I wrote this at complete random, my girlfriend kept suggesting I write something again so here it is. A story that I plan to finish and I hope to keep for a while. What I have so far is great and I feel I'll be releasing at least one a week!
A lone family living roughly half a league from the nearest town are all huddled around a fire. The trio caught in a surprise blizzard, windows clanging on their hinges, doors shuttering, and wood creaking in the wind. The villagers deemed them insane and told them they wanted death. Soldiers had guarded the villagers from any demons or monsters that tried to attack, it certainly hadn't been common but it happened often enough they had to hire the king's soldiers to defend them. Lots of valuable farmland had been at stake. The son went to go gather some food from their basement. "Be quick, I don't want you out there long, Maquin" his mother called out.
Maquin opened the door and sprinted out around back for their basement door, the cold wind piercing his newly purchased hide cloak. He threw the doors open and entered the cellar, gathering a meals-worth of food. He ran back out and closed the cellar doors. As Maquin headed back around front he swore he saw something entering the house. He ran as fast as he could inside an looked around but couldn't manage to find anything. He slammed the door shut but still couldn't shake the feeling he had seen something entering from his body. Maquin decided he was being delusional and headed back to his parents. "I've brought food, ma"
-Frostbite Demon's POV-
The blizzard had hit directly as planned, the small serpentine creature smirked to itself. Frostbite demons had often been hunted by courageous souls who wished for a nice trophy. Their fangs were a total of six inches long although with no venomous qualities. This frostbite demon had survived long enough to fully grow out its small wings. The demon slithered slowly after Maquin, moving slowly so the frosty scales didn't hiss as they scraped the wooden floor. Maquin sat down leaving him and his parents unprepared, and mostly defenseless. Frostbite demons, especially the older ones loved to toy with their prey, which it had planned to do anyways. The snake flapped up off the ground releasing their rarely seen frostbreath, the freezing air blasting with a loud "Wheesh". The breath had been aimed at the mother of the three, knowing it would send the others into panic. The demon slithered away rapidly letting out a wheezing snicker.
-Maquin's POV-
"MOM!" Maquin screamed leaping over to his now dying mother. He raised his hand to her neck and felt for her pulse. '1' *thump*, '2' *thump*, '3... nothing'. Maquin pounded on her chest. "MOM, MOM, COME ON PLEASE!" He yelled with tears in his eyes. He felt for a pulse again as he put his fingers on her neck, her skin felt cold. "PLEASE MOM NO!" He hugged her lifeless body in tears. Maquin stood, filled with rage as he heard his father coming back from his room with two swords.
"COME ON MAQUIN!" He commanded and tossed him a blade.
Maquin fumbled with the blade for a moment then nodded solemnly. He stood up and went to his father. "Where are we looking?"
His father sighed "No idea..."
-Frostbite Demon's POV-
The serpent slowly slithered up upon Maquin and his father, although not nearly as quiet as before. Maquin's father whirled around hearing the faint scraping and lunged at the demonic snake hoping to surprise them. The demon lifted off instantaneously, only performing a small jump. The beast lunged forward it's fangs sinking into Maquin's father's neck. The snake backed off warm blood flowing across it's red stained scales.