SHORT FICTION

Thursday, 19 February 2015

THE FALL KING

Hi everyone. I hope it is warm where you are. Here, it is frigid. Today I have the next installment of Poppy & the Prince. Hope you enjoy.

The Fall King
 
 
Poppy's heart was thumping so loud she was sure that Seth would hear it and come running after her. She even sniffed the air but all she could smell was the damp leaves and musty soil.
The dog next door was getting louder now and she was sure that Seth wouldn't be at the house anymore. Poppy looked behind her but saw nothing. The path ahead  was dark but she kept going. She never took this path as one time she heard whispers in her ear and they scared her. Twigs would crack and bush would rustle close by. Her heart would jump up and down in her chest. The monsters would get her she was sure so she stayed away.
Poppy entered into the dark path. She hesitated for a moment but forced one foot in front of the other. She startled herself by stepping on a twig and snapping it. Her eyes darted everywhere to see if someone heard her.
Everything went eerily quiet. Poppy had thoughts of turning back. Maybe there was another path but she would have to go back and by now surly she would meet Seth.
Poppy looked down at her feet as if leaving the decision up to them. Her right foot took a step forward. The left foot followed and soon she was walking down the dark path. She held her breath until she came to a small clearing. The light was a dull autumn color and the trees towered over her. It felt like they had eyes on her.
She started to shake and she knew she had to get going. Poppy focused to what was at the end of the path which was a back lane. It just felt a long ways to get there but she knew it really wasn't or so she told herself.
The quietness remained her companion. It was starting to play with her imagination. The solution was to keep going but her hesitancy was her mistake.
"Well, well, who have we here?"
The voice was smooth and soft  with an underlying predators tone.
"Turn around my dear so we all can see you. I won't harm you."
His words made the hair on her neck stand up. She slowly turned to face him. A tall solid built male faerie stood before her. His hair was brushed with autumn colors of burnt rusts and browns with gold highlights. His piercing green eyes shone in the dull light. Pale brown wings draped down his back. He wore a brown vest only baring his strong chest that bared a tattoo. His pants were cargo style and the color of moss.
In his hand was a staff of old oak. His long fingers caressed the top while he studied her. He was not alone. Behind him were four others. They looked just as imposing as he did.
"What's your name dear?"
She managed to stutter out her name. His eyebrow went up. "Poppy you say." He grinned and looked back at his tribe. "You know who we have here?"
Poppy watched them take a better look at her. One of them came forward and stood next to him. "This is the prince's intended."
He patted him on the back.
"Smart you are. It is indeed our little princess." He looked over at her in curiosity. "What are you doing in this part? The little princess shouldn't be here or...
His grin turned into a beautiful smile. Poppy noticed how beautiful he was. They all were. "Did you run away my sweet?"
Poppy looked away. She heard him laugh. It sounded like the wind. The trees swayed which made her jump. She looked widely around and was almost going to run for it when they surrounded her.
He was now in front of her. The smell of the leaves and soil devoured her. She looked up into his green eyes that were wild and feral.
"This has turned out to be a most interesting day. I want to entertain you my princess. I am the Fall King and I want you to come with me."
"But, but, I can't, I have to go. Really." She knew her words were futile.
He held out his hand to her. "Come, I have a story to tell you."

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