foot, he would have been considered a full grown adult by his beloved people. The years had made him even more agile and quick witted. He had also taught himself the tongues of man, after discovering the filthy hole known as Bilgewater, for he suspected they may lead him to an answer of where his people had gone.
“JUST STAY SHTILL YOU DAMN FISH!”
Fizz only giggled some more, and taunted the drunk man til he collapsed upon the ground. “There there now professor…I just wanna know…what is it about this black mist that people fear, and has it been seen producing weird monsters?”
The professor looked sadly up at the expressive eyes of Fizz, a defeated man. “Fine…no, not that I’ve sheen. From what I’ve gathered, it spawns from the Shadow Isles. I don’t know if it’s the origin of the monsters that took yer people though Fizz.”
He looked up at Fizz, seeing sadness for the first time since he met the young boy years ago. “Fizz….the people here don’t know what to do with ya. Why don’t you just go away, someplace else to find them. I hear the yordles are brilliant, and maybe Bandle City could help ya! You’ve been homeless for so long, my boy…”
Fizz looked up at the drunken man, thinking about that idea. He had stumbled upon Bilgewater after almost a year alone in the ocean. There was something about it that drew him to stay in the area. Maybe it was that it was so close to his old home, or the stench of people that lived here, or the fondness of the sea they all had. But Fizz oddly felt belonging in this hell hole, even if no one welcomed him openly. 
The normal noise of the city was broken by a sharp, clanging bell, alerting the pirates of the town to danger at the docks. The two men shot their heads up, and looked upon the setting sun that seemed to nestle the dock. In the waters, great thrashing and destruction had begun to occur. Quickly, Fizz left the drunkard to his stupor, and jumped across the roofs and alleyways of Bilgewater. With grace, he grabbed various ropes and lines that lay littering across this way and that, and flung with ease towards his goal. Finally, after hoping about, he landed down near the docks. 
“DAMN IT ALL TO HELL, ONE OF THEM DAMN SHIPS CAPTURED A DRAGONSHARK AND NOW IT’S LOOSE!” Fizz overheard a sailor scream. He looked at the harbor, the dark and jagged fin of the might beast piercing above the shallow harbor water. Suddenly, it leaped from the water and bit at a small wooden ship, crushing it with its might teeth. 
“Its angrier than Gangplank without oranges! How the hell we gonna get that thing taken care of?”
“Lads, that wasn’t why the bell was sounded…LOOK!”
The sailors and pirates of the dock looked in horror as a black warship appeared on the horizon. The sails unfurled, their insignia flowing, bringing upon it death and destruction.
“By the gods…is that a Noxian warship,” they began to mutter. Fizz looked upon the horrendous ship, having only dealt briefly with the cruelty of the great Noxus Empire. He knew that if that ship managed to get to shore, the pirates would be overtaken while many of their finest ships had sailed earlier that week for splendor and plundering.
“They know we’re defenseless. My God….we’re all gonna die! ALERT THE TOWN! TO YOUR QUARTERS!” one pirate began to scream. The men and women sprang into action, praying that they had enough time to get their loved ones away from the city in time.
Fizz looked at the dragonshark though, and realized that while it lay in the harbor, these poor souls were doomed to be locked upon the island that housed Bilgewater. “I’ve gotta do something,” he muttered.
He ran past the crowd, their stares and looks of shock only fueling his determination as he dove into the water. The last thing he heard before the crashing of water was their gasps as he rashly jumped into the dragonsharks reach.
The beast swam with ease through the harbor, cutting through some ships like paper. It’s eyes gleamed with rage and fear, unable to determine where to go after being plucked from his home in the reef. Fizz swam for him, and as the beast turned, he darted towards his fin.
He smacked the beast with the pole of his trident, wishing not to harm the animal anymore than he could. “Hey! Big guy! Follow me to get out of here!”
The shark seemed more annoyed by the tap, and reeled around and began to chomp at Fizz. With precision, Fizz swam about the shark, leading him through the harbors waters and towards the open.
However, he felt himself flung out of the water by the strong body of the shark. As he lay dangling in the air, he looked down at the beast, fearing this was the last image he would see. Yet a peculiar scar that ran across the face of the shark seemed to catch his eye.
“Chomper!?” Fizz screamed.
The dragonshark heard Fizz, and quickly shut his gaping mouth. As Fizz fell into the water, the shark swam around him, eyeing his long lost friend.
“CHOMPER! It is you,” Fizz yelled with joy. He grabbed the large snout of the beast, and squeezed tightly. “My goodness, you’ve grown FAT haven’t you! Good on you Chomper!”
Their happy reunion was cut short though by the sound of cannon fire. Shots rained down about them, the shrapnel and cannonballs of the Noxian warship landing closer and closer to the city. “Oh no! They’re not going to get out in time!”
Fizz emerged from the water, looking in horror as the ship sailed closer and closer, like a black death that would never stop. “I’ve got to stop them. But how,” Fizz said.
He looked about the harbor, watching many faces he’d grown to know of the years show genuine fear and despair as they scrambled to gather their belongings or loved ones and run. He felt his heart sink, remembering the sensation to feel alone.
Looking upon the ship, he remembered the mantra he had chanted over and over again to himself.
“Save them from the shadows. Lead my people from them. Bring them back home.”
Without hesitation, Fizz leapt on top of Chomper, patting him on the head. “Listen old friend, I know it’s been a while, but I need your help now. Can you do that?”
The great shark nodded in approval.
“Alright then buddy. Guess what?”
Fizz pointed his trident towards the great ship, and felt Chomper rush towards it.
“FEEDING TIME!”
As they approached the ship, Fizz ordered Chomper to jump out of the water. They crashed across the deck, the unsuspecting Noxian sailors caught off guard by the monster that now began to devour them with ease. “SON OF A-KILL THAT DAMN THING!”
The soldiers readied their blades and rushed towards Chomper. Sadly, they soon felt their blades be ripped from their bodies. As well as their hands.
Fizz jumped about the deck, his trident glowing blue and bathed in blood as he stabbed and ripped the soldiers apart. He fought with the strength of ten men it seemed, and moved as if he was dancing. Quickly, Fizz and Chomper dove back into the water.
Then, with a powerful lunge, Chomper ripped through the metal plated hull of the ship, splitting open its dark belly. The Noxian sailors rushed about in panic, unable to determine what to do. The confusion suited Fizz happily. With ease he ran through the ship, attack the soldiers that planned on harming his new home, and ordering in key places for Chomper to attack.
The great dragonshark continued to consume the ship, taking it piece by piece while it sank. Finally Fizz found himself once again dockside, the screams and yells of the crew only drowned out by the barking of their commander.
“BRING ME THAT DEVIL’S HEAD, OR I’LL KILL YOU ALL MYSELF,” screamed the commander. He pulled from his side a dark axe that was stained from blood. He rushed towards Fizz, his eyes as black as the beasts Fizz fought so long ago. They too held the manic look within them, and this man’s mouth frothed with raged, specks of spit being lost within his unkept beard. “I will eat you alive monster!”
“Funny, that’s what my shark does!”
With a scream, the commander hoisted his axe up, and slammed it towards Fizz. Across the deck they moved, Fizz’s trident parrying as best as it could the black death that would befall him if he so much as made the fraction of a mistake.
Chaos continued about the two men in battle, screams of soldiers being eaten alive or being drowned by the watery devil that darted across the deck. They paid no head to it, instead, determined to end the other. Fizz jumped from the tattered ropes of the sinking ship, and taking quick stabs at the man before him. The commander in turn grabbed crates of supplies, and hurled them with ease towards his intended victim.
Barely dodging out of the way, Fizz ran towards the commander, and impaled him upon his trident. Hot blood splattered the water soaked boards of the ship, with the primal scream of the commander piercing the air. 
The commander dropped his axe in pain, but then pulled himself closer on the trident towards a horrified Fizz. Grasping him within his clutches, he lifted him in the air, slowly crushing his newt shaped head and tendrils within his gauntlets.
“What sayest you now, devil! You have no hope of survival! I will CRUSH YOUR SKULL!” he cackled madly.
Fizz began to taste blood, as his body slowly gave way to his imminent death. His eyes began to roll back, reliving the fight he had so long ago against the black beast. Yet, a familiar smile crossed his mouth, as he saw an old friend dive underneath the ship.
“Sh….shar…”
“What did you say,” the commander hissed.
Fizz stared back at his commander, a great smile upon him, and screamed, “SHARK!”
Chomper dove up from underneath the failing ship, piercing through its entire body, and gnashing the commander within his teeth. His screams were only matched by his blood spilled, dropping Fizz as he was dragged through the ocean’s water, never to be seen again.
The newly made hole was all that was needed to bring the once mighty warship to its watery grave. Fizz jumped from the ship, diving deep into the water as pieces of mast and planks surrounded him.
As he struggled to swim to shore, he felt a familiar nudge of Chomper’s snout against his back. “Hey buddy…you were amazing out there.” Chomper gently lifted Fizz unto his back, and swam him back to Bilgewater.
“Don’t get too close now buddy…They may not want to see either of us, and I’d rather us not survive one potential death to land in another.”
But a strange noise was heard as they swam closer to the harbor. A noise the young fish had not heard in a long time.
They were cheering for him.
“FIZZ! FIZZ! FIZZ!” They shouted in unison and glee. The men and women lifted him from his friend, and hoisted him upon their shoulders. He looked on in awe, noticing how some men began shoveling fresh meat to Chomper, cheering for the great dragonshark as well.
“You did it Fizz! You saved us all!” one sailor said.
“You’re always welcomed home to us my boy!” cried another, his face wet with tears of joy.
Fizz fell silent, unable to comprehend his feeling. He knew this victory was just one in his quest for to find his people. A small stepping stone needed towards his greater path. Yet, as the strange sensation had come so long ago, Fizz felt it leave for the first time in years.
He was not alone, and wouldn’t ever be again.