Fishing At Casterly Rock Episode 5

As fast as my legs can carry my body, I gather up my fishing gear and scoot all the way back to the marketplace. In my rush I did not see my fishing basket full off trout and it was not me who caught them. That is all complimentary of the guardians of Casterly Rock.

“Are you alright lad? You look as white as a sheet! And you are as wet as one that just came out of the washing!” A tall stranger was looking at me quite queerly, clearly started by my appearance. I knew that was one of the people I gave fish to at the marketplace.

I did not sleep one wink at all. At dawn, I restlessly began my walk up to Casterly Rock. I could hear my Piscifun Stainless steel line cutter clatter in my bag. I see the guardian waiting for me at my usual fishing spot before I even turn the corner.

“You did not even ask for an explanation yesterday. You just ran. That is not what a guardian does. He never runs!” The guardian’s slimy finger pointed straight at me.

“I was shocked! You can’t keep that against me! If I were to be a guardian of Casterly Rock, I mean a true guardian, will what I saw yesterday be a reality?”

“Yes, yes Brad, that will be your fate yes. You cannot be a guardian without sacrificing all of who you are and what you are.”

“I can understand now why Mr. Stanley did not want to be like you. He did not want to sacrifice himself in such a way.”

With a grimace, the guardian replies, “That is where you are mistaken Brad. Mr. Stanley’s mind began to toil with him. He saw the riches of Casterly Rock as his own, which it is not. He did not give a dime as to what he was to sacrifice. All he cared about was the money he would get. He didn’t care about what he would look like or what he had to do in order to get that.”

It all becomes quite clear to me now. “So, in order for me to be a guardian of Casterly Rock, I have to sacrifice my soul, become like you, a half human half fish, and fish for trout for the rest of my life? With no gain at all? Just to feed those who are hungry at the marketplace? I do not see why anyone would want to do that!”

“As I said, Brad, you will be compensated in other ways. Ways your imagination will not even fathom. I will expect an answer from you by tomorrow morning. Remember, it’s either be a guardian of Casterly Rock or meet the same fate as Mr. Stanley, you choose.”

With ever way I look at this, I am in deep trouble. With a troubled mind, I spend the rest of the day fishing for trout with a brand new Piscifun Baitcasting Fishing rod, compliments of the guardians. Tomorrow I will meet my fate then…