Perspectives in Fishing
In one of my writing classes, we had to write something but in different view points throughout the text. This was a prologue for a story I had started writing. I used the ideas in the beginning scene and change it to include different view points of the characters.

As Tempest
Tempest shot awake with a start and before he even got the chance to get up, some mysterious force flung his best friend Aeon into him. Tempest rolled a few feet along the dock, his friend tumbling with him, and there was a splash as the fish Aeon was trying catch shot out of the water, sailing across the air as if it were a graceful bird in that moment. Tempest diverted his eyes to the bright skies as the rainbow colored fish flew by him and landed a few feet on the other side of the dock flapping around with erratic movements as it tried to propel itself back into the water. Bewildered, Tempest looked over at Aeon who's mouth dropped open in surprise. Tempest didn't know what to think or how to respond from his state of being half-asleep still.

"That fish will be mine..." Aeon whispered to Tempest with a look of determination written over his face.

Without another word, Aeon launched himself over Tempest's body with it seemed a plan to wrestle the fish into submission. Tempest ducked out of the way, watching his friend dive for the fish, but as Aeon came in closer, he didn't see how close the fish was to the edge of the docks. It was so close in fact, that it flopped back into the water before Aeon could snatch it and the little elven boy, not being able to stop himself, went tumbling in after it.

Tempest blinked his eyes in a sort of disbelief and as Aeon's head surfaced spitting water out of his mouth, Tempest roared out in laughter, holding his sides as he rocked back and fourth on the dock. He closed his eyes tightly though episodes of giggles, not seeing Aeon's brows narrowed underneath his wet, blonde hair, annoyed at the whole situation.

"Well, if you were awake, we could have caught it together. Now it's gone," Aeon sighed matter of factly shrugging his shoulders.

"Aeon, you should have seen the look on your face. You really thought you had it," Tempest said in a few last breaths of a chuckle.

"Well, maybe if I lived in Emfei Fien as long as you, I would be a better fisherman."

As Aeon
But Aeon's people, the elves, lived in the forests not so far away and it was Tempest's people, the Shas, who had lived here on these docks of the Nais continent for a long time now. Like all Shas Aeon had seen, they looked all human with the exception that they had a tail and ears similar to that of a cat. In addition, their skin tones were of light blue and green colors. The feline people had gone quite attached to their home and like most cats with a curious nature, they were intrigued by the fish in the ocean and became quite good at the task of catching them. The Shas measured their worth this way and held fishing tournaments every midsummer. Aeon looked over at Tempest wondering how some one who much more lazy and slept more frequently than him could catch a fish with no trouble at all.

As Aeon floated in the water, he still thought about how his sharper elven senses could never help him snag a decent sized fish. He remembered one instance when he had caught a minnow and was the talk of the town in a humorous way for a few weeks. This time was the closest he had ever came to catching a real winner and now the fish was gone somewhere far off into the distance. He thought it might have been genetic or it was something that just came natural that Aeon himself could never grasp.

Maybe he would just take a vacation from fishing all together and stick to eating the simple, yet delicious foods the elven people cooked. These were all things that came from the earth. Vegetables and fruits that were flavorful and two times their size. Aeon always seemed to have a difficult time eating more than one. However, he always remembered to save room for fresh baked bread that was sometimes made from many grain types or stuffed with cheese. On the rare occasion, the bread would be made with both, and Aeon's mouth drooled at the thought, until he realized being in the water made him rather cold.

"So, what were you dreaming about?" Aeon asked as he pulled himself back up onto the dock. He stood tall for his age on his feet and began trying to curl up his clothing to wring out the water a little.

"Oh," Tempest began as Aeon watched him bring a finger to his temple as if trying to think. "Hmm, I think it was a girl. Yeah, there was a girl."

"Eww, a girl? Gross," Aeon replied.

As the Fish
Once the little boy had pulled himself out of the water, the fish swam back to the docks with curiosity running through his mind as he watched the two boys talk to each other. Perhaps they were making more tactics to attempt to catch another fish again, but as much as the fish would watch as the tailed people tried to catch his friends with an iron hook, he could never understand why. The fish didn't know what was the purpose and he thought maybe didn't need to know. After all, the tailless one was so intent on catching him, the boy just had to have some deeper meaning in the end.

It was just too much for his brain to gather and solve the mystery of these hooks. He just knew that some members of his community had never came back to the waters once they were taken by the hooks. So, what was his excuse for getting snagged today? He usually tried to avoid the hooks at all costs, but on certain cases like today, he fell asleep. Drifting through the water with his eyes closed and mouth open breathing normally, he recalled the sudden tug that yanked him awake and sent him flying into the air. He didn't go down without a fight though and somehow, even though he seemed to be outnumbered by not being in his home environment, his effort made him back into the water, safe and sound.

As if a sign was telling the fish to move, a new tailed person dropped something heavy onto the dock. The object's impact as it fell vibrated down into the posts that supported the dock and into the water shaking the fish up a little. The fish turned its gaze to the person and knew this was no average fisherman. In the basket that was dropped, the fish gathered there were tools of mastered skills handed down through generations and generations. This tailed man would not be leaving the docks tonight without a fish, and the fish, well he would not stay around to find out who would be caught.

The fish lingered one last second, only seeming to lock eyes with the fisherman for a moment and in that glance, the fish flicked his fins and did not hang around any longer. The fish cut through the water like a hot knife in butter and was gone to what seemed far enough to live the rest of his days alive and secure, without another hook in his mouth. He hoped so anyway.

As Gramps
Before the elf boy could say anything else about his loss, Gramps dropped his rather large woven basket next to Tempest on the ground, and he gave them both a look of angry contempt. The kids were in the way again. Gramps watched Tempest swallow hard as he looked up and formed an innocent smile at the old man. They were just forcing a smile of respect, he thought. After all, they owed it to him.

Gramps outlived most of his family by chance and over the years, the only thing he could remember well was how to catch fish and he was still one of the best according to his thirteen year winning steak at the fishing tournament. He boasted about it proudly and one of the reasons he allowed people to call him Gramps was because he felt it made him wiser than everyone else. Well, either that, or he had forgotten his real name, because he couldn't remember that as well. "Well, are ya going to move?" Gramps mumbled as his eyes glared down into the woven basket, deciding which on his bait. His ears seemed to always droop down, from either annoyance or old age.

"Oh, yeah sorry, we were trying to fish and I fell asleep," Tempest answered.

"What are ya doing, sleeping in the middle of the day on the docks? Ya know, your mother has been calling you all day!"

"That probably wasn't even my ma. And it was some other kid being called I bet."

"Nonsense! I know what I heard!" Gramps replied shaking his bamboo fishing rod at Tempest, pointing at him. "Anyway, it's just not right for young kids like yerself to be day dreaming like that."

"Okay, fine fine. We're leaving then," Tempest said as he began to get up, pushing himself off the dock with his hands.

"I hope you catch something."

"I got all the skill I need, kids," Gramps said with a wave of his hand.

Gramps set his perfect bait and cast out into the water. Not long after the boys had left the docks thankfully and his cast, he was hauling a bright rainbow colored fish out of the water. He held it up into the air, turning back to the boys as its scales glittered like sparkling glass in the fading sunset. The boys, especially the elven one, looked very shocked. Gramps let a smug smile drift across his old wrinkled face as he held his trophy - his prize - and thought, That oughta teach them how real fishing is done.