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oct. 7, 2024 Plot Climax

Oct. 7, 2024 Plot: Climax



One of the large male creatures pushed his chair back, knocking it over. He came toward me, menacingly growling. “If you don’t want her, I’ll have her for myself!”

I growled back, low and deep. It slowed his approach. I stood, throwing my cloak back, and flipped to the edge of a table. Then I flipped all thew ay up into a half twist landing in the center of the tavern. I could hear the frightened cries around me.

“It cannot be...”

“Ghost!”

“Demon!”

I snarled using ZaHa to pick up several plates from the tables. They flew to me and took up orbit. I snarled louder, extending my claws and whipping my tails about me. The patrons of the tavern cowered and scooted away from me. DuraH sat still, simply observing it all. SheeraK seemed ready to bolt into action against me at his word.

I snarled again. “This is my home world. You know me; you who destroyed us after we had given you so much. Your greed into wanting to possess us and condemn us. I was the first. Now I fear I am the last.”

I turned to DuraH. “I choose you to pledge loyalty. I do not wish to hide and be the ghost. I do not wish to fight everywhere I go. I will travel with you, if you allow it.”

One of the plates broke behind me, then another to my right. The patrons had regained their courage. I gave a last pleading look to DuraH before I sent the remaining plates careening into the walls. I would not become a slave again without a fight. My whole body tensed for battle.

My tail whipped across a face. My right claws sank deep into a belly. My left paw threw a knife that skewered a wrist. I twisted my back coming against a large weapon. My attack was halted when I realized it was DuraH’s weapon.

Several patrons had been sliced. Several more had been clawed. SherraK had one creature pinned to the wall as she growled and snarled. His weapon was poised between me and the large creature who had originally tried to capture me. The creature’s weapon lay on the ground, along with his paw. Blood oozed from the sides of the hand that held the knob of a wrist.

DuraH looked down at him. “I take her loyalty. She will travel with me.”



SherraK made a face of disgust but her claws remain poised to rip the throat of the patron she had pinned. She growled at the thought of more fighting.

The patrons lowered their weapons. I could tell by the feelings I was gleaning from them that the three of us together stood as a formidable foe.

I did not know at the moment where the path ahead led. I just knew I had a place and a purpose. That was all that really mattered.