![]() BrowniesA Story by Sarah“What about knarls and Vixs?” From the other side of the hall Damon lets out a dark booming laugh. My lips knit together as he rises to his feet, ale in one hand, and rocks over to me, each step echoes loud and sturdy against the stone walls. The hall silences, the flames flicker, and everyone turn their eyes to him. “You think your worst nightmares are knarls and Vixs?” Damon mocks as he strides towards me, “Pixies and Nymphs?” he cackles slamming his goblet on the table. He kneels to my level and grabs me gruffly by the shoulder. “The real danger,” he eyes me closely before continuing. My breath catches in my throat. “Is the wolves. “ His eyes glimmer dangerously. “They come in packs little lad, as the night falls and the trees grow dark. Sometimes you can’t tell if it’s the wind howling or not. And when yer not lookin’ they’ll surround yeh quicker before you can think… and get yeh.” I jump; a terrified whisper escapes through my lips. He chuckles and pats my shoulders before standing. “When you’re out there!” He calls to the rest of the hall, “Deadrist isn’t just another forest. All the stories your mothers told you of the creatures and monsters lurking in the dark are the likes of singsongs and too much wine! It’s not the trolls that will crush you, but the tree’s… nor the pixies that will enchant you, but the flowers.” He turns back to me and takes a swig out of his goblet. “It’s not the knarls and Vixs you have to worry about little lad. It’s what’s real, that’s dangerous.” © 2013 SarahAuthor's Note
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