Laila Malik-Bey
Stories (1/0)
Forty-Two
If you’re reading this, it's far too late for us. Her story will matter to you, never in the way that you think, but it will matter. This story didn't begin squatting along the wood covered in earth and blood but this is where it begins for you. Oreiameli Drys is an oak Dryad of the Southernwood. An unforgiving land overrun with the new life of both our kind and theirs. The deep red morning sky lit up the forest floor as she scanned for her prey. A long slender dagger with worn edges and blood staining the wood of the hilt was tightly clasped in her rough palms. The leaves of the thick brush move quietly with her concealing her from her opponent with ease. Silence falls over the forest as she moves closer to the menace of her every restless night. Huntsmen originating from the 5th planet Deos. Deos is a human world filled with hatred and greed. Not all of their worlds are this way but this one was corrupt to the core. It was a dying planet flooded with more life than it could support and most of it deeply in poverty. A movement behind her stunned her out of her stillness causing her camouflage to flicker for just a moment. She turned her head slowly and met eyes with a pale figure that stood out roughly against the dark green and red foliage. Panic filled her before being replaced by malice. He was not human with skin too pale and smooth for the toil of such short mortality. He may have been her kind but they were certainly not alike. To be here in this part of the woods he had to have been with those vile creatures. He was Anunnaki, a fae slave to the Huntsmen.
By Laila Malik-Bey3 years ago in Futurism