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FLASH FICTION PROMPT
Complete utter desolation.
I picked my way through the wreckage, silently chanting a mantra in my head so I wouldn’t puke my guts over the ravaged battleground. When they said they were sending a monster, I’d expected a monster.
An ugly hulk of a thing with grinning yellow teeth, wicked spiral horns and skin so thick it would be a hide of armor plated scales. I expected worn in battle-gear and bloodstained garments with cursed weapons and a permanent sneer.
I expected a monster.
I never thought it would be one little girl with eyes so dark I could swear that the shadows lived there. A girl with the voice of an angel and the body of a child. A girl who looked every single one of those battle-weary soldiers in the eye and promised that she would do her best by their stained souls.
The other side never stood a chance. She walked onto that field, alone. So small and tiny. So calm and collected. So cold and fierce. I will never forget screams that make my ears bleed.
They called her a monster.
I don’t want to know what they did to make her into one.
(c) Sara Harricharan