The Ballad of Love: Chapter 1
So, this story is still being developed. I am writing an overall story arc that will encapsulate different periods and the year's holidays. This story revolves around Valentine's Day and how sometimes making a wish is not always the best.
Chapter One:
The Encounter
There was smoke everywhere, and the smell of gunpowder and blood filled the air. A horrid reek of death floated without a care. The sound of gunfire and explosions deafen the ears, straining to hear anything above the ringing. Looking up through smoke-filled air to see the blue sky, the bear lay there, lost in his delusions. He heard someone shouting from a distance away, though they were beside him. The panic streaked across their face; the bear wondered why. He looked down and noticed something red on their arms.
"That looks like blood. Whose blood is that?" the bear thought as he looked further down and noticed the red gushing out of a wound in his chest.
"Is that… Is that my blood?" The bear thought for a moment. "Oh, right. I was shot. They took us by surprise. I hope I served them well…"
Everything fades to darkness.
The beeping sound came to the bear's ears, but the world was dark. He felt energy course through his veins like an electrical current. The stimulation caused him to take a breath as excitement and fear crept into his mind. He floated in space for a long while and felt his member grow from the excitement.
He looked down and noticed electrical energy dancing over his enormous and muscular body. As he watched, he noted how the energy focused on his hands. He was nude as his member stood horizontal with the… well… there was no floor. But if there were one, it would be flat with it.
As the bear went to reach for his erection, he heard voices from a distance. "Doctor, we're losing him."
"Hit him with a charge again."
"Yes, sir!"
"Charging! CLEAR!"
The bear felt another electrical current race through his body, this time more painful than the last. His eyes snapped open, and he instantly sat straight up in bed, grabbing the doctor and a nurse by the throat.
The bear looked at the two momentarily before realizing who they were and let go. "My apologies!"
The doctor adjusted as the bear looked at him, noticing a lion's slender yet impressive build. His golden fur matched perfectly with his chestnut brown mane. "Think nothing of it; it is a valid natural reaction. I am Dr. Thomas; do you remember anything from before?"
The bear looked at his hands for a moment, thoughts racing through his head, "I almost killed an innocent; what is this war turning me into?"
"Mr. Myron. Are you…okay?" another voice said off to his right. It was a slightly higher register than Dr. Thomas, and the bear felt a hand touch his shoulder. Myron looked up, and, in that moment, time stood still. He started with the pink-feathered hand before moving to the arm that disappeared into a blue scrub, eventually resting his eyes on the nurse's head. Standing before him was a flamingo of the most impressive pink and white feathers he had ever seen. His beak was a shade of magenta that Myron could not place, but he noticed the ink-dipped tip contrasting with the golden-amber eyes. The flamingo had many feathers tied back, resting high on his head.
"I'm… all right, I think. Where am I?" Myron said as the flamingo removed his hand.
"You are at the New York General Hospital in New York. After they stabilized you in Ukraine, you had a bullet fragment dislodged in one of your lungs. They could not remove it without causing considerable damage, so your family brought you here," Dr. Thomas said as Myron froze.
"My family? More like my father. He was appalled by my decision to fight against Russia, and as his only heir, I am more of an investment than a son," Myron thought as he looked towards the hall window and saw his father looking at him.
"I see. How am I now?" Myron asked as the doctor hesitated.
"You went into cardiac arrest. We will be watching you closely for the next twenty-four hours. You have a long road to recovery, but we will be here every step of the way," the doctor said as he turned to the nurse and nodded before leaving.
Myron looks back to the flamingo, who pushes him back into bed. "You've had a great ordeal. You should try to get some rest."
Myron looked deep into the flamingo's eyes and said, "What is your name?"
“Arlie. Arlie Kalei.”
"Petro. It is a pleasure meeting you," Petro said as the flamingo blushed a little before straightening up.
"Get some rest, bear. You will need it."