I've decided I just want to fill this site up. Looking at all the zeros on the sides is making it just a trifle boring...alright...not a trifle then. It has become an eyesore to look at...no offense. Anyway...this is a story I wrote a long time ago and no longer have any intention(right now) of finishing. Enjoy...and please...do tell me what you think.

CHAPTER 1

Bass ran, his breath heavy in his chest as he heard the shouting behind him. He knew he had to hide. He didn't know why, all he knew was that if the villagers got their hands on him he'd end up dead. His head severed from his body and his heart buried six feet under. He stumbled through the dark, thankful that the thunder covered the sound of his scrambling footsteps. And he ran, ducking under branches, all the while looking for a good place to hide, however, he quickly scrapped that idea when he heard the sounds of howling and barking in the distance.

They had set the hounds on him, which meant that Lord Draken had joined the hunt. Only the noble had hunting hounds whose bloodlines were kept especially pure, since, they had enhanced smelling capabilities. Any other dog bred with them would just have weakened the bloodline.

Bass ran even faster, hurtling through the darkness until he felt rushing water underfoot. He had stumbled upon a stream and as his mind was processing the implications of this the sky suddenly thundered and rain poured down in a torrent.
He cursed his bad luck. Just when he thought it was turning good the weather had to worsen. He knew he had a chance of escaping the dogs by using the stream and the rain would further erase his scent but he no longer had a home to go to. It had been burned down by the villagers, and now, he was probably going to come down with hypothermia. He had no coat and no belongings except for the food he had hurriedly thrown inside his pack and even that was getting wet. He was already turning cold. Again, he cursed his rotten luck.

He forged through the steam which reached to a little below his knees. He stumbled a couple of times, and once or twice, was even close to falling. He walked and walked and walked, thinking of nothing but the need to get away. He slowed after a while when he heard the yapping in the distance starting to get fainter and fainter.

"Stupid grabbits, what did I ever do to them?" He'd been asking himself that question ever since Jardan, his best friend, warned him to run away, immediately. He kept walking downstream, in the direction which would take him the farthest from the village. He kept going until he felt his felt legs were going to collapse. He knew he had to stop so he stumbled out of the stream and fell against a tree.

When Bass was able to sit he blew warmth on his hands a couple of times and then proceeded to warm up his right leg vigorously. It took a couple of minutes before his leg started feeling again. He repeated the action with his other leg. When all immediate concerns were done he started feeling the cold which had seeped into his clothes a long time ago. The cold, which he had been able to ignore a little when faced with the problem of his leg, came to the front of his mind and his shivering increased.

The tree helped in sheltering Bass from the rain but he didn't have a cover to keep him warm. He knew that the way the weather behaved where he was, it would likely snow anytime soon and he'd end up a human popsicle in the morning. The weather in the Kathragya mountains was always freaky and unpredictable. People say it was some wizard's magic gone awry.

As he was pondering his fate and getting more and more depressed by the minute due to his life falling in tatters, the cold and . . . the cold, something fell on his shoulders. Oddly enough, by what he could see of it, it had toes, feet, legs, and it was giggling on top of him. When he looked up he saw a human-looking face staring back at him . . . and it was female.

Normally, in ordinary circumstances, Bass would think he was the luckiest men alive to find a pretty girl straddling him on his shoulders, but since these weren’t ordinary circumstances and he was in the Kathragya mountains he gave an embarrassingly girlish shriek and tumbled her off his shoulders.

Bass quickly scrambled away from her and found himself outside the protection of the tree and again being drenched by the rain. He didn’t care about that though. He was being stalked by a three and a half feet high girl that, from the outline of her body, seemed to be impossibly curvaceous.

When the cold finally cleared his mind into thinking, he knew that he faced a nymph. She slowly walked towards him and the knowledge of what nymphs did to the men they kidnapped spurred him into crawling backwards like a crab until he found himself tumbling awkwardly into the river butt first.

The nymph burst out laughing, obviously not affected by the cold. Bass came up spluttering, his nose spewing out the water he had breathed in instead of air. He felt awful. He was drenched and colder than he had ever been in his life. The nymph kept coming, and suddenly, to him, the idea of her taking him didn’t seem so bad after all. It ran through his head that the tales people said about the nymphs couldn’t possibly be all true. They’ve never really been confirmed and besides, not being cold and shivering at the moment seemed like a great idea. Bass knew, subconsciously, that the cold had something to do with him changing his mind but he didn’t care at the moment. The nagging voice in his head was drowned out by the loud noise of his teeth chattering.

Bass could feel his private parts going numb, and the orders his brain was sending his legs didn’t seem to be reaching them. They seemed to be getting lost somewhere on the way.

When the nymph giggled again, Bass looked up for the source and he could see, when the rain wasn’t streaming into his eyes too much that is, that she was beautiful, in a sort of wet, bedraggled, miniature doll sort of way.

Bass tried to get out of the water again but she was there before he could try…and maybe fail. Instead of pulling him out of the water in as comfortable a way as possible though, like what any NORMAL person would do, she grasped one of his feet and dragged him out of the water like a sack of grain. This plunged him underwater again and all his nice thoughts about her went to hell. The cold was suffocating him and he was going to strangle her if he could just move my hands. Unfortunately, like his feet, they couldn’t move at all.

Bass knew she was trying to help him in some weird alien way of hers since he obviously couldn’t do it by himself, but what was running through his mind was, "Couldn’t she have shown some sympathy and helped me out GENTLY? It’s not like I was too heavy or anything since she could obviously handle me, judging by the way she pulled me around." He kept ranting in his head while she kept dragging him along.

Bass ended up on the bank and while he lay the there, probably looking like some drowned frozen dead person, evil thoughts whirled inside his head. The vision of strangling her was pictured very vividly in his head.

Surprisingly, Bass didn’t feel very cold anymore, even with the rain still drenching him, just…sort of…numb. He reveled in this feeling of no feeling but it bothered him a bit that he couldn’t seem to get warm.

Bass started feeling sleepy and just as he was closing his eyes a hard slap came his way. He opened his eyes immediately and the nymph’s big head was right there above him.

“Don’t sleep or I’ll hit you again”.

'Right, like that would work on me.' Bass thought sarcastically since he really couldn't say anything. The cold had taken away his powers of speech. Bass was starting to feel sleepy already, but then, the nymph hit him before he could even think about doing something about it which pretty much stopped him effectively.

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There it is. First chapter. I don't really like it that much because I think the style changes too much and I've put in my own style of speaking in a few lines. It makes it kinda awkward to read, but nevertheless, I hope you find a hint of something interesting in it.