Yuri and the death-drive.

 Yuri Lear lived out among evergreens in the great wilderness all alone. He spent his days in the haunted world.  Of  hedgehogs and their dilemmas. 

He lived in a cabin long abandoned by a river that supplied him with fish and fresh water. These were the days of Yuri Lear.

He would day dream of Dragons and Samurai and the quest of one to kill the other.  Yet he was never part of their quest he was simply an observer of dreams.

One day when Yuri was walking home and an Owl spoke to him.

“Your grandmother loved me and my kind. She had owl statues all over her home. She collected idols of birds of prey confused as scholars.” Said the Owl

“I never knew my grand mother.” Said Yuri.

Yuri turned and walked away as the large owls head twirled and danced and watched him walk away. The bird chimed hoot hoot as if it cursed Yuri’s very life.

When Yuri got close to his house he saw something leaving his home. White with black polka dots and a red mane of hair covering its head it had two large goat like horns protruding from its red mane. It was only two foot tall.

It jumped up and closed the door on its tip toes to reach the handle. And waddled off towards the well not kicking up any dirt with its gentle steps. It floated unnaturally up into the air! And then descended rapidly down into the well.

“what in the world!” Yuri whispered and waited staring at the well. Though there was nothing else to see.

He gutted the fish and roasted them over a fire. Unseasoned he devoured them… making sure to pay attention to the well though nothing came from nor went into it. There was only a lonesome wind that move the trees and black clouds strangling the daylight.

He went into the house and found an old torch and the batteries worked after he hit it against his palm. The light flickered into the coming storm like the day demanded a such a storm in the dark on this journey.

The wind was moaning and the sun was setting, but, still the child was brave.

He stood before the well. And climbed up on the hand layered stones seeing that whatever it was… it was not what it seemed. He climbed into the bucket of the well and as possessed with its own will it descended as the rain started to pour around him it was not very slow and comforted by the music of the storm he looked around at the bottom of the well… a cavern with a door. Eight foot by eight wide room and a door thick with brass and made of a heavy wood.

As soon as Yuri stepped out of the bucket it ascended (the rope whistling) as it as pulled by its own will. And he called out to it but it would not return. He thought he could see someone standing at the edge of well. But whatever it was it would not respond.

Reluctantly he went to the door… it was not locked… inside he saw giant Squid in a cavern that could hold a small town.  It moved through the air like it was under water, though it was swimming in aether.

Little squids with Japanese sushi knifes held in tightly wound tentacles circled Yuri and the door like the bucket betrayed him. Locked shut it would not let him leave so he stepped ready to die out into the circle of the squid jabbering about dead children.

The flying giant squid with its large eyes full of a violent and brutal wisdom told his children to carve away the lies of this world… Yuri screamed as the blades hacked away at him. He cried out to no avail. When the pain stopped… he had a red mane and two goatlike horns and his body was an unnatural white with black Polk dots.