Writing has been pretty slow lately. Then again, this is one of my longer chapters as well.
Thank you for the complements by the way, and enjoy!
{Chapter 10: Fishy feelings}
Just when the sun peaked,
The two from the land and sea,
Planned to meet next eve.
Not taking a chance,
They both said their brief farewells,
And sadly parted.
As she returned home,
The morning sun gleamed brightly,
Down into the sea.
The reef was quiet.
Everybody was sleeping,
Likewise her parents.
No one was watching,
Milotic rushed off to bed,
Before morning broke.
After a long while,
She started to hear noises,
Coming from outside.
Perhaps they all woke,
Or someone knew of her plan,
And wants her answers.
It was very tense,
Then someone tapped on the door,
And a voice called in.
It was her father.
"Hurry out of your napping;
Morning has risen."
She felt insecure,
Her guilt made her paranoid,
Of any sound or voice.
Just as Father said,
She yawned and rose out of bed,
She had little sleep.
So brushed her red hair,
Polished her colorful scales,
And primped her tail scales.
As she swam outside,
To do her daily business,
Her father was gone.
"He must have left early."
Milotic thought to herself.
"Must have been urgent."
Seeking company,
She ran into her mother,
Who was sorting gems.
Her mother loved jewels,
Whether valuable or not,
But for their beauty.
The mystic water,
Which Milotic often wears,
Was her most special.
"Good morning, Mother."
Milotic cheerfully said,
Along with a yawn.
"Did you rest enough?
You're usually active."
Her mother wondered.
"I'm very sorry,
It was a long night." said she,
With another yawn.
"Well, keep your head up,
Especially for tonight,
At the Coral Ball."
It struck her so hard,
She forgot about the ball,
That was held tonight.
How could she meet him,
If there is a ball tonight?
This did not look good.
Back on the green land,
Tyranitar was waking,
From his brief napping.
Last night, he returned,
When an unexpected friend,
Ran up to meet him.
Marowak spoke this,
"Why did you make me worry?
I thought you were killed!
Prior to this time,
I heard footsteps in my sleep,
And they were from you.
I saw in the black,
A large, dark figure walking,
Again, this was you!"
This was a surprise,
Tyranitar said nothing,
But stared on with shock.
His friend spoke again,
"Were you in your secret place?
Did you see the girl?"
"Yes, friend." He replied.
"You don't need to fret for me,
It's perfectly safe."
"How do you know this?
After all what your dad said."
Marowak asked him.
"My new friend told me.
And maybe Father's stories,
Were rumors." He said.
Back at the present,
Tyranitar woke slowly,
His head felt heavy.
When he walked outside,
His father was opening,
And setting his shop.
"You are up late, Son."
He said with a jolly voice,
He seemed to not mind.
That hot afternoon,
Tyranitar was sweating,
Over an anvil.
His father trained him,
How to smith and forge items,
That others may use.
The whole day boiled on,
The sun beaming down on earth,
On his sweating head.
Tyranitar worked,
Slowly swinging his hammer,
As he forged onward.
Sweat poured from his head,
But the thought of Milotic,
Brightened up his soul.
Then a voice shouted,
"Son, your leaving the anvil!
Keep yourself focused!"
His father was right,
The smelting was improper,
His fatigue was strong.
The lack of bedrest,
Thoughts of Milotic, the heat,
They effected him.
"Son, is something wrong?
The heat never wears you out."
His father wondered.
"I am alright, Dad.
I just didn't rest too well."
Said Tyranitar.
"Was it a bad dream?
Or you just didn't feel well?"
His father asked him.
"I was spending time,
...With a...friend." He said slowly.
"Are you upset, Dad?"
Now that I think about the upcoming ball, I can really think of more ideas for the story.