Well, you failed. The Holidays didn’t recieve enough words ransom. They ordered Krampus to tear me piece by piece and devour me.
His acidic saliva melted my flesh in unimaginable agony. His serrated teeth tore the muscles from my bones as if I were cooked chicken. For hours my pain blinded me while screams ripped from my disentigrating throat. The vile taste of poisoned blood coated my tongue and life ceased to exist.
Thankfully! I know a rakshasa. More specifically, an Ak’chazar.
She was able to pull me from the grips of a grim reaper and heal what left remained of my body. They are some very powerful creatures. Don’t ever piss them off.
So here I am, back from the dead. The nightmares will haunt me forever. The cold weather causes aches in the flesh she regenerated me from and I’m still here creating worlds of fantastical creatures for you to dive into when the day is just to long. Don’t count me out. It’ll take more than a Krampus to get rid of me.
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Rock spent his existence immobile, silent, alone. Company came and went in the form of insects, animals, squatters taking up temporary residence in his caves. The Sky kept him cool with her sad tears of never being able to be with Earth. The Earth kept him growing with his goal of reaching towards the Sky’s embrace. The passing of time meant nothing to Rock. Eons could pass without his notice. Not until Moss came along with her silky tendrils reaching over his lonely surface. Rock never knew true touch until Moss grew over his ever expanding body. Like Rock, Moss took from Earth and Sky. Their passion made her grow. Their desire, brought her to him.
I always knew faeries existed. I just needed to look in the right places. I scoured nature for years and continued to come up empty. It wasn’t until I’d nearly given up that they found me.
l was relaxing in a local park, reading a book on fae, and eating honey on crackers. The crunch and munch of crackers pervaded my ears when I’d turned my attention away from my food to my book. Slowly and cautiously I turned my head toward the sound. The mysterious sound gave away a tiny creature with tiny hands, glowing strands of hair sprouting from its head and barely visible wings fluttering as it munched away on one of my honey crackers. I couldn’ t believe my eyes. My heart beat rapidly, demanding my body to jump up and get closer. Clamping my muscles with a painful jerk, I held myself in place. I tried to control my breathing but the creature looked up frozen mid-bite as it realized my attention was diverted from my book. The beautiful faery dropped its food and pranced toward my book. I watched with rapt fascination as the small creature climbed onto the page and examined the pictures.
A tinkling giggle eminated from the tiny faery. lt pointed at the picture of a disgruntled brownie and giggled again. I looked from the book to the faery and back again. I didn’t know what the faery was laughing about but the sound made me smile anyway. I placed my hand out and the faery climbed up. There it sat and waited. I turned the page and the small creature wiggled and giggled in joy.
Together we looked at the book for hours. When I packed up to leave the faery began to flutter in my face angrily. When I figured out the source of the faery’s displeasure, I held out my hand and waited for it to land. After a moment the faery sat on my palm and I took it home where it turned my old broken lava lamp into a home.
Ever since that day, faeries came and read books with me from their lava lamp home.