The pond was heavy with pale mist. A single, tiny ducklett lingered on the surface of the water, her eyes closed in sleep and belly full of berries.
Cottony clouds filled the sky, but a sliver of moon and a dusting of stars escaped being smothered and sparkled on the pond.
The reflections didn’t waver—the surface of the pond was mirror flat tonight. An odd occurrence, but no one was there—or awake enough—to notice it.
A graceful foot touched the water, sending ripples slowly across the pond ‘til they lapped at the ducklett. She roused and drowsily opened her eyes.
More ripples nudged her, but she didn’t take notice. Was someone there? As far as she knew, she was the only resident of the pond, aside from a few stray magikarp.
It had been a long time since the last visitor, too. Nobody came to this pond if they could help it. After looking around a little and finding nothing, she had half a mind to go back to sleep.
She caught a movement out of the corner of her eye, and turned to face it.
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