“Violence will succeed as long as hate rules our hearts.” — Carennen proverb
Photo © Alastair Forbes, A Mixed Bag
At Annata Lake, the crowned herons continually harassed the ducks. Dyphental admired crowned herons, for like him, they are beautiful and vain, powerful and selfish. One day, Dyphental spotted Carenna, as a nesting mother duck, for Carenna is everywhere there is nurturing.
Dyphental hatched an evil plan. He enchanted a heron egg to be the strongest and fiercest, naming it Huhuro. Casting a seeming-spell on the egg, he slid it into Carenna’s nest. She would slave over raising Huhuro, while Huhuro learned the ducks’ secrets.
Huhuro would become the herons’ greatest champion.
Dyphental laughed when Carenna treated Huhuro the same as her hatchlings. He laughed when she fed Huhuro, taught him to swim, protected him from predators. He laughed when she endangered herself to find Huhuro when he was lost.
When Huhuro was grown, Dyphental returned triumphantly. “Carenna, I have tricked you into giving succor to your enemy! Now he will destroy your weakling ducks!”
Huhuro quacked at the intruder.
Carenna smiled. “You are the one deceived, Dyphental. By letting me raise Huhuro as a duck, he now knows us, accepts us. Come, eat our food. Share our nest. You too can know peace.”
Dyphental screeched and disappeared, defeated again.
Submitted for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction writing challenge. Thank you to Al Forbes for organizing, and for the adorable picture of ducks! You’ll have to imagine the little heron chick swimming around in there — or maybe Huhuro had just gotten lost, and Carenna was about to go find him.
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