CHAPTER FIVE - THE EVER FALLING NARWHAL
by Cameron Maynard
You are sitting on the edge of the R.I.O. building looking over the city. It’s noon, but something strange is happening. It’s dark. Darker than it should be anyway and really dark around the edges, almost like the city is being devoured. Which of course is impossible. Right?
“Maybe there’s an eclipse today,” you reason, even though, deep in the pit of your stomach you feel something is very wrong.
The heavy package sits beside you and this supposed Narwhalogist is nowhere in sight. At least it’s quiet and peaceful out here. But this isn’t what you are supposed to be doing.
Actually you aren’t sure what you are supposed to be doing – as an intern, as a writer, as a person. You were just about to give up on your dreams when this job seemed to come out of nowhere.
“Ah well, time to get going,” you say pushing to a stand when a lovely glistening narwhal falls from the sky.
“Believe!” it announces. “Believe! Believe!”
Your jaw drops. Your eyes widen. “What the . . .” you gasp looking over the edge.
The Narwhal hits the ground, and blips out of sight.
Your jaw has dropped so far it almost hops off your head!
“Believe!” you hear the Narwhal call. You look up. The Narwhal has started falling from the sky again, winking at you as it does so.
You fall over your package and scream “Hey! What is going on?”
“Believe! Believe!” The Narwhal calls out, just as it hits the ground once more.
You groan. You know the Narwhal has a point, but you’re sick of it repeating itself. “Please stop that,” you ask.
It falls from the sky again. “Bel . . . what?” the Narwhal asks.
“You are sorta annoying, just repeating yourself,” you call.
“Believe!” the Narwhal sings, hitting the ground again.
“Please! Say something other than ‘Believe! Believe!’ It’s annoying.”
The Narwhal falls past, “Huh?” it asks in its perky voice.
“Can we talk?” you say.
“Sure!” the Narwhal sings, blipping out of existence on the ground and reappearing in the sky. “A darkness is here. It’s eating the city! “You have to BELIEVE!” the Narwhal yells.
“Believe in what?” you ask.
“Believe in yourself! Believe in your abilities! Believe in your creativity. After all . . .” The Narwhal hits the ground again then dives from the sky smiling. “I believe in you! I believe you can do it!”
“Do what?”
“Whatever you decide you want to do! Believe hard enough. Work hard enough! And you can succeed!”
You nod. “Okay,” you say. “I’ll believe!”
“Good!” the Narwhal says. “Believe! Believe!”
“Ugg,” you groan. “Oh brother!”
“Maybe there’s an eclipse today,” you reason, even though, deep in the pit of your stomach you feel something is very wrong.
The heavy package sits beside you and this supposed Narwhalogist is nowhere in sight. At least it’s quiet and peaceful out here. But this isn’t what you are supposed to be doing.
Actually you aren’t sure what you are supposed to be doing – as an intern, as a writer, as a person. You were just about to give up on your dreams when this job seemed to come out of nowhere.
“Ah well, time to get going,” you say pushing to a stand when a lovely glistening narwhal falls from the sky.
“Believe!” it announces. “Believe! Believe!”
Your jaw drops. Your eyes widen. “What the . . .” you gasp looking over the edge.
The Narwhal hits the ground, and blips out of sight.
Your jaw has dropped so far it almost hops off your head!
“Believe!” you hear the Narwhal call. You look up. The Narwhal has started falling from the sky again, winking at you as it does so.
You fall over your package and scream “Hey! What is going on?”
“Believe! Believe!” The Narwhal calls out, just as it hits the ground once more.
You groan. You know the Narwhal has a point, but you’re sick of it repeating itself. “Please stop that,” you ask.
It falls from the sky again. “Bel . . . what?” the Narwhal asks.
“You are sorta annoying, just repeating yourself,” you call.
“Believe!” the Narwhal sings, hitting the ground again.
“Please! Say something other than ‘Believe! Believe!’ It’s annoying.”
The Narwhal falls past, “Huh?” it asks in its perky voice.
“Can we talk?” you say.
“Sure!” the Narwhal sings, blipping out of existence on the ground and reappearing in the sky. “A darkness is here. It’s eating the city! “You have to BELIEVE!” the Narwhal yells.
“Believe in what?” you ask.
“Believe in yourself! Believe in your abilities! Believe in your creativity. After all . . .” The Narwhal hits the ground again then dives from the sky smiling. “I believe in you! I believe you can do it!”
“Do what?”
“Whatever you decide you want to do! Believe hard enough. Work hard enough! And you can succeed!”
You nod. “Okay,” you say. “I’ll believe!”
“Good!” the Narwhal says. “Believe! Believe!”
“Ugg,” you groan. “Oh brother!”