Immortal by Lacy Armendariz Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Lacy Armendariz
clouds. Some of them played violins and others danced.
A female grasshopper who was dressed in a long red gown blew a kiss to Jasper. He held his hand in the air, grabbed the kiss, and held it close to his heart. Jasper opened his other hand and took pity on the grasshopper that he had planned to feed to his lizard and the creeper. He released the grasshopper and began to hop through the field alongside it. Jasper thought that he was a grasshopper. He caught tiny bugs in his mouth and ate them. He watched his grasshopper friend hop into the forest and called, “Goodbye!”
He hopped back down to the stream and hid behind a tree, watching the creeper drink from the stream. He hopped toward it and jumped onto its back. The creeper swung its head around and threw Jasper off.
“You aren’t a pig at all! You are a creeper!”
“Yes I am!”
“Are you going to eat me?” Jasper asked.
“No master, I will not eat you.” The creeper replied.
“Master?” He put his hand across his chest. “M-Me? I am your master?”
“Well, are you or aren’t you?” the creeper snapped.
“Yes!” Jasper held his chest out and smiled broadly. “I am Jasper the Great Beast Tamer!” he said. “Oh no! Where is Gabriel?” The poison from the emerald was now wearing off, and Jasper was coming to his senses.
He got inside his buggy and called the creeper to join him. “Creeper!” he called. “Come along with me and we will find Gabriel together. We must find him soon. He must be in a heap of trouble, going after that which who tricked him into thinking she was Staysia. I knew it wasn’t Staysia. I mean, it was plain to me. Did you know it wasn’t Staysia as well? It was quite obvious, wasn’t it?”
The creeper did not reply.
“Creeper?” he said. He looked back to make sure the creeper was still following him. He certainly was. But, he still said nothing.
“I hope he is okay; he and Staysia both. Don’t you, creeper?” Jasper asked.
The creeper said nothing.
“You are the only company I have at the moment, creeper. A reply would be nice.”
“Yes master,” the creeper said finally. “I hope they are alright as well.”
“You were quite easy to train, creeper.” Jasper laughed when he said this. “You know that? You were certainly easy. Hee! Hee!”
“Grr,” the creeper growled.
“Hee! Hee!” Jasper laughed again. “You certainly were! Must’ve been that vine wrapped around your mouth!”
“Or maybe I felt sorry for you!” the creeper replied.
“Now we are having a conversation! See, it’s not so hard to have a conversation, is it?”
Jasper saw in the distance a beautiful troll, beautiful to him at least. She had golden hair and wore a green dress; the color of an emerald.
“It’s my Emerald!” Jasper cried. “Do you see her there? Sitting all alone on the rock? Let’s go keep her company, shall we?”
“That is not Emerald, you fool! It is another trick the witches have brewed. Can’t you see? Just as they have fooled Gabriel, they are trying to fool you!”
Jasper shook his head. “No, you see, that was certainly not Staysia back there.” He pointed to the female troll. “That is certainly my Emerald sitting upon that rock up ahead. I would know my Emerald anywhere. And that is my Emerald.”
The creeper shook his head hopelessly. “That is not Emerald. It is certainly not Emerald.”
But Jasper wouldn’t listen to the creeper’s warnings. He was mesmerized just as Gabriel had been mesmerized. He was in love.
“Come now, creeper! Let’s go speak to my Emerald.
The creeper shook his head again and followed him. “I’m glad I’m not in love as you and Gabriel.”
Jasper turned his head without moving his eyes off of who he thought was Emerald. “What did you say?” he asked.
“Have it your way,” the creeper grumbled. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Uh-huh,” Jasper replied without really hearing what the creeper had said. When they got closer
A female grasshopper who was dressed in a long red gown blew a kiss to Jasper. He held his hand in the air, grabbed the kiss, and held it close to his heart. Jasper opened his other hand and took pity on the grasshopper that he had planned to feed to his lizard and the creeper. He released the grasshopper and began to hop through the field alongside it. Jasper thought that he was a grasshopper. He caught tiny bugs in his mouth and ate them. He watched his grasshopper friend hop into the forest and called, “Goodbye!”
He hopped back down to the stream and hid behind a tree, watching the creeper drink from the stream. He hopped toward it and jumped onto its back. The creeper swung its head around and threw Jasper off.
“You aren’t a pig at all! You are a creeper!”
“Yes I am!”
“Are you going to eat me?” Jasper asked.
“No master, I will not eat you.” The creeper replied.
“Master?” He put his hand across his chest. “M-Me? I am your master?”
“Well, are you or aren’t you?” the creeper snapped.
“Yes!” Jasper held his chest out and smiled broadly. “I am Jasper the Great Beast Tamer!” he said. “Oh no! Where is Gabriel?” The poison from the emerald was now wearing off, and Jasper was coming to his senses.
He got inside his buggy and called the creeper to join him. “Creeper!” he called. “Come along with me and we will find Gabriel together. We must find him soon. He must be in a heap of trouble, going after that which who tricked him into thinking she was Staysia. I knew it wasn’t Staysia. I mean, it was plain to me. Did you know it wasn’t Staysia as well? It was quite obvious, wasn’t it?”
The creeper did not reply.
“Creeper?” he said. He looked back to make sure the creeper was still following him. He certainly was. But, he still said nothing.
“I hope he is okay; he and Staysia both. Don’t you, creeper?” Jasper asked.
The creeper said nothing.
“You are the only company I have at the moment, creeper. A reply would be nice.”
“Yes master,” the creeper said finally. “I hope they are alright as well.”
“You were quite easy to train, creeper.” Jasper laughed when he said this. “You know that? You were certainly easy. Hee! Hee!”
“Grr,” the creeper growled.
“Hee! Hee!” Jasper laughed again. “You certainly were! Must’ve been that vine wrapped around your mouth!”
“Or maybe I felt sorry for you!” the creeper replied.
“Now we are having a conversation! See, it’s not so hard to have a conversation, is it?”
Jasper saw in the distance a beautiful troll, beautiful to him at least. She had golden hair and wore a green dress; the color of an emerald.
“It’s my Emerald!” Jasper cried. “Do you see her there? Sitting all alone on the rock? Let’s go keep her company, shall we?”
“That is not Emerald, you fool! It is another trick the witches have brewed. Can’t you see? Just as they have fooled Gabriel, they are trying to fool you!”
Jasper shook his head. “No, you see, that was certainly not Staysia back there.” He pointed to the female troll. “That is certainly my Emerald sitting upon that rock up ahead. I would know my Emerald anywhere. And that is my Emerald.”
The creeper shook his head hopelessly. “That is not Emerald. It is certainly not Emerald.”
But Jasper wouldn’t listen to the creeper’s warnings. He was mesmerized just as Gabriel had been mesmerized. He was in love.
“Come now, creeper! Let’s go speak to my Emerald.
The creeper shook his head again and followed him. “I’m glad I’m not in love as you and Gabriel.”
Jasper turned his head without moving his eyes off of who he thought was Emerald. “What did you say?” he asked.
“Have it your way,” the creeper grumbled. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Uh-huh,” Jasper replied without really hearing what the creeper had said. When they got closer