Links to my previously published works:
Battle of Three Lakes
Publisher: Frontier Tales
Bloody Red Riding Hood
Tales of the Talisman
The Ol Conner Place
Age Of The Beasts: Lost Cities coming March 28th from Mountain Springs Publising
As they entered a clearing, Storm abruptly stopped, rose up, made a loud shriek and swung his hooves. At this warning, Kyra scrambled off and darted into the thicket.
Four cloaked creatures came at Storm with a net, and Kyra knew what they were – Rodentia. Their long black robes were stained with dirt, and their whip-like tails thrashed about violently.
Kyra wanted to help Storm, but a fifth Rodentia jumped in front of her. He gnashed his teeth and hissed. The arm of his cloak was torn, and stained by a splattering of blood. Kyra thought briefly that he must’ve been the one scratched by the thorn bush.
His tail whipped around at her, his claws raised into the air. Kyra avoided the tail; she grabbed a fallen tree limb and swung at him. His tail caught her ankle and yanked her down.
Her attacker’s face was covered in grey fur, with whiskers dotting his nose like freckles on a human. As he came at her, Kyra swung the limb at him again. It dodged the blow, tripping over its tail and falling in the process.
Kyra grabbed for the knife at her side. Her enemy had the branch in his own hand now, having snatched it from her. His laughter rang out, loud and nasty. The Rodentia pulled himself up to his full height, that of a full-sized man. Its laugh was a throaty, repetitive noise. Its mouth opened wide, and its head moved up and down.
She slashed at it with her weapon. Let’s see if it finds my dagger as funny.
The creature’s tail loosened its grip, and Kyra made a move, rolling to what she didn’t know was the top of a hill. The earth crumbled under her and she plunged down quickly gaining momentum.
Then Kyra hit bottom. She quickly rose, covered with dirt and weeds. Ugh.
The Rodentia would be coming for her, and Kyra knew she’d better run. At some point she’d dropped her dagger, but there was no time to search for it. She fled.
Hissing noises echoed, along with the sound of displaced dirt and tearing of weeds. TheRodentia were coming down the hill. Kyra’s heart pounded as she raced through the forest hoping to outrun the creatures.
A pond was up ahead; she caught a glimmer of sun off the water and made a dash for it. Leafy vines whipped across her arms and legs as though trying to slow her down. Leaping into the air,
Kyra dove into the water, hoping to lose her scent and get away.
Her arms flailed anxiously as she beat against the waves making her way to the other side.
Kyra thought about Storm and hoped she could escape and help him.
It felt like a bee sting pinching into her neck as she pulled herself onto the shore.
“Ack!” What’s back there?
Kyra was starting to get groggy as she pulled something from her neck. She saw it as her vision slowly blurred–a poison tip, one of the Rodentia’s weapons. They spit them through little reeds to render their prey unconscious – unless they were coated to kill. Wide-eyed, Kyra stared at the dart until everything went black.