CWWC #4: Revenge

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:

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*pants* xD

Enjoy my story!

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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.

“Onward!”

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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.

“Juniper?”

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.

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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.

The Master.

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.”

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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. 🙂

Clara (2)

34 thoughts on “CWWC #4: Revenge

  1. Ooooh, I LOVE it! Juniper is such a perfect name for the little fairy. I love the cliffhanger… “Find a dragon.” Oh, the torment of knowing you’ll never write more! 😥 XD 😛 I loved it! I can’t wait to see what you write next! 😀
    And Skye is adorable! I loved the bokeh in the background of your photos, by the way! It looks great. ::D
    •Madi•

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  2. Thanks so much, Madi!! 🙂 I’m glad you liked it! Yes, it is quite sad. 😦 😛
    Skye says thank you! 😉 Thanks! 😀

    -Clara ❤

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  3. CLARA!!! NOW YOURE TURNING INTO AN EVIL AUTHOR!!! YOU CANT END IT LIKE THAT, YOU JUST CANT!! *sobs*
    *takes a deep breath*
    Okay. That was a very good and well written story, Clara! And in case you couldn’t already tell, I LOVED it! 😀
    ~Jaclynn~
    P.S. I also love those pics of Skye! She’s such a cute doll :O
    P.P.S. Do you think you’ll post more pics of your baby goats soon? 🙂 XD

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  4. LOLOL! I’m just getting you back for Damarias, you know…. XD XD XD
    Thank you so much, Jaclynn! 🙂

    -Clara ❤
    P.S: Thank you! I know, right? 😮 🙂
    P.P.S: Yep! I'm going to post some pics soon! 🙂

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  5. OOOH!!! I loved it! It seems like SOMEONE is getting their evil author on…as Jaclynn said. ;D Those pictures of Skye are beautiful, I love the ones of her shoes! 🙂
    -Emma-

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