Once in a lake there was a tiny fish known as the greenwing. His name was Ernest and for a time, swimming was all that he lived for. His entire life revolved around it. He read about it in fish magazines (printed on unused scales) and wrote articles about it on the underwater wide web. His entire life was nothing but swimming. Greenwings were a rare type of fish, known for their amazing abilities at swimming and blogging, and these things were enough for Ernest. However, in the back of his mind, Ernest knew that he couldn't live on tides and views forever.
A fateful summer day, Ernest was in the lake showing off his amazing skills to his friends. Suddenly something strange and amazing catches his eye. A bright light shinning in the water, a beacon of facination, caught his attention as it moved gracefully through the water. Earnest was interested in impressing his friends, as the luminous orb was fast moving, and declared that he was the only one among them that could catch it.
Backing up to have swimming room, Ernest shot forward intending to catch the glowing ball. He reached it no time, and quickly gobbled it up as greenwings were known for their large mouths. He turned around to show his friends that he had indeed completed his quest, when he noticed that the light seemed to be attached to something. He tried to swim away with it to see what it was, but instead it pulled him, inducing a sharp pain in his mouth. He pulled hard against the strange thing and for a moment it broke free, and he was in charge again, and then just as fast he was once more struggling as if he were in the strongest current he had ever faced. The pain was ever present.
He noticed all too late that he was slowly being pulled backwards, but even worse, he was being pulled upwards as well. Closer and closer he came to the surface of the water, all of his might and ability to swim were of no use to him. He began to tire. The surface loomed over him, once a portal into a strange and wondrous world, it was now the gaping maws of a hungry predator reaching out to devour him. He strained with all of his might, once more the line slacked and he thought he was free. He shot straight down, and once more a sharp pain shot from his mouth as he was literally ripped backwards. His strength gone, Ernest was hefted from the water.
He had heard tales of this before, of his friends being abducted by giants in large floating leaves, and he silently cursed himself for falling for the giant's tricks. He knew they were most likely going to eat him, as only the smallest of his fellow aquatic friends had slipped away from the giant's grasp and lived to tell their horrid tale. Most other fish thought them mad, they were usually the less reputable fish and so few believed them. However, grasped by the giants now in their white scales, he knew that the stories were all true. These didn't seem interested in eating him, however, as they placed him in a small container that was filled with several other fish, all of them rare. Ernest knew that he had to act fast, something strange was going on here. He knew that if he could reach the surface of this tiny pond, he could return to his lake and be free from the giants before they could attempt to lure him in with shiny lights again. However, just as he was about to put his plan into action, the giants placed a large clear object over the top, trapping him inside. He was now trapped with strangers, heading to places he did not understand...
(There, hows that for original? If you want more, let me know.)
