daydreameroboes
November 2nd, 2007, 10:05 PM
Here is my story
Demon Eyes
Nirama shuddered in fright. She shouldn’t be here. No one ever came here. It was forbidden. It was against human nature.
Yet here she was.
She drew a steadying breath. Control your panic, she thought. You know what to do. She hoped. Her Fa had explained, before he left her forever. She squeezed her eyes shut. Memories of Fa were painful.
Suddenly, Nirama’s eyes flew open and she gave a yelp. They were there again. Those eyes. There was one thing Nirama was sure of in her uncertain life. She would never forget those eyes. The eyes that flashed with all the deadly power of the underworld. The world Demons come from.
Nirama crouched in the glade. She had never been here before. Even animals avoided the place where a hunter had been killed. Nirama had only been seven summers when it happened. Her Fa had told her about it. How the wolf’s face had been mutilated beyond recognition. How her silver fur had been streaked with dull red. How it must have been a demon, or worse, to do such a thing to one of the hunters of the forest.
Nirama’s problem was that she couldn’t remember where she had been during the wolf’s death. Even now, at 14 summers, the most she could remember was about an hour before the killing.
The first time she saw those eyes.
She had been sitting in her tent at the Fox camp. Her parents had been out hunting. Nirama had been eating some berries she had discovered in her Ma’s store. She had taken her first bite of the fourth berry when a blinding vision of darkness flashed across her sight. She cried out and fell backwards. She remembered every detail like it was yesterday! The darkness of the underworld swooping over her, blotting out every happy memory until she was left with nothing. The fire came next, burning through her spirit. Finally, the eyes had come, burning themselves onto the inside of her eyelids to stay there, irremovable.
She remembered nothing more until her Fa shook her and told her of the death of the wolf. She had awoken inside her tent, but curled up comfortably in her sleeping sack, not splayed out on the floor as she had been.
Nirama frowned. Since that day, the eyes never left her. Whenever she closed her eyes, they were there. There had been other times when bad things happened and she couldn’t remember where she was. When she was 9, the mage had lost her tools for finding and banishing Demons. The last thing Nirama remembered before that was being out hunting. She had been alone, when all of a sudden a flash of darkness enveloped her.
And she had awoken curled in her sleeping sack. The mage’s tools had gone.
Her Fa left because of her. He had been so gentle the night before. Her Ma had been out hunting. They had been alone in the tent when the darkness came back. She managed to overcome it, after ages of struggling against the enveloping currents of evil. She had woken to find Fa looking in her eyes, his arms supporting her. He asked what was wrong, and she choked out the story. How she thought she was possessed by a Demon. He had held her all the while, never drawing back, even when she admitted she thought it was her who killed the wolf and stole the mage’s tools. When she finished, her Fa explained to her what he knew about Demons. How they killed with no mercy. He had also explained how to banish them. She must find the mage’s tools and use them to banish it. So she had slept happily that night.
Only to wake in the middle of the night to find that she was standing in the middle of the forest with her Fa lying at her feet. With a scream she had bent over him, but felt the darkness arrive again. She fought against it with all her might, concentrating on her Fa’s still body, praying that he was alive.
He was. Just.
She shook him awake, still fighting the darkness. He had woken and understood the situation at once. Nirama had managed one word before giving in to the darkness. ‘Run.’
She had woken curled up safe in her sleeping sack the next morning, never to see her Fa again.
And the Demon only ever struck on the last day of October.
Nirama clutched the mage’s tools close to her chest. Her Fa had gone years ago; she could only hope that he had survived. And today she was going to end it, just the way he had told her. She took the claws that were used to snatch demons from the air. She had already rubbed her skin with ointments to prevent her own souls leaving her body.
Now she had to rip the Demon from her body by finding it with her mind.
She searched within herself for that terrifying blackness. She had never allowed it to engulf her willingly. There’s a first time for everything, she thought bitterly. Gradually, she sank deep into herself, searching, searching.
Suddenly, there it was. It covered her, the eyes flashed in front of her, guiding her sight. With an enormous effort, the small part of Nirama that remained conscious turned her head to focus on her clawed hands. She swayed, struggling with the overpowering force that was the Demon.
She must remove those Demon eyes. It was the way to be rid of it. Reaching up with those claws, she focused the little control she had left onto striking those eyes. She must hit first time. Closing her eyelids to get a clear view, she raised her hands and struck.
Nirama awoke.
She tensed, then relaxed when she realised that although her eyes were closed, the Demon eyes were gone.
It had worked
.
With a sigh she relaxed back into sleep.
She was free.
I had to edit it down a lot!!!! Its now 1000 words exactly lol. Including the title.
I'm not very good at writing 'short' stories.
Hope it's OK!
Demon Eyes
Nirama shuddered in fright. She shouldn’t be here. No one ever came here. It was forbidden. It was against human nature.
Yet here she was.
She drew a steadying breath. Control your panic, she thought. You know what to do. She hoped. Her Fa had explained, before he left her forever. She squeezed her eyes shut. Memories of Fa were painful.
Suddenly, Nirama’s eyes flew open and she gave a yelp. They were there again. Those eyes. There was one thing Nirama was sure of in her uncertain life. She would never forget those eyes. The eyes that flashed with all the deadly power of the underworld. The world Demons come from.
Nirama crouched in the glade. She had never been here before. Even animals avoided the place where a hunter had been killed. Nirama had only been seven summers when it happened. Her Fa had told her about it. How the wolf’s face had been mutilated beyond recognition. How her silver fur had been streaked with dull red. How it must have been a demon, or worse, to do such a thing to one of the hunters of the forest.
Nirama’s problem was that she couldn’t remember where she had been during the wolf’s death. Even now, at 14 summers, the most she could remember was about an hour before the killing.
The first time she saw those eyes.
She had been sitting in her tent at the Fox camp. Her parents had been out hunting. Nirama had been eating some berries she had discovered in her Ma’s store. She had taken her first bite of the fourth berry when a blinding vision of darkness flashed across her sight. She cried out and fell backwards. She remembered every detail like it was yesterday! The darkness of the underworld swooping over her, blotting out every happy memory until she was left with nothing. The fire came next, burning through her spirit. Finally, the eyes had come, burning themselves onto the inside of her eyelids to stay there, irremovable.
She remembered nothing more until her Fa shook her and told her of the death of the wolf. She had awoken inside her tent, but curled up comfortably in her sleeping sack, not splayed out on the floor as she had been.
Nirama frowned. Since that day, the eyes never left her. Whenever she closed her eyes, they were there. There had been other times when bad things happened and she couldn’t remember where she was. When she was 9, the mage had lost her tools for finding and banishing Demons. The last thing Nirama remembered before that was being out hunting. She had been alone, when all of a sudden a flash of darkness enveloped her.
And she had awoken curled in her sleeping sack. The mage’s tools had gone.
Her Fa left because of her. He had been so gentle the night before. Her Ma had been out hunting. They had been alone in the tent when the darkness came back. She managed to overcome it, after ages of struggling against the enveloping currents of evil. She had woken to find Fa looking in her eyes, his arms supporting her. He asked what was wrong, and she choked out the story. How she thought she was possessed by a Demon. He had held her all the while, never drawing back, even when she admitted she thought it was her who killed the wolf and stole the mage’s tools. When she finished, her Fa explained to her what he knew about Demons. How they killed with no mercy. He had also explained how to banish them. She must find the mage’s tools and use them to banish it. So she had slept happily that night.
Only to wake in the middle of the night to find that she was standing in the middle of the forest with her Fa lying at her feet. With a scream she had bent over him, but felt the darkness arrive again. She fought against it with all her might, concentrating on her Fa’s still body, praying that he was alive.
He was. Just.
She shook him awake, still fighting the darkness. He had woken and understood the situation at once. Nirama had managed one word before giving in to the darkness. ‘Run.’
She had woken curled up safe in her sleeping sack the next morning, never to see her Fa again.
And the Demon only ever struck on the last day of October.
Nirama clutched the mage’s tools close to her chest. Her Fa had gone years ago; she could only hope that he had survived. And today she was going to end it, just the way he had told her. She took the claws that were used to snatch demons from the air. She had already rubbed her skin with ointments to prevent her own souls leaving her body.
Now she had to rip the Demon from her body by finding it with her mind.
She searched within herself for that terrifying blackness. She had never allowed it to engulf her willingly. There’s a first time for everything, she thought bitterly. Gradually, she sank deep into herself, searching, searching.
Suddenly, there it was. It covered her, the eyes flashed in front of her, guiding her sight. With an enormous effort, the small part of Nirama that remained conscious turned her head to focus on her clawed hands. She swayed, struggling with the overpowering force that was the Demon.
She must remove those Demon eyes. It was the way to be rid of it. Reaching up with those claws, she focused the little control she had left onto striking those eyes. She must hit first time. Closing her eyelids to get a clear view, she raised her hands and struck.
Nirama awoke.
She tensed, then relaxed when she realised that although her eyes were closed, the Demon eyes were gone.
It had worked
.
With a sigh she relaxed back into sleep.
She was free.
I had to edit it down a lot!!!! Its now 1000 words exactly lol. Including the title.
I'm not very good at writing 'short' stories.
Hope it's OK!