Terror Twenty - Scream

Terror Twenty - Scream

I wake up to birdsong, and the faint sound of someone breathing nearby.

It takes just a moment to realize that Im not home. The forest ground isnt my mattress, no matter how thick the blanket I put down.

Sitting up with a yawn, I look around the tent and find Felix curled up in a ball at the far end. Shes awake too, but the way shes moving around and yawning tells me she only just woke up. Did she hear me moving? Thats... likely.

Morning, I say.

Hey, she replies.

Breakfast isnt anything special. Im too lazy to relight the fire, and it would take a long time to manage anyway. So we have some bread which has started to harden, as well as the rest of the meat we had packed away. There are some sausages and such that are salted enough that I think theyll hold until the afternoon, so those I pack back into our bags. We have fruit too, and some pastries.

I think the guy at the inn just tossed everything that was nearby into the bags. I cant really complain, though, it tastes pretty good. Not as good as some of the food I get at home, but certainly different.

Felix helps me pack away the tent and we kick around the remains of our fire. I dont want to set the forest on fire, even if its not the dry season just yet.

In fact, its a little cloudy today, with big poofy and low-hanging clouds above. The ceiling is low, which might be useful if were going to ambush the caravan.

Okay, I say. I have something of a plan. A plan Id come together with last night.

What is it? Felix asks.

Well, first, we need more monsters. Just these wyverns aren't going to be enough. I think... were going to fly past where the caravan is, first on the left, then the right, and well ask some of the monsters we find to block the road ahead and wait on the sides.

An ambush, Felix says. I used to listen to some of the boys when theyd make plans to ambush people. They never let me help, because of my eyes, and because Im a bit weak.

I nod. I guess thats what it is, yeah. Well hit them from four sides. A wall of monsters at the front, two waves from the sides, and then us on the wyverns from above. Hopefully the other monsters can make it safer for us before we come down.

Can the wyverns steal the books? Felix asks.

Ill have to see how the books are secured, but Id guess not. I remember seeing some book shipmentstheyre really heavy. Well need to clear the area around the cart or whatever, hitch it to a monster, and ride it away.

Cant do that with people around, Felix says.

Exactly.

We finish stuffing the rest of our stuff away, and Felix and I jump back onto the largest of the wyverns.

I might be getting used to the whole flying thing, because I dont feel quite as terrible when we take off this time.

We gain more and more altitude, until were flirting with the bottom of the clouds. I point to the side, directing the wyvern towards a few columns of smoke in the distance. The caravan!

We keep high, the rest of the flight of monsters staying above the cloud cover. Hopefully, this high up, theyll just think were some large bird. Then again, if they do spot us, I doubt theyll be able to do anything.

The caravan isnt huge, but its bigger than Id hoped. I count sixteen wagons, and a few pack animals loaded down with bags. There seem to be two groups of guards, one at the front and one at the rear of the line, maybe ten guards in each. And for each wagon, I count about two workers.

And then, from the grey of the clouds, I see it. A huge form, breaking out of the grey with the slow but unstoppable motion of the moon cresting the horizon.

An angel.

Oh no. Wyvern! Fly!

The angel descends until it is entirely beyond the bounds of the cloudy ceiling, and without anything obscuring it, I can see its full form.

Its a disk, flat and round, like a gigantic coin made of rings hovering within each other. At its centre is a narrow rod, like a needle with a point on both ends, and a singular eye in its middle, an eye turned red by strain and grief.

Faster, faster! I shout.

A thunder-crack sounds.

One of the disks, the largest, which is as big around as an entire castle, has shifted in the time it takes someone to blink, its now perfectly perpendicular to the rest of the angel.

Another boom, and another disk appears in a different position, this one at an angle to the others. Then another, and the final disk is perpendicular to the last.

Come on, come on! Move! I shout.

Whats happening? Felix screams.

Below, the monsters are howling as they rush towards the caravan.

The angels disks spin, but then stop moving just as suddenly as they started.

Mouths open up all around the exterior of the rings. Human mouths, with strained lips and long teeth with no gums.

The world goes silent as the angel inhales. The monsters howls fade. I called out, but my voice doesnt produce so much as a whisper, and even the wild beating of my heart is silent.

Then the angel screams.

The shout flattens trees and shoves us ahead with a powerful gust of wind.

Its not just a scream, even though theres no denying that it sounds like a hundred people wailing in terror, theres more to it than that. Raw magic and tender emotions. Its a noise that has me wincing in pain, not just because its so unbelievably loud, but because it digs into my head and squeezes.

The monsters on the ground are torn apart, as if a giants scythe has sliced through them all from above.

I wince, the noise leaving my ears ringing.

A glance up and I see the angels eye locked onto us.

No no no no no!

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