Oct 17 2007
Expedition to Maynar
Published by 
J Scott at 1:55 am under weekly shorts
*Please be advised the following is a horror story. If you do not enjoy this genre, please stop by again soon!*
The sun fell slowly into the horizon. A color of deep crimson dominated the sky. Tazmin decided to continue only a little further to Donekette. She and Ravel were leading a group of settlers to Maynar, a new claim of the king. Donekette was over the hill.
“Tazmin, look at the sky,” Ravel remarked.
“Aye. You know what they say?” she said slowing her steed.
“Blood will be spilt,” he replied.
“Not on my watch.”
They arrived in Donekette once the sun sunk into the blanket of crimson and star light. Something bothered Tazmin about Donekette; no one was there. Of course it has been a good ten years since she last visited Donekette.
They steady rhythm of the settlers’ horses and wagons halted, waiting for Tazmin’s directives. She dismounted and Ravel followed. Opening a door to one home, there was nothing except a neat little home, dishes still place and the firewood neatly stacked. The leaders looked in a few more homes.
“It’s up to you, love,” said Ravel.
She stood on some boxes, “okay people, we are staying here tonight in these houses.” The people cheered because they had a real house to sleep in.
Tazmin and Ravel bunked together. The night was warm; children played in the street. Tazmin sat on the porch and noticed the full moon turn red, hints of crimson hung in the sky from the sunset. Ravel joined her; bringing some Mandrya elixir.
“Weird isn’t it? The moon,” Tazmin said.
“I don’t have a good feeling about this,” he said.
“Ravel, stop believing in superstitions for once. Maybe if you’d work harder and read less you won’t worry so much.”
“Okay Tazmin, I won’t talk about it,” he replied.
Tazmin wondered what happened to Donekette. She remembered it to be a bustling artisan village. In fact while on a scouting expedition, she met, fell in love, and became a woman with a painter, Jerriah. She smiled at the thought of Jerriah and wondered what ever happened to him.
A buzzing of what sounded like a thousand bees brought Tazmin’s mind back to the present. She heard shrieks and people ran.
“What the hell?” Tazmin exclaimed and leapt off the porch. The moon turned black, buzzing filled the air. Tazmin tripped over a woman; her skin taught against her skeleton. She bent down and picked up a winged creature. It was a pixie. Blood covered her tiny little face. The pixie opened her mouth; fangs appeared and bit on Tazmin’s finger. She shook the pixie off.
“Ravel, get the people together in the town hall,” she screamed above the buzzing. The blood sucking pixies swarmed the people. Children were the most vulnerable. Tazmin picked off the creatures and herded the people towards town hall. She felt teeth all over her body. She picked and flicked them off but it was no use. People scrambled. Others fell down dead with not an ounce a blood left.
Tazmin met Ravel at the town hall and they shut the door. Tazmin looked around. Blood rushed from wounds, some people were dying and some were visibly okay. A woman approached Tazmin, cuts dotted her face.
“Miss Tazmin, my daughter Lilah. I don’t know where she is. Can you help her,” she begged holding onto Tazmin’s tattered coat. Tazmin nodded.
Ravel grabbed her arm, “you can’t be serious. You’ll die.”
She shrugged him off, “it’s a child. Stay with them Ravel.” The pixies hit the roof sounding like hail. “I’ll knock twice,” she said and opened the door.
The hungry pixies descended on her. Razor sharp teeth ripped through her flesh. She yelled for the child. Hearing nothing but buzzing, she made her way through the swarm. Tazmin weakened as the voracious pixies feasted on her. Finally, she saw bloodied blonde hair. Tazmin rushed over, picked off the pixies. She scooped the barely breathing child, and shielded her as she ran back to town hall. Pounding twice, Ravel opened the door and slammed it behind her.
Through the night, no one slept because the pixies pounded the exterior of the building. Soon windows started to break and the vampire pixies flooded the room. Tazmin, although weak, waved a torch. Others followed.
Screams overpowered the deathly air and Ravel opened the door. People ran carrying the sick, looking for a safe place. Ravel hoisted Tazmin and carried her out. They sky started to change from black to a dark blue. Soft, yellow rays poked through the trees.
Miniature wails from the pixies pierced the morning. In the same furious buzz they arrived they left. Swarming the thick woods in the direction where the settlers were to go.
Ravel sat Tazmin down. People sobbed. The streets were littered with the drained bodies of young and old and horses.
Ravel looked at Tazmin, “what do you want to do, love?”
“Home. We’re going home,” she cracked.
He wrapped his arms around her, “good idea. Perhaps we’ll retire from scouting and enjoy our lives together.”
Tazmin closed her eyes, “I’ll like that, Ravel. I’d like that.”
A special thanks to Claire at Bebo Author for help with this story!
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