NaNoWriMo Excerpt 11/27/18
The twisting limbs of the tree were covered in a pale purple bark and bright green fruit with yellow spots. I reached out and grabbed the fruit as I passed it running for the far side of the meadow. As soon as the fruit separated from the tree, all the grass in the field shuddered and fell at once, leaving me in the open.
A great cry echoed from some place far away sending shivers down my spine as my legs carried me to the edge of the meadow. I slid to a halt just inside the tree line and turned to look back at the field and celebrate my victory. What I saw made a knot form in the pit of my stomach.
The field had wilted to a dull grey. There was nothing I could see anywhere in the field that I could identify as mephits. The tree’s purple bark had turned to a dark color.
“What happened?” I asked.
Bayard was laughing on my shoulder, “give me the fruit, quickly!”
I held the small green and yellow fruit in my hand and looked at it. Another cry echoed from the forest, this time closer to the meadow. I turned toward the sound, looking up as Bayard flitted from my shoulder and began trying to open my hand.
“Give it to me! It’s mine! You said you would get it for me!” he whined.
“What happened here?” I demanded, pulling my hand from him.
“You helped me get my fruit,” he said, darting forward, latching onto my thumb.
Before I could ask him again his tiny teeth bit down into my hand making me flail it wildly. The fruit flew from my grasp, followed closely behind by the pixie. He caught it just before it hit the ground and chuckled looking at me.
“Thank you for your service, Fey-with-no-name,” he said looking at the fruit, “You have assisted our kind with securing our rise to power. If our paths cross again, I will be merciful on you.”
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