[u]The boy of the mountains[/u]
The town of Stickleberry was renowned for its farming community, Covered by the mountains the North, the wasteland to the South, miles of farmland to the West, and to the West the endless waters of the Shoreline. It was not big, nor a trading place, no one came into the community, and no one bothered to leave. Stickleberry was insignificant. Or so the people that lived there so thought.
But one night that all changed. From the fog of the morning travelled a boy, in the Northern mountains, They were said to be a place of death and despair, but that didn’t stop him from his hunting games. He was hunting a bear, as he felt adventurous that particular night. He was just about to shoot, when an object him on the head. Now the boy, he was not rich, nor was he poor, he had no family, and was alone. He was 16, but decided early in life to educate himself on the important things on life, mainly staying alive. He craved the nature that surrounded him, Therefore when the object hit him on the head he thought little of it, and continued to aim at the bear. Suddenly the red, smooth, rounded object began to glow. ‘Glow?’ The boy thought to himself. He touched the ‘stone’ and it began to vibrate, scared he backed away curiously, forgetting the bear which was standing behind him. It was to late.
RAWR! Screamed the bear. The boy screamed in fear, and leapt out of the way as a claw bought a tree tumbling down, and the mighty predator leaped onto him, knocking him onto the ground.
‘My sword where is my sword!’ thought the boy, as he spotted it just out of arms reach.
‘FLABBERGAST IT!’ yelled the boy, he was doomed, the bear bared his teeth, readying for the kill.
Suddenly the sky turned red, filling all line of sight with redness, for miles around the starving sod. When the boy got his eyesight back he noticed a draft running through his body. Momentally forgetting about the danger of the bear, and tried to figure out what had changed. Then he noticed. He was naked! Apart from a lone nappy which fitted snugly on his thin body.
‘What the…’ Before the boy could finish the bear reacted and went in for the kill, the boy didn’t react but grabbed the sword in his outstretched hand, and with his other hand grabbed the muzzle of the bear, and spoke to it in an unknown tongue. Now standing the boy told the bear to go, and to his amazement it complied! Amazed the boy punched the air, but then remembered the item that was caressing from his waste and went about taking it off, only surprised to find that he couldn’t.
‘What is this thing?’ thought the boy, annoyed. He flinched as the infantile attire replied to his question,
‘Why i am your nappy, Matty.’
‘Matty…’ yes that was his name, though it had not been spoken in years.
‘I dont need a nappy!’ Retorted Matty.
‘Oh? But i have chosen you, you should be honored. A great danger is apon your land, i am here to help’
‘Wait… this is insane… how is a… undergarment… talking to me?’
The nappy laughed ‘Magic!’
The boy just looked at the nappy, as his legs suddenly moved by themselves, as he realized it was the nappies doing. They walked from the mountains into the farming village of Stickleberry, nappy in full view.
(To be continued)[/u]