The Dragons Savior

Chapter 13~ Demons

Authors note~

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! I hope you have a good one!

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Chapter Thirteen~ Demons

Saoirse's point of view~

The blood was everywhere.  Will was still screaming and thrashing under the beast. Its beady red eyes pierced through my green.

'NO!'

I fell to my knees before it. The beast's eyes searched my soul for sins. Tears fell down my cheeks as I relived every moment of my insignificant life. When I couldn't bear it any longer, the cool hilt of my sword came to my hand.

Eyes closed, I stood. Eyes open, I took one step.  And with all the courage and strength I could muster I brought the butt of the sword down and whispered it's name.

'Ustrina Impetus.'

The sword erupted in flames and, as I suspected, the beast jumped out of the way. I stood over Williams body and in the strongest voice I could find within me I yelled 'BE GONE FROM THESE LANDS AND NEVER RETURN!'

It may have taken my heeding as it backed away slowly and ran for the hills.

Without another single thought I fell to my knees and fussed over William. 'Someone get a healer, quickly!'

I heard no movement so I looked to see what was the matter. I was being stared at.

'What?'

A boy, no older then seven, stepped forward. 'Ma'am, no one has ever banished a demon before, and they're really common 'round these parts. So 'scuse us for being a bit surprised.'

'I'll excuse you kind folk when you've healed my friend, thank you.'

And with that the boy was gone, only to return minutes later with a small beady eyed old mam with a mortar impestul.

'Now, now, now...What've we got here. Demons bite? Yes.... Yes... Big one too... Less then an eight of the sun... Pleasant... No infection... Good..Yes.' He seemed to be speaking more to himself then to me. 'Alright, Danny Two leaves of wolfs-bane, three gooseberries, a shred of the bark of a birch and one leaf of an oak tree, frog spawn, ivy vine...and...ooh...what am I missing?!'

'Wild garlic, a butterfly wing and a spoon of wine.' Elizabeth finished. 'What? I read it somewhere!' she countered at my questioning look.

'Will?'

'Yeah Soas?'

'Don't die.'

'Not planing too.' he grunted in my lap.

Two moments later the boy returned with a sack that clinked, a cauldron and a lot of sticks. In less then you could say 'hurry!' they ha built a fire and had the water in the cauldron bubbling. the old man began to hum to himself, dropping herbs in the pot and stirring.

'Mash the Gooses-berries, the wolfs-bane and the wine,

Four counts later, the wing of butterfly,