The Swamp Spirit

This is mostly fiction, but also a way for me to conceptualize a thought that’s largely a feeling, and how that manifests on my psyche.

The Swamp Spirit lives in the wet lands next the the mulberry farm. It keeps bad people out of it. But recently the humans wanted to put a hospital on these holy lands to protect the sick. The Swamp Spirit let them build, and moved slightly to the west closer to where the demons travel to attack the humans.

The humans notice one day that the demons weren’t attacking. They send their demon guard Rowan to check it out who sees a magical creature with the head and legs of a deer and the body and tail of an alligator growing and zapping away any demons that approach; injuring them into retreating without killing them.

This wasn’t a force of good or bad, if it was a force that was all good it wouldn’t let the demons come back two fold when it’s gone by only injuring them, if it was all bad it wouldn’t be protecting the humans. No this is just a creature doing what its celestial creators designed it to do that’s been conveniently for the humans misplaced for construction on its lands.

This creature appeared around the time the 2nd dose of my antidepressants got into my blood, and this isn’t even it built in my system, this is just a couple chemicals being switched around. For fiction sake I made up the crocodile part, its more like a glowing celestial deer, you know as much as I want to be an honest person about my experiences nothing is stopping me from fictionalizing a couple things.