The Daughter of the Hearth

chapter 17

It was a cold night. Nyx ran through the woods, crunching the leaves up to the hill where there was a giant tree which scraped the atmosphere.

"Where are you?" She said in a way she was singing.

"Nyx!" I yelled.

"What are you doing?"

"I know he's here, he has to be!"

"Who?!"

"The Manticore!" She yelled back.

"Nyx, let it go! Your becoming paranoid!"

"I am not going to die before I feel the satisfactory!" Tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"This monster cannot roam the Earth without feeling happy that it took my father away from me!"

Then there it was, it's long serpentine tail and it's crusty fists clutched, and it's teeth ready to tear meat.