“Where…are…they?”
Saliva splattered the peaman’s blue-green skin.
The peaman’s rainbow plumage rose. With a thunderous screech, his captor flew into the wall.
The deformed fae cackled and dragged his leg to the peaman.
“Spirited. How fun!”
The peaman hissed as the fae approached him again.
“I will never tell you where they are,” he spat.
The fae shook his bulbous head as his chapped lips twisted into a crooked smile, exposing rotting teeth.
“You will not need to tell me a single thing. You will show me.”
He ripped out the peaman’s beating heart and held it in his clawed hand. He stared at it for a moment, admiring the throbbing organ, before he devoured it.
His violet eyes glowed. Images of peamen hiding in caves flashed through his mind.
“Yes,” he whispered, “they will all be mine.”
As the vision faded, the fae’s gaze fell upon the dead peaman. He had put up a good fight. He truly had not wanted to give up his family.There had been a time when the fae would have done the same. That time had long since passed.
The fae’s mind drifted to memories of his terrified clansmen running. His former self stumbled. An icy darkness entered him. His once-green eyes burned violet as purple veins throbbed against his skin.
The fae stared down at the half-eaten heart.
“Today, I will be beautiful again.”
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Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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