Hey there, readers! 🙂 Clara here. Though that’s kind of obvious. XD
Today, I’ve got another story for you! I don’t blame you if you’re getting tired of nothing but stories.. but at least I’ve got some pictures at the end of this post! 🙂
Loren, I used the following prompts:
Enjoy my story!
I am Lydia Harper, hunter. Hunted one.
The Fairymen are my worst enemies. Tall as a tree, a moan like a nightmare. Relentless. Cunning. Brave. Brutal.
And they’re hunting me.
They’ll have to catch me first.
I work by day- the Fairymen avoid the light. If I can draw them into the open sunlight, I can kill them. It takes all my wit to lure them, but I’ve had practice….
My pen pauses mid-sentence as Juniper stretches and yawns on my shoulder. She gazes at me with tired eyes. “Morning.” I close my diary and slip in into my bag. “Hey, Juniper.” She rises into the air on minuscule wings and runs her fingers through her dark hair. “Ugh. I have got to take a bath.” I smile. “Okay.”
We head towards a nearby spring where Juniper can bathe while I write in my diary. I settle down on a rock while she splashes noisily.
I suppose I should start back at the beginning.
My only remaining relative was killed by a Fairyman when I was only seven. That relative was my father.
A tear hits the page, leaving a messy splatter. I swallow hard.
It wasn’t just any Fairyman- it was the Master. The leader of them all. Someday, I will kill him. I will have my revenge.
My pen digs into the paper, leaving a rip in the page. I compose myself with a sigh.
A good memory is rare for me….most of my memories are the kind you lock away deep in your mind and try to forget. I’m glad to say I have nothing but good memories of my father. He was a kind man, always very protective of me. Shortly after I was born, he found a tiny faerie, alone in the woods. She was small and sick, but he had confidence that she would make a good guardian for me in the years to come. He saved her life. She was indebted to him. Juniper and I became inseparable. She’s been with me ever since. When I need a hero, she’s there. Always kind. Always faithful.
I pause and glance up to see Juniper shaking water droplets from her wings. “What are we doing today?”
I close my dairy and put it away. “Hunt.” Juniper lands in my hair and slides a miniature dagger from her belt.
We’ve been looking for Fairymen for a few hours now. The sun is hot and brutal, even in the shade. Juniper spots a big oak tree up ahead where we can rest. When we reach the tree, I sink to the ground and drink thirstily from my canteen. I offer some to Juniper- but she isn’t there.
I hear her voice. It’s shaky and quiet. “Lydia.”
I turn and see her. She’s sitting on something nailed to the tree- it looks like a wooden sign. I lean closer and see that words are carved in the cracked surface.
Faeries be here.
A silver tear streaks down Juniper’s cheek. “This-this was my home. When I was young.” Her voice fills with hate. “The Fairymen destroyed us all. They killed my friends, my family.” Her voice cracks. “My brother.”
Juniper rests a hand against the cracked wood. “His name was Abiel.” She whispers his name in the silence. I can see in her eyes just how much she wishes she could bring him back.
I take her in my hand. “Oh. I’m so sorry.” She smiles sadly. “Thank you, Lydia.”
We move on in silence. Anger burns in my heart when I think of Juniper’s family. We both will have revenge.
The day winds on slowly. Juniper spots a Fairyman, but he slips into the shadows and is gone before I can attack.
Finally, night comes. The instantly cool air refreshes us. We begin to hunt by moonlight. I slip through the trees quietly, my dagger ready. Juniper’s wings glow softly in the darkness, lighting my way through the dark trees.
Suddenly, I see him.
Taller than the tallest tree. Thin, bony legs making the ground tremble. Razor sharp teeth filling a transparent jaw. An eerie moan. He turns and looks straight into my eyes.
I fumble through my bag for my lantern and light it with trembling fingers. Juniper’s face is illuminated in the firelight. She grips my finger. “This is our chance, Lydia.” I nod shakily. Finally.
I grip my dagger tightly in my hand. Juniper clings to my shoulder, her face brave. “Go.”
I charge forward with an angry shout. Blood rushes in my ears. My feet pound against the forest floor.
Suddenly, I stumble.
My lantern flies from my hand and hits the ground with a sickening shatter. I am alone in the darkness. I touch my shoulder- but Juniper isn’t there. I look around wildly for the tiny fairy.
I finally see her, lying still on the dewy grass.
A piece of broken glass has pierced deep into her chest. Blood spills from the wound, soaking the ground.
I kneel next to her as I tremble. This is my fault. Juniper gazes up at me, her eyes glazed over with pain. I can barely hear her voice as she speaks. “You have to listen to me, Lydia.” I lift her gently in my hand. “No… I- I’ll get help. You.. you’ll be okay.”
She speaks in a shaky, pained whisper. “There’s something I never told you. Your father made me promise, for your own safety.”
I fight back a sob and murmur, “What?”
“It.. it is the key to defeating the Fairyman Master. I am sorry I never told you before.”
Tears stream down my cheeks. Juniper knew how to kill the Master all along, yet she never told me.
I take her tiny hand. “Please, no.”
Her body shudders in my palm. Her voice is barely audible as my best friend speaks her last words.
“Find a dragon.”
Loren, I mentioned a dragon (inspired by THIS PROMPT)… does that count? 🙂
If you have any tips or feedback, I’d love if you’d comment below! This story felt a little thrown together, since I was rushing to get it in on time. 🙂
Now for a few photos of my BFF’s adorable doll, Skye. 😉
Isn’t she so cute? I love her boots! ❤ And Skye is the PERFECT name for her! 😀
Thank you for reading, everyone! Have an amazing day. 🙂