#RaceTheDate 12 : Outnumbered

“It’s time.” Sword knew the invaders outnumbered him, 1000 to 1. 1000 soldiers on each invading starship.

He’d fought them when they attacked a village. One fairy against an army. They knew he was there and gradually overwhelmed him, wore him down. Only the White Witch has saved him.

This time he’d take the fight to them. Keep it in a confined space. Inside their starship. He flexed his hands, and called forth his swords, feeling the density wave in the air, extending from his fingertips as the machines turned the air into invisible swords, capable of slicing through rock, wood and metal.

They wanted a war. He’d give them one. They’d learn what it meant to invade Cylinders.

He flexed his wings, and moved silently, flying between the trees, staying hidden. When he reached the starship, he accelerated, extending his arms, calling on the machines. He sliced through the open ground to the starship in before anyone realized he had arrived. His swords sliced into the side of the ship, carving an entrance through which he entered.

Inside the ship, his swords sliced through everything and everyone in his path. On the rare occasions an invader managed to shoot at him, Sword folded his arm, and deflected the shot with the shield the machines formed for him.

He worked through the ship. Room after room. Floor after floor. When he left the starship, nothing alive remained inside. He withdrew the way he’d arrived, flying through the trees. The invaders outside the ship didn’t follow him.

The battle over, he flexed his wings and rose above the trees, into the moonlight sky, where he roared the roar of a warrior born. A warning to the heavens.

If you come here. You will face me.

And you will die.

294 words
@LurchMunster


A little story I wrote for Cara Michaels‘s Race The Date flash fiction challenge. Hope you enjoy it. Please, go read the other entries in the challenge this week. I find it amazing the stories people can create in 300 words or less.

#MondayMixer – Galan

Galan stood at the foot of the path leading from the seashore, through the cliffs, into the kingdom. The tip of his broadsword rested on the sandy rock. His armor gleamed in the sunlight. He’d been scrupulous in his preparations. Each plate perfectly polished, perfectly attached. His sword sharpened to its finest edge.

The cliffs to either side of the path were lined with archers that would rain death down on the invaders when they arrived. He was there, at the entrance to the path, to insure no invaders made it to the path. Behind him was Landen, then Marnock, and one by one, each of the remaining knights. Each would fight until they fell.

Galan embraced the honor of being the first knight to face the invaders. He hoped he would pass beyond the veil of life with honor, as a true warrior, and defender of the realm.

150 Words
@LurchMunster


This is my entry into the very first week of Jeffrey Hollar‘s new flash fiction challenge, Monday Mixer. Please go read all the other entries. You can find them here.

Fairies : Scream Waits

Scream was silent. He glided down from the sky, to the trees. Landing silently. Gracefully. He was much smaller than he’d once been. And far more deadly. With more speed than he’d ever had in his younger days. With a dragon fire that was hotter, and more accurate than it had ever been. He was a full-grown dragon. Second only to Merlin in all of dragon-kind.

Fiver other dragons were with him. Each dragon landed in the trees surrounding the village. A village of humans. Innocent humans. Humans that lead simple, honest lives. Caring for their neighbors. Helping each other when help was needed. Caring for their sick. Raising their young. Teaching them all they knew about the world.

They didn’t know. The people of the village didn’t know about the machines of the world called Cylinders. Didn’t know the machines protected them. Kept them safe. Didn’t know the machines had been on Cylinders for more than 25,000 years. Didn’t know the machines had created the fairies, the elves, the dragons. Didn’t know about the quantum mechanics the machines used to perform magic tasks. No. The humans only knew that there was magic in their world.

Scream’s heart ached. For he knew the humans would learn. Soon enough. They would learn everything. When the invaders arrived. And the war touched their lives. That’s why Scream was there. Outside that village. To fight the invaders.

Merlin had let everyone know when the invaders had arrived. Landing in their space ships. Bringing their weapons with them. Intent on extending their empire to another world. In the belief they were bringing order to the chaos of the galaxy.

The machines of Cylinders could have simply wiped the invaders out. Erased them from existence. But they didn’t work that way. Instead, they left fighting the invaders to the people of Cylinders. The dragons. The fairies. The elves.

Scream and his dragon friends took up their positions. And waited. The invaders would arrive. In the dark of the night. In the hours before the dawn. When the people of the village were asleep. That’s when Scream and his brothers would engage them. And destroy every one of them. They would protect the village. They would protect their world. The invaders would soon learn that Cylinders was not what it seemed.

And the people of the village would be safe. But forever changed. And that caused Scream’s heart to ache. Scream found fire burning in his soul. Ignited by the knowledge that the village would be forever changed. The world would be forever changed. It’s innocence lost.

For that, Scream would fight the invaders to his dying breath.