The Heron

The river was still, which was a good thing for Zambak. She will have an easier time catching breakfast when the water doesn’t move and hinder her from her prey. She carefully watched the water, focusing her eyes on it. She was staying very still, not making a move that would scare her breakfast away.

She saw something move. It was a small fish, the size of the whole hand. She watched as the fish slowly swam closer and closer, oblivious to Zambak. The water was murky and green. Thanks to her skin, which was a dull green, she could easily blend in with the environment. She waited for the right moment to strike. If she struck right now, she would miss her target and start the waiting all over again.

She waited and waited, and when she had her opportunity, she struck down at the water so fast that the fish didn’t have time enough to react. She grabs a hold of it, taking it out from the water and into her mouth. She bit down at the head. The fish squirmed and flipped its tail, trying to get out. But it was impossible. And under five minutes, the fish stopped.  

Zambak went and sat on the waterside. She began to tear away the head and the fins with her sharp teeth as it was inedible. She spat the inedible parts on the side and turned to sank her sharp teeth into the flesh of the remaining body.

It only took her 15-20 minutes to finish it. And when she finished, she walked back into the water, taking the inedible parts with her. She stood in the water and threw the parts into the water to attract some more fish. She ate one today, one or three more would satisfy her hunger.

She watched as some fish swam over to the inedible parts and began to eat them. She was about to walk over until she picked up a weird scent coming from somewhere around her. She turned her head in all directions, thinking that it was a hunter somewhere nearby.

She looked and turned some more until she finally found the source. She looked over to her side and saw a Heron sitting on a root that was sticking out from the water. The Heron looked at her, and she looked back at it.

She noticed how it didn’t look like a normal heron. It had different colors, and its eyes were red. That thing was definitely not a normal heron.  

She wondered why it was here, then she thought that it's probably here because it was hungry. Zambak didn’t mind that at all. This river was for everyone to use, and no one can own it.

She turned back to look at the fishes, not bothered by the Heron. But what she didn’t know was that the Heron wasn’t here because of hunger, it was here for something else. It was here for her.

To be continued.



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