Let Me Tell you...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: BoMoWriCha Prompts
Just a little something for the BoMoWriCha house.
Sitting around a small campfire, they were unaware of a presence that lurked in the shadows. Overhearing the tale they wove, it could not stand the lies, the humiliation.

Submitted: October 09, 2018

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Let Me Tell You...

“Let me tell you, the story of the Lethargio,” he waved his hands dramatically in front of his audience, watching their bewildered gazes. He leaned forward, smiling in the light of the campfire, the flames flickering as a gentle breeze blew. Crickets chirped, blissfully unaware of the frightening tale he was soon to spread. Certain he was going to scare even the happiest of wildlife, he continued his overly exaggerated narration, “the Lethargio was a beast unlike any other, with long, deadly claws, a face so revolting one could barely look at it without wanting to gouge their eyes out, and bad breath…” he paused, exhaling deeply, “like, really, really bad.”

The night was a peaceful one. The gentle rustling of leaves could be heard behind the campers, along with the song of the crickets. Every time he spoke, they went silent for a moment, as if they were listening to his tale. They were not the only ones, however, for within the dark, another being lurked. A figure with long flowing hair, stood deep from within the forest. Hearing the man’s words, her wolf like ears pricked up. Orange eyes stared forward, narrowed in an intense gaze. Slowly, she made her way through the dense overgrowth, following the distant voices.

The man sat on the very edge of his log. “They say this hideous beast had the power to put people to sleep.” He gestured widely to nothing in particular. “It is unknown how, but some believe it has something to do with the stench that follows it.” Shuffling slightly, as excitement spread across his face, he was about to continue. When he opened his mouth, he fell forward, off his seat and into the dirt. Quickly sitting up, he stared at his friends, strained smiles on their faces as they tried to conceal their amusement. Some looked away, others sniggered to themselves. Wiping the mud from his face, he moved back to his place on his log. Looking back at them, he smirked to himself, “I bet you find this really funny,” he said with a flick of his hand, swatting away an insect.

From within the dense overgrowth, the figure hummed quietly to herself. Pushing a branch out of the way, she grimaced at their words. Insulting, humiliating, without a care in the world. A low growl replaced her song of innocence as anger consumed her with every step she stood. As she pushed forward, the mans narration picked up again.

“It is said that once asleep, they pull in close and…” As he paused for dramatic effect, she finally saw them. Sitting around the campfire, they intently watched the storyteller. “It eats your face!” he exclaimed the last word so loudly she flinched. One of the listeners fell of his seat, another started laughing, while the rest just stared, some wide eyed, others not amused.

At last, she was near the opening where they sat. Hiding behind the last tree, she peered around it. The storyteller had his back to her, but a few who witnessed his dreadful tale, gazed up. Their eyes landed on her, surprise evident on their expressions. She gave them a small wave and gentle smile, ducking down immediately after and disappearing from sight.

She watched as the group talked among themselves, packing up their stuff and eventually heading to their respective tents. Two in each one, she noted. The storyteller, however, seemed to be alone in his tent, the furthest away. A grin curled upon her lips, her pointed teeth showing through. For minutes after, she remained crouched. Once she was sure it was safe, she stood. Making her way to the far tent, there was still movement within. Giving him no warning, she pulled it open and swiftly stepped inside.

Turning to her, the man’s eyes displayed shock. “Wha…?” he paused, struggling to find the words to speak, “Who are you?” he finally said after a moments silence.

As she moved closer, he could smell her perfume clearly. It was strong, overwhelming, to the point it made him dizzy. Stepping back, he quickly ran out of space. She cornered him, her, at first, innocent face contorting in anger. She bared her sharp teeth at him in a snarl. “What do you know about the Lethargio?” she asked, her tone low, venomous.

“Uh,” he stuttered, “noth… nothing.” He raised his hands in surrender. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Lies,” she hissed. “You spoke lies during that tale and you’re speaking them now.” She stepped up to them. “The Lethargio is not what you think…”

***

The sun started to rise, illuminating the tents below. One by one, the men all exited. They began to talk among themselves, planning the day ahead. Eventually, someone stepped forward, “Where is Brandon?” he asked. The chatter grew louder as they noticed he had not come out yet. The man who asked wandered to the storyteller’s tent. Opening it, his eyes grew wide at what he saw. In the back of it, lay a body, blood pooling around it. The man stepped in to get a closer look, a strange, eerie feeling washing over him. As he gazed down at the motionless figure, he realised it was none other than his friend, their friend of bad tales and stupid jokes, Brandon. With his face ripped off and covered in red, he was almost unrecognisable.

It was odd, despite the sight, the man was not afraid, concerned, or even disgusted. He did not know why, nor did he wonder why no one had the urge to speak up when they saw the creepy girl in the torn dress hiding within the trees. He shrugged, turning back to his friends who all stared back at him. “I saw it coming,” he said, before leaving the tent. “Who’s hungry?”


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