This is the first chapter to my novel about August Wysteria. It is an epic tale—full of plasma guns and sarcasm—about a faerie princess dodging death at every turn.
WARNING: Language and light gore
Being a real faerie princess is not what every little girl actually dreams of, August Wysteria thought as the crimson Kai demon attempted to suck the marrow from her right forearm. She raised her plasma 6-shooter and blasted the demon right between two of its four glowing lime eyes, effectively covering her even more in the stench of the worst raw sewage and rotten eggs scent to ever exist. “Ugh!” August used her free hand to wipe some of the black blood out of one of her lavender edged gold eyes. Immediately she had to duck the pouncing attack of another Kai demon. That one got a blast to the back of its elongated oval head as soon as it landed. The tail whipped back at her in a last death throe and the jagged scales cut across her cheek. “Fuck, even dead you all suck.”
The two shots had echoed out in the clearing of the forest lit with summer sun. A gathering of Kipple birds took flight– from dark olive Qualox trees– with their tangerine and violet wings picking up a cool breeze.
August glanced at the birds for a second, wishing she could escape with them.
A third Kai demon hissed from her right and she turned to aim her gun at it.
The demon crouched on all fours for a moment with its razor-like knees and elbows tightening to launch. Long pointed ears twitched as it listened.
“I don’t think so!” She clicked the trigger and nothing happened. “Shit!”
A reptilian grin gaped across its face exposing glistening fangs. Its tail spasmed with excitement as it leapt toward her.
She reloaded faster than she ever had before and managed to get a shot off just as the Kai demon was upon her.
It exploded in a disgusting mess of blood, bone and tissues all over her.
She tried to sit up but the weight and stench held her down. “Mother fucker!” She pushed off the bigger chunks and stood up, dripping, and began scanning the wide clearing she had entered too hunt for any other demons. Kai demons loved to travel in packs. Her once-grey tunic stuck to her skin in too many places as she moved slowly around with her gun ready to fire at anything that so much as looked wrong. The heat was making the smell worse, but it fell to the back of her mind. August panted from the fight, but her heart still pounded a crazy jungle beat full of adrenaline.
The area was silent, but nothing seemed eerie or ominous about that. She twirled around when she heard a rustling but it was just a stale breeze blowing over a red Gooza berry bush.
After perhaps 15 minutes her injured arm started to shake from holding up her gun. Nothing else seemed to be coming for her. She holstered her weapon and looked down at her forearm. She tore off what was left of her wrist guard—which apparently is no use to prevent Kai demon fangs from ripping up your flesh—and beneath the drying black blood she could see the shredded skin and muscle. “Akiya is going to have a field day figuring out how to fix that one,” August muttered to herself. Just add it to my list of other angry scars. August tore the bottom of her tunic in a spot that had remained mostly 3–week expired milk smell free and wrapped her injury the best she could to prevent bleeding out on the walk. She didn’t want people chuckling over her death because she’d been stupid. August thought that might be something crazy to think about. Maybe it’s shock? The adrenaline finished seeping away though and brought sharp agony in its place.
Fantastic. She huffed, flicked her bloody white braid over her left shoulder, and picked up her black and silver bow that had gone flying in the attack. She slung it back into its proper place and walked back through the trees towards the fence as her thigh-high leather boots snapped twigs beneath her feet. She didn’t care at the moment if she was making too much noise. She was pissed. Her quiver bounced on her back in a comforting rhythm, jostling the hand crafted arrows inside, and she finally slowed her pace. “Just out to hunt up some dinner, but noooo, I can’t go Goddess damned anywhere,” she snarled.
Sunlight sparkled through the Qualux trees which were so tall they looked like they kissed the sky and lit the path in cheer.
Small Kipple birds called symphonies to each other from their long pointed beaks while fat Mikkels with big bushy tails, and large tufted ears raced to-and-fro across tree branches.
Summer blooms in a wide range of vibrant colors and shapes blurred past August and she slowed down and tried to avoid stomping. It remained hard to be so annoyed in all the splendor of the forest.
She turned her face to the sun and basked a bit in the warmth that touched the cleaner parts of her skin. I need a bath, she caught a whiff of herself as a cool breeze tickled her ears, or maybe three.
A large branch breaking to her left caught her attention and she unholstered her gun and turned to look.
A Talik—a brown and white deer-like creature with velvety antlers– stood there on four spindly legs with tiny hooves and stared at her with its impossibly large blue eyes. Its short snout wiggled as it stayed so still.
August sighed with relief and changed out her plasma 6-shooter for her bow and arrow. The bow felt solid and like second nature in her calloused hands. She took aim and just as she went to release the arrow, she heard a piercing screech and suddenly a Kai demon dove on it. August gasped and then quickly put her bow back as the Kai demon occupied itself with tearing the Talik’s throat out. Blue blood splashed out onto the moss covered forest floor as August stood still for a moment and sent a prayer to any Goddess listening. Then she sprinted the rest of the way through trees, not stopping until she reached the reinforced steel electric fence. The Qualux trees streamed past her and a few skinny branches snapped at her face and snagged at her tunic, but she kept up the pace.
When she reached the gate, August typed Akiya’s code in the keypad with haste, slipped through and closed the gate behind her. She let out a breath she hadn’t noticed she held as she put her forehead to the cool steel. Shudders ran through her whole body as August breathed deep and slow, trying to calm her heart.
As soon as her heart returned to normal, a thunderous wave of nausea hit her and she stooped over with her hands on her knees and retched until nothing was left.
Her forearm started to throb. “Yeah, yeah, I know you’re there.” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she turned away from the gate and made it to her horse, Thak.
He stood tied to a wrought iron light post in the open, but actually had been bespelled to be invisible to everyone but her.
August put her hand on his golden zebra striped fur and whispered, “Visabla”. He was now visible to all. Horses here were like most in the human world except they had fur instead of hair and came in many more exotic colors.
She mounted Thak’s broad back and took the reins in her good hand. August shouted, “Yah!” and he jumped into a break neck gallop.
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