Once
Mom and I finished eating dinner, I curled in her lap. "Mom, I--"
Honk!
I
started. "What does The Monster want now?"
"I
don't know--" Mom scratched me behind my ears. "--but he's your pet,
and you need to go take care of him."
Even
though I knew Mom was right, I pouted my lips. "Fine ... ."
Reluctantly, I crawled from Mom's lap and made my way to the front door.
Honk!
Honk. ... Hon--"
I
blinked. "Huh?" Without using a toy, I opened the door and rushed to
where I had left The Monster.
Sputter.
"No!"
The
Monster lay on its side while its form seemed to melt. In its grinding metal
voice, it said, "The toy ... . The Anc ... Tanu ... toy ... en sto--"
I
leaped backwards to avoid the steaming, liquid metal that used to be my pet,
The Monster. "Impossib--" My words died when I began to cry. My chest
hurt.
Thump!
I
didn't know where else to go, so I returned to the house and bolted upstairs.
One of Maru's men had to be behind this. Upon entering the room, I gasped.
The
cage door had been picked, and the only part of Maru that remained was a tuft
of his fur. The room carried a sterile smell which meant that Maru hadn't used
a toy to escape.
Mom's in danger! This time, I used a toy
before making my way back down the stairs--with the aid of a bouncy ball, it
only took me one jump to reach the bottom.
Back
in the kitchen, I found my mom staring at the wall with a blank expression
decorating her face. Her teeth chattered. While I approached, her hand shot to
the necklace of Beast-Mancer Orbs. The animal spirits within pulsed. It seemed
as if they wanted Mom to draw them into her body.
I
swallowed. "Mom ... we're in danger."
"I
know." Mom curled her toes.
"Did
Maru try to attack you then?"
Mom
shook her head.
Then how did she know? I licked my nose.
After
taking a deep breath, Mom turned away from the wall. "Maru is not a
threat."
My
eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"
Boom!
Bang!
Boom
boom!
For
the third time in recent memory, everything began to shake. The violent tremors
ripped pictures from the wall and turned the TV on its side. The sour taste of
bile caressed my tongue.
Mom
met my eyes. "Your father has returned."
My
veins froze, and I began to tremble more violently than the land itself.
"Dad ... ."
End
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