Flute Among Trumpets

This is a school project about adventure stories. The elephant orphanage mentioned is the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust's orphanage, found by Daphne Sheldrick.


7. Ischeers

     Hours later, maybe in the early afternoon, we found a water hole. I was thirsty enough to drink the whole thing dry. We munched on some trees nearby, but our feeding was interrupted by a shrill screech.

"What's that? I can't see anything." Said Mithr.

"It's  coming from that cave. Why didn't I see that before?" I was cut off by a mighty shove from behind, like a million tiny hands all pushing at once. I was sent spinning into the mouth of the cave, Mithr close behind.

     Cold. Icy water, with an irresistible current. It pulled us down and forward, around a bend, and and up into a becalmed space. Suddenly I could breath.

"Hissssshhhh... Why have you come here?" Each word slithered and stretched through my ears, from an indeterminable source.

"We-" I began.

" Silence! We did not ask you to speak!" "Sheesh," I thought, "Short term memory, or minimal intelligence?"

"You have partaken of our water! You shall not leave here until you have suffered the Hundred Pains!' I decided to keep quiet on that one.

"Take them away!" snapped the voice. The million hands again pushed, this time shoving us into a half-submerged cave. We gasped as normal air returned to our lungs. I stared at the surface of the churning liquid; it was filled with unfamiliar energies. Anger emanated from them; I could tell they were simple and violent creatures. And they had us hostage.

"Who are you?" Mithr asked.

"We are the Ischeers." They hissed. With that, they were gone.


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