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A darkish tale of demons.
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Invasion
She jerked awake,
her body covered in sweat. It was them; they were coming. The recurrence of the
dreams had escalated and it wouldn’t be long now.
Tabitha jumped out of bed and ran to the
window of her little cottage. The grey muted light of pre-dawn pressed up
against the windows. There was a low fog on the ground which wasn’t unusual as
the village was low-lying where three river’s met.
Despite its abundance in fertile land, this
place had an energy that repelled a lot of folk. But it didn’t repel Tabitha;
it was why she was here.
She hoped her plan would be enough against
these demons. They were dark and intent, and they wanted her gone.
She moved round the house, casting her
wards with utterances and arm waves. She hoped they would help to keep them
out.
There were two pots on the stove that were
on a constant simmer. She lifted the lid on one and sniffed. They were almost
ready.
She returned to her bedroom and dressed
swiftly, choosing grey rather than black – easier to disappear in the gloom. She
peered out of the window again. Nothing looked different, but she could feel
them coming.
Back in the kitchen, she quickly tipped a
bit of the liquid into a cup from the left pot, the one that was now ‘cooked’, and
sipped on it. She took it with her as she moved round the house repeating the
wards while she lit a fire in the hearth in the lounge.
Then she went back into the kitchen and
poured a little out of the right pot into a saucer and placed it on the floor.
Everything was set.
She went to the front door and wrapped her
grey shawl round her shoulders and left the house.
Tabitha walked through the sleeping village
out into the woods beyond and then up a hill, where at the top a huge upright
stone stood. It hadn’t been crafted, she’d brought it here when she first
arrived. It was taller than her but she had ways of moving things which didn’t
exert her.
She placed a hand on it and felt the lines
crossing, pushing back at her. She also felt their presence; they were moving
in, slowly, and heading straight for her cottage. She slid down the stone and
slumped onto her knees as the tincture began to take effect. It made her twitch
and tremble for a few minutes. She closed her eyes and let it take hold.
Once it had, she got up and ran with all
the speed she could muster back to the cottage, but rather than go in she waited
on the front porch.
Dawn was approaching but all it did was
make the fog glow and swirl. The birds were not yet awake, so the only sounds that
reached her came from the demons as they travelled ever faster over the land
towards her. The hissing growing louder the closer they came. They were moments
from her door now.
She stood up and walked tentatively to her
garden wall, listening, then jumped up and perched on it.
She could see them, in the distance bobbing
along, their heads just above the mist. Their yellow eyes glistened in the half
light. She resisted the urge to jump down and greet them.
There were nine of them and she was only
one.
Their arrival was like a swarm and they
covered the grounds of the house sniffing and licking and looking. Then they
climbed, jumping up onto the roof and doing the same there. The fire in the
hearth blocking their exit in via the chimney.
There was no way in, Tabitha knew that. She
waited on the wall. They hadn’t notice or sensed her. She was pleased her plan
had worked. She’d thought they were more astute, but a demon with a focused
purpose missed the obvious. They were expecting to find her as herself, not as
one of them – a black cat.
They sat around the cottage for some time.
She basked on the wall watching the sun rise keeping her eye on them. She
wondered how long they would stay.
Then one ear pricked up and then another
turned its head and as one they were on the move again, back the way they came.
She watched from her place up on the wall
as they disappeared down the road. She saw them turn, going up the hill. She jumped
down and followed, keeping her distance.
She tracked them up to her stone where she
found them circling it like some kind of collective madness had possessed them –
and maybe it had.
They moved faster and faster until they
looked like a black rotating circle. Tabitha had to look away, it made her eyes
hurt to try to watch.
Then a lightning bolt shot up out of the
top of the stone and they vanished.
Tabitha waited a few minutes, but all was
quiet. She walked to the stone and sniffed round it. Nothing. They had gone.
The stone had taken them. Her work was done.
She padded home and jumped up at the handle
of the front door – something they hadn’t thought to do thanks to her wards –
and let herself in. And once she had consumed some of the fluid in the saucer
her human form returned.
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