When I was a kid, I was already a very lonely one; I had almost no friends and was an only child for the first decade of my life until my younger brothers were born, so to make up for the lack of human interaction in my life, I was known for having a fertile imagination.
Wherever I went, whenever it was, all my family says that they remember me having more imaginary friends than any kid they could name.
They weren’t just your common made up goofy creatures or the princess still waiting for a price though; they were many Mitholigical creatures like fairies, dwarves or sometimes small dragons.
That may be one of the things that may come in handy later, as I’m not sure myself if what I saw was real or just the imagination of a kid, who was so scared that they tried to make an excuse for something seemingly completely normal. Im fifteen as I’m writing this, though to tell this story we have to go back to when I was around eight or nine.
I was living in Portugal back then, and still am to this day, with the exception that now we live in the capital and not in the outskirts of a smaller city; but that’s not important for this story right now. What’s important however, is that when I was younger, my mother and I used to go with her friends on small trips south to a beach fairly know for it’s tourism and we went there every summer without an exception until this happened.
On this particular year, it was only me, my mother and one of her friends, who dragged his nephew who was my age along. With names it’ll be easier, though for privacy reasons I’ll have to change them; let’s say that my mom’s friend is Vitor and that the boy is Afonso.
As soon as we arrived to the small makershift parking lot, me and Afonso immediately jumped out of the car, grabbing our beach toys and sprinting to the beach.
Neither of the adults was worried, since they knew we were smart kids and wouldn’t go further than the place where the water met the sand, so they took their time taking some of the crucial things from the car trunk and eventually met up with us in the beach itself.
The day was overall fun and rather relaxed.
At least until we decided to go in the water for the last time before heading to the cabin where we would be staying for the night, so while my mom was taking sunbaths, me, Victor and Afonso went for that one last swim.
About ten minutes pass normally and we are playing tag in the water. I was hiding under the surface so it would be harder for them to spot me, when suddenly a pain in my right leg made me scream underwater.
Before I knew it I was being pushed to the depths of the lake, the pain only increasing as something seemed to dug in my flesh, my arms reaching just above water to signalate that I needed help while trying to swim away from this senseless grip. It’s amazing how the human being can be so strong when it’s life depends on it.
After a while, my overall whimpy body gave up and I was dragged further in the bottom, my eyes starting to make everything darker and fuzzier.
Last thing I remember, would scare me for life: a gigantic dragon-like figure in an ill shade of green and traumatizing, glowing amber eyes was almost biting my leg off.
I was in such a state of shock, I think I must have blacked out. It wasn’t until later that I’d wake up in the warmth of my cabin’s room, my aching leg now bandaged up. I immediately screamed for my mom, who just casually walking in after hearing me call out for her. First thing I remember asking was:
“did you get the monster? ”
” what monster? ” my mom asked with a perplexed look on her face
” the monster that pushed me into the water!! ” I overwhelmedly screeched, getting a scold from my mom for it, as here shouting is seen as very offensive. Blame the fact that Iberian languages make you seem like you are screaming at someone half of the time.
” what are you talking about? There was no monster there, you just stepped too deep in the water! ”
I don’t know what exactly happened after, but I do remember alot of arguing with my mother, after trying to convince her that it was something beyond natural that had done this to me. One thing I’m sure of though: if I simply lost my foot in the water, how come that was able to leave a tooth-like scar in my leg?..