Flash Fiction #735 -- Doom/7

 

 

Martlyn is the youngest of the Elder Fae.  She takes her position far too seriously, I think.  Adon looked shocked, and Marsen began mumbling an inspiring combination of curses and pleas.

Martlyn was not known for cooperation with others.  She particularly didn't like dealing with humans.  This had the look of a disaster about to explode and engulf us all, including some of the little guys who were still around. There was also the pounding sound coming louder from the hills behind us.

We could just sit here until the end, or one of us could face the problem straight on.

"Lady Martlyn," I said and gave a slight bow.  Any more and I would have fallen over.  "My assignment was to lead the humans to the City of Sunrise and let them think it was the ruins of Nerian.  Is that changed?"

"That was before we learned that Master Sylsan has been hiding magic objects in the Sunrise ruins for centuries."

"Ah.  Yes.  That does change things," I said.  "And explains why some missing items never seemed to bother him."

She looked at me with a little surprise.  Had no one else noticed? But it surprised me to realize he had taken things out of even elder fae hands.

"Nerian," I said, bringing them back to the trouble at hand.  "We are too few to sort this problem out."

"And we have no say in it?" Bob asked, stepping forward for the humans.  I had hoped they would stay silent at least until we reached Nerian.

"Right now you have two choices," Adon said.  He looked uneasy.  "You can stay here, or you can come with us."

"I suspect we are going to be attacked by rock trolls," I added with a wave of my arm toward the louder noise.  "They don't like humans or fae.  I suggest we leave quickly."

The ground had started to tremble.

"I think we should go with you," Bob replied.  No one argued.  "At least it should be interesting."

Those are the kinds of words that fae take as omens.  Interesting was not always fun, and I had the feeling our future would hold a lot of 'not fun' stuff.

Adon hadn't wasted time.  He was already building a portal and wasn't waiting for the rest of us to help.  That gave me time to watch the humans.  I am not saying they are treacherous, but you don't want to trust them until you are certain of their intentions. Right now, they mostly looked like they were in fight-or-flight 

Flash Fiction #734 -- Doom/6

 

A slight breeze became a sudden gust filled with sand and dust, and the scent of something unwelcome.  The creatures that had moved in on them chattered, their clicking growing louder and then stopping.  The silence didn't make it better.

They seemed to come out of nowhere, a line of black that topped all the boulders in the area.  I couldn't name them, but they looked like hand-sized monkeys with vampire fangs and long, spiked tails.  Their eyes glittered red and green.

They didn't look happy to see us.

"Mesar, Karo -- you two ride on Golden Mane," Adon ordered.  "Don't argue, either of you.  Give me your blades.  I want nothing unfortunate to happen between the two of you."

I thought I should argue, but Mesar didn't, so I went along with the order. Adon got the humans ready to move and put Golden Mane and the two of us at the end of the line.

"Keep watch," Adon said softly.  "We still don't know who attacked you two."

"What are these things?" I asked with a nod toward the boulders.

"I have no idea.  Despite all their yelling and snarling, they don't appear to be very brave.  Be ready for them when we move."

"You took our blades," Mesar pointed out.

"You have Gold."

He walked away and arranged the humans in sets of three for protection.  It was a basic fae formation.  I supposed Mesar, Gold, and I made another set.

"Gold on the right," I said.  "Do you want left or center?"

"Center.  I have never worked with Gold."

Gold gave a huff of agreement, and I found no reason to argue.  Adon looked back and nodded as well.  I put my hand where my knife should have been and almost demanded he give it back.

There was no time.  We moved, and the creatures grew louder.  Now was the time to pay attention to the trouble at hand.  The creatures swept off the boulders and flew toward us.  I hadn't seen the wings until now.

One of the ugly little things latched onto my hand using claws and teeth.  I yelled something impolite and grabbed it by a wing.  The wing pulled out of the shoulder, and the little guy screamed in shock and fainted.

I grabbed him before he fell and got trampled.  I saved him because I thought he might have answers for us.  You believe that, right?  I even pushed the wing back into place and gave it a quick healing spell.  Why not?  

Adon looked my way with a shake of his head.

Mesar leaned forward so I could hear him over the screams of the beasts and the humans.  The humans were behind shields, but that didn't stop them from panicking.

"Why did you do that?" Mesar demanded.

"Why not?"  I put the little guy in my pocket.  "There is not much that is going to change what is happening here."

"We have one chance," Adon said as he dropped back to us.  The cloud of creatures had circled back toward the boulders. "We have to form a portal and take everyone to Nerian."

"Take them to the fae city," Mesar said.  "The humans."

"And quickly.  There is more trouble coming, and I don't think we can handle it."

I realized he was right.  Something very large -- several of them -- were heading our way.

"But humans," Mesar said with a wave of his arm.  "We can't just --"

"They already know about the fae.  What more will happen if we take them there?"

"The elders will be unhappy."

I laughed at that line.  "When have the elders not been unhappy?" I asked.
Mesar frowned, and I realized he might be one of those still attached to the elders, despite their lack of help over the last few centuries. I schooled myself to be more polite.

The pounding got louder.  They didn't have much time.

"Give us another option," I said.  "And quickly."

"The city of Sunrise."

It was a reasonable compromise.  Adon even nodded and turned in that general direction.  

One human stepped forward.  Mary.  No. Martlyn, and she was a bigger problem than I had anticipated. My head pounded, and it wasn't from the blow she had given me.

Flash Fiction #733 -- Doom/5

 

We had no trouble finding the humans.  They were arguing.  Loudly.

Golden Mane didn't even bother to circle.  He dropped straight into the mass of fifteen humans who were yelling and shoving each other.

Then they were screaming.

"Shut up if you want to survive!  I am not in the mood to put up with this noise!"

I slid off Gold, who was giving the humans a glare that could have led to trouble at another time.  Golden Mane was a battle warrior, even if he preferred spending time with Adon.  I suppose they found trouble enough wandering around the borderlands.  It was like that when I traveled with them.

I looked back at the humans. They were not as happy to see me as they should have been. There were problems out here I was only starting to sense, and I wished I could talk to Adon and Gold in private.  I knew if I tried, the humans would not take it well.  Insane was the word that came to mind.

I feared we would soon have unpleasant company.  Most likely, it would be magical because few non-magical creatures of any intelligence stuck around. 

Adon slid down beside me.  He gave a slight nod to the right, so I knew he was aware of the new problem.  I didn't have time to deal with the humans, but I had no choice.

"Sit down," I ordered.  "Go to those boulders and sit down, or I swear I will have Golden Mane pick you up and put you there."

Gold stood up, ready to move.  The humans hurried to where I pointed, but by then I didn't have enough energy left to lecture them.  Adon understood and took over, explaining first that we were fae, getting that out of the way before anything else.  Some of the humans sneered, but Gold made a sound of displeasure.  No one argued.  I considered that a miracle.

While Adon patiently dealt with the humans, I leaned back and did a quick scan of the group.  It wasn't hard to find the one I wanted.  He tried to hide his magic as he took a couple of steps backward, paused again, one more step -- trying to reach some cover and a chance to escape.

My first thought was to jump up, race over to him, and beat the hell out of him. I gave up that idea when I realized my legs wouldn't hold me.

"Adon," I said softly and nodded in Mesar's direction.  

My cousin moved like the wind, leaving a spray of sand in his wake. Being fae, I was used to it.  The humans mostly shouted and screamed, but they did not run, even when Adon dragged Mesar back and threw him at Gold's feet.

The lion obligingly put a paw on Mesar's chest. Everyone went silent.

"Why did you try to kill Karo?" Adon demanded.

"I didn't," he protested. 

I snarled in return, but there was a problem.  He sounded sincere.  It is very hard for a fae to lie, especially without using magic. Adon even cast a surprised look in my direction.  Gold lifted his paw.

Mesar sat up, but he moved slowly.  "I went to look for Karo. There had been an odd touch of magic in the air ever since we stopped at the cache.  At first, I thought it was just a part of the site. We were loading up, so I put out a feeler for Karo.  I got back chaos. Before I could find him, someone hit me on the back of the head.   A couple of others found me and thought I had fallen."

"Karo was hit as well," Adon said as he examined Mesar.  "That is what drew me here. Who sent you to this group, and what did they want?"

"I was sent by . . . Someone who mistrusted Karo --"

"Well, that narrows it down," I replied.

Adon frowned at me, but Mesar almost grinned before he continued.  The humans were remarkably quiet.  If they'd had any magic to communicate, I would have been worried. What about those others?  They had gone silent and still.  I trusted them far less than I trusted the humans.

I had the distinct feeling that we were running out of time, and I couldn't even guess at our goal.

Flash Fiction #732 -- Doom/4

 

Riding Gold lured me to sleep.  Or maybe Adon used magic.  I didn't care as long as I was comfortable.  I would have to thank my cousin for taking such good care of me...

 I woke with the sun low behind us, and the three of us casting an odd shadow on the rock and sand below and in front of us.  I watched for a while until it occurred to me that we were close to home. I had not been this way for many, many years, and I felt an odd chill as I looked ahead to the craggy hills that I knew hid the last magical nation in the world.

"Maybe we should just fly in like this," I suggested. "There are a lot of people will not be happy to see me back."

Adon shifted slightly as he considered those words. I wished I could see his face at that moment because I had always been good at reading his emotions.

"Going in on foot would only give them more time to get ready," my cousin said with a bit of a laugh that I had not expected. "Neither of us has been very popular over the last few years. I have advocated were moving to another realm entirely in getting away from these humans that are still set on destroying us, even though we had no direct connection to them for eons. Tell me why we should stay."

I wasn't really ready for this kind of conversation, but Adon deserved an answer after all he'd gone through to save me.

"And another time I might have told you that this is our place and we deserve it just as much as they do. But that just sounds silly now. The humans are spreading everywhere in their technology is winning them the war they don't even know they're fighting. You realize that most of them don't believe in magic, right?"

"How can they not believe in something that exists?"

"They can't create magic," I answered. "And that is the one blind spot with humans that we can never get past. We could show them Nerian, and all the magic that has created a beautiful city, but they still believe it was some sort of trick.  They can't help that reaction. It is inherent in their nature.  So that brings us back to why someone attacked me and what they really want from the humans."

"We're about to find out," Adon replied and leaned forward to point out something on the ground. "Those are your sand buses, aren't they?"

"Yes. Let's go down and check them out."

Golden Mane made a half-circle around the haphazardly abandoned buses.  I could tell there was no one around, human or fae. I could see signs of a confrontation, but the fae had made a quick end to that trouble. The humans had dropped their weapons, which were mostly sticks and rocks.  The Fae magic had faded.

Neither fae nor humans remained at the site.

The fae appeared to have disappeared.  The humans had walked away, heading toward the northern hills. There was no reason for them to go that direction.  It was a dangerous path that led to a labyrinth of water-washed stones, with no easy way out.

"I have to go after them," I said as I looked toward those hills.  "You should get back to Nerian and find out what the fae know."

"I should stay with you so no one hits you on the head again.  Besides, we can fly on Golden Mane if I am with you. I can't believe you really want to go hiking in the hills."

I wanted to argue.

I didn't want to walk.

We flew. This was going to be all kinds of interesting if we caught up with the humans.

Flash Fiction # 731 -- Doom/3

 

 

We rode Golden Mane for the rest of the day.  The dust storm only gradually lessened near sunset, and we finally settled in the empty, bleak desert without a sign of storm, buildings, or humans anywhere nearby.

Neither of us complained.  Even Gold flopped down in the sand with a sound of relief.

"Maybe we overflew them," Adon said. "I wasn't paying much attention to the ground."

"Neither was I." I slid off our lovely winged mount and dropped to my knees.  "We can look for them again tomorrow."

"Kero, we really should get you back to our people."

"Quiet.  Rest."

Gold dropped his chin down onto the soft ground.  He snored.  Adon stopped arguing. I settled in beside the lion and went to sleep, content to think the two of them would protect me.  There were few people besides Adon I would have trusted so much.

Did I trust anyone on the sand buses?  Well, not now.

I had odd dreams, each interrupted by coming suddenly awake in the dark night.  Adon urged me back to sleep each time, and I didn't argue.  My head hurt. 

And I didn't understand what was going on. The more my thoughts cleared, the less sense the attack made. If someone had wanted to kill me, he'd had the perfect chance once I was down.  Hitting me on the head and leaving me behind only meant that before long someone would come looking for me.

I stared at Adon who was brushing sand from Gold.

"You have had a thought," he said.  "I can tell by that blank stare."

"Someone has probably missed me by now.  I was never late for food."

"Huh. That so surprises me."  He handed over an apple.  "What difference does it make?"

"Tell me where they are now."

Adon gave a leisurely lift of his hand.Then he stood and waved his hands in all directions, winning an amused sound from Golden Mane.

"Where are they!"

"I asked you first."

Adon threw himself down on the sand and stared at his cousin.  "Do you have any ideas?"

"Plenty of them. None that will help."

Adon didn't complain. He sat down and stared at the sand.  "They are either all dead or they have protection."

"Magical protection."

"Was the attack against you a chance, or was someone waiting for you?"

I had to think about that for a moment, and a sudden spike of pain 

through my head did not help. For a moment, everything seemed to go black and red -- but my memory of the attack came with clarity at last.

 

I focused on Adon.  "Waiting for me, and worse -- they were hiding, and I didn't even sense them."

 

The news bothered Adon who stood and scanned the area again.  "We need to go."

 

"Where?" I asked and didn't attempt to stand yet.  "We can't find my wayward sheep, and I fear going home to Nerian without them. There could be someone who wants me to do so, you know, and make it look as though I brought the humans there.  I have enemies still."

 

We both sat in the sand.  Adon spread a fine net of magic around us, something hardly noticeable.

 

"We are going to Nerian," Adon said.  There was no question in his statement and I knew I was not in any shape to argue with him. 

 

I was not ready to go home.

 

Worse than that were the people who would not be happy to see me there.

 

I might not survive after all.