Behind her, the people fled, Laurel was rooted to her spot as the man’s voice became frightened, then gurgled for Balor, and finally, when the beast pulled him from his massive fangs, he was human no more, but bloodied flesh with no more voice to scream – that is when Laurel finally ran. The beast tore at the walls and tried to reach for her, but the roof began to collapse onto it as it tore down the walls holding the structure steady. She burst into the open air, standing in stunned silence as around her, she watched men fighting, women directing people to flee, and the growling behind her growing ever louder.
Flash. The storm begins. Old women cross their hands and aim them to the sky. Old men lower their tools, their hats, their heads. Mothers find their children and lead them to canopied safety while their wide eyes watch as the young and strong begin their work.
Crack – of both thunder and wood. The men work without a word, repeating the motions they have seen. The action is imprinted at birth. Almost.
THE TALE OF THE FEESHDRAGON.
One day, the fragile princess Pepnpenkun was in her tower when a terrible, huge, feeshdragon, known as the terrible feeshdragon Erin, came looking for ingredients for princess stew. With a swipe of his massive, feeshy claws, he kidnapped the fair lady!
At first, the kingdom sent a group of four, red garbed, axe wielding warriors which were promptly eaten.