I set out as I usually do, along my path through the local woods that take me to animal trails, where I follow Those paths made by nature's fauna. They take me deep into the woods, far from the prying hands of gluttony that we humans possess. It's an ugly thing, human touch, We see money or value in an object and tear it to pieces for science, for money, for our desire, and other reasons we generate depending on the person. Its these I fear, for I have carried home what appears to be a small child with a snake tail from the waist down; presumably female, the scales on her tail are red, her hair is the same shade of a bright ruby. She is absolutely filthy, She has dirt all over her and is cold as ice. I did some research on reptilians and I placed her in my bathtub, in an inch of warm water. I managed to work one of my shirts on her, she is a child, but she lacks any clothing. I fear something may have happened to her in the woods, some thing sick and twisted. I hope not. I believe my guest has awoken, There are sounds of water being sloshed about in my bathroom, I must part, diary, for I have business to attend to.
- Nicholas
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My Daughter, Isa
FantasyThe diary and life of a man who discovers an infant mythological creature, a lamia. alone and unconscious The young creature's situation took over his sympathies, and he took her in. this is the diary of his life with His daughter, Isa.
