The Secret Sellers

Once upon a time an old woman foretold a world where monsters ruled. And they did. The fairy tales from history seemed to foretell the mutations of the future. Forests grew large and dark and within them, creatures thrived. Avis Eldred is one of the few surviving humans; she should be grateful for that. But she's not grateful for killing in order to survive. Now she faces a choice - take a leap of faith and defy everything she ever knew, or keep being a murderer and a coward.


12. Absurdity




The fox – Crevan – continued to observe her under beady eyes as if she was an interesting new insect. Avis eyed him with new feelings of suspicion. This fox, despite the knowledge that Casimir respected him with her, could be sizing her up for his next meal.

She met his eerie knowledgeable gaze head on and tried not to tremble in the heavy presence that was inflicted on her. He was just a fox how could he be this high and mighty.

“W-What do you want?” Avis was pleased that her voice only stumbled a little bit.

The fox blinked its amber eyes, “Human,” Avis thought that foxes couldn’t sound patronizing but this one managed it, “Think of the absurdity of that question, you asked for me and you have the audacity to ask me what I want?” He sniffed and gave her the most distained look that a fox could muster.

“I-I’m sorry?” Avis conjured those words with some difficulty, “I didn’t mean to offend you,”

Crevan just turned round to groom himself all the while pricking his ears. Avis could hear it too it was like a sudden disturbance in the silence, like the wind had picked up. In a blink of an eye Beck was there and at first glance it didn’t look as if he was alone. It was a small, little thing on his shoulder and Avis couldn’t really describe it. It hugged Beck from behind angling its head towards his ears but its face was hidden by a skull like mask. The most peculiar thing was that it was holding a small clock in between its grimy and insistent fingers.

Avis rose a shaking arm to Beck, and he turned to her with a curious look his anxiety filled face smoothing out upon sight of her. “T-there’s something on your shoulder,”

Beck turned his head but all he could see was a small, almost dead leaf. “It’s just a leaf.”

Avis blinked and indeed that little monster of a thing was gone and replaced with a single leaf.

“How strange,” Crevan mused.

“Never run off like that ever again,” Beck commanded as he moved to be closer to Avis all the while staring at the fox.

“Can we get on to the bit where you called for me?” The fox interrupted yet again, god this knowledgeable being was certainly arrogant. 

“We need to get to the house on the hill, you must know the one we’re on about,” Beck sighed defeated.

“I do yes, I’m not an idiot but me doing so has a price, you must know that wolf thing.” Crevan continued to groom himself as Beck fumed at the arrogant animal.

“I’ll pay you back somehow, I promise.” Avis pleaded and the fox yawned, showing off his long teeth and a bright pink tongue. Avis didn’t want to think about the things that had been in between those jaws and teeth.

The fox twitched an ear while looking amused, “Be careful throwing those words around so casually, you never know which mindless beast will take that promise and turn you into a murderer.”

If I wasn’t already, I would be soon, Avis thought. This fox was getting right on his nerves. Could he not just say things outright?

“I’ll tell you a story.” Beck sighed rubbing his hand over his eyes as if he was tired. The anxiety from finding Avis had exhausted him. Damn that girl.

“Well let’s all get comfy,” Crevan laughed and they all settled on various perches to listen to the story about to tumble out of Beck’s mouth.

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