The Hunt Begins
24th March, Story #84/366
I aim to write these so that you can enjoy them as stand alone stories, or one after the other. If you'd like to do the latter (they're all very short):
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Chill night air bites my skin with damp teeth. It should be fresh up here, but there's an acrid tang, stinging my nose and throat on every breath. My ears are alive to the sound of enormous leathery wings, or talons on rock and loose scree.
My wrists chafe under the rope. A slack length of it has me tethered to a post, like a goat. I yank on it. The post shifts, but not much. I could waste strength that I don't have, trying to heave it out.
I prop a rock shard between my feet, and work the rope against the sharp edge. It's slow going. Every moment spent working through it, strand by strand, is time that should be spent fleeing back down the mountain. Rocks sliding under my feet, scrabbling in my panic-
If I make it, if I get back to the castle, I'll have wealth and power like I've never dreamed of. But better than that, I'll get to see my mother again. We'll sit and talk in the garden, and she'll tell me whatever it was that stilled on her tongue before...
But best of all, I'll get to live. It's this thought that snaps me from my reverie and I resume working the rope against the stone.
I hear it! The sound of loose rocks under its huge feet, just like I imagined, and the clack of enormous iron-like claws on those stones. I smell it, too. That acrid stink stronger and building, burning my nose.
I glance back and I wish I hadn't. It's even more massive than I pictured, black, but when it takes another stalking step there's a glint of gold under and between those knobbly scales.
Another step, another. Talons (also bigger than my mind conjured) send up sparks.
I'm sobbing in panic and yanking in desperation, and that's how the sharp edge slices the meaty bit of my palm.
I can hear its hissing intake of breath. I imagine the smell of my blood over it's tongue.
It's huge orange eyes become slits, and it hisses in my mind.
You! What are you doing here?
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Word count (excluding notes): 366
Submitted on 24th March at 23.58 - eek!
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Comments (13)
Woah! More please!
Interesting twist! This is turning out to be another twist-filled piece LC!
Excellent tale and keep on keeping on
WOW! In awe of your brain.
Excellent story.
Ever building.
Fantastic tale!!!💕❤️❤️
Totally hooked. Can’t wait for the next.
Such incredible suspense building, L.C.! Love the surprise accusatory questioning at the end! As usual looking forward to the next installment!
Yikes! Next one please!!!
The dragon knows her? Didn't see that coming (unless this is going to turn into a dragon romance novel, lol).
Great story for a great picture.
Great job ♡