Once upon a time, there was a little kid with sparkling blue eyes. That kid’s name was Pisces.
Pisces was the quietest child in their little world. They always knew the best hiding spots. But sometimes they could just hide in plain sight and no one would find them for days. Little Pisces was too quiet for their own good.
Little Pisces lived in a house with all of their eleven siblings. Well, some tales say they were siblings, some say they weren’t related at all. No one denied that they were a closely knit family, though.
Anyways, Little Pisces was the youngest of all of their siblings. This made them easily forgettable. That didn’t stop the others from loving Little Pisces, though. And Little Pisces didn’t mind being the smallest one, to be honest. They appreciated silence.
One day, Little Pisces went out of their family’s house without telling anyone. They were curious. ‘What was beyond the schools and beyond this house?’ Pisces asked them self. And soon, they found their answer.
Little Pisces walked and walked and walked until they found a gleaming lake. Despite what their siblings said about how water was usually blue or transparent, the luminescent lake was coloured pink. Dragonflies flitted over the pink water. Hanging over the beautiful lake were two symmetrical willow trees. Once again, Little Pisces was confused. Weren’t willow trees meant to be green, not white?
Little Pisces stepped towards the glowing lake and knelt before it. Looking up at them wasn’t their reflection.
There indeed was a little kid looking up at him. But instead of having short jet black hair or glimmering blue eyes, the reflection had long and flowing red hair with matching red eyes.
Little Pisces waved one of their hands around. The reflection mirrored their actions.
Then, despite the nagging thought in the back of their head, Little Pisces dipped one of their hands into the light pink water.
The moment they dipped their hand in the water, they noticed something had changed. Little Pisces’ hand, still submerged in the water, was covered with scars. The scars were like lines, stretching around their wrists and fingers.
Hurriedly, Little Pisces takes their hand out of the water. It reappeared, dry and scarless. This might have made other, saner people run from the magical lake. Pisces, however, was a curious child. A curious and sheltered child.
So once again, Little Pisces dipped their hand in the pink water. Whatever the water was wasn’t cold. It was lukewarm. Yet it still caused Little Pisces to shiver. Inside the lake held whispers of something, someone. Little Pisces wanted to know what it was.
The whispers were faint, and Little Pisces could only hear them if they leaned down so their face was inches from the water. Whatever words it whispered weren’t coherent. It sounded like a child’s babble.
Little Pisces’ reflection blinked. But that was strange. Little Pisces didn’t blink.
Suddenly, as if their reflection could hear their thoughts, it grinned wide, showcasing bright white teeth that were perhaps a little too sharp.
Perhaps Little Pisces should have run away. They didn’t. That day, they leaned closer to the pink water and gave their reflection a similar smile.
Something was tugging at Little Pisces’ hand. The water itself seemed to be trying to drag them down. And poor Little Pisces didn’t know a lot of things, certainly not drowning. So they lowered them self into the water. Could you blame the poor little child?
But the pink water didn’t fill Little Pisces’ lungs. Instead, it slid off of them.
It was easy to see through the pink water. The walls of the lake… were stained. It was a horrible contrast to the lovely pink colour of the water. Splotches of a terrible shade of red stained the walls of the lake. Whatever happened underneath the lake must have been horrible, Little Pisces thought.
Little Pisces could faintly hear voices above the water. They were familiar.
Little Pisces swam up to the surface and found that their vision was too blurry, far too blurry. They knew that there was someone tugging at their hands, urging them to get out of the water. The words the figure spoke were garbled. Child’s babble.
But Little Pisces trusted the stranger nonetheless. They were sure it was one of their siblings.
The only thing that Little Pisces could see from that day forward was their strange reflection. It was standing in the most confusing of places all of the time. At the end of their bed, at the empty table next to them in school, even at meal times.
Once upon a time, there was a little child named Pisces. Accompanying them was their ever-smiling reflection.
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