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"Artifice most dour… sour… damn!"
The young lizard raised her head at the noise of the approaching human. The voice echoed within the walls of the tiny cave she had been shown soon after her hatching as the youngest of the ones she had come to consider 'her' humans came clambering over the rocky ledge.
"Hey Siseir my lady, my queen, my muse how fare you today?" the teenage human who reached for poet-hood reached up to scratch the jaw of the blue-black mutation, eliciting a deep rumble from further back in the chest. Siseir was two weeks old today and already grown half as large as she would ever get. She could barely fit in the cave anymore. She moved to scrape her wings against the roof, removing pinfeathers in a rain of dirt and rocks. The teenager laughed, "Yeah, you need a bigger cave. Well today we'll move you, just as soon as Warren and Ekwensi get off shift."
The wait was longer than expected and the young poet read the young mutation some of his works, smiling every time the large head tilted or she showed some form of recognition. He was startled when her head raised and a deep growl issued forth.
"Oh Marez you are in here and Siseir's not hunting, thank heavens." The familiar voice of Warren came over the ledge, followed by several others. "Quickly, we must get Siseir out of here and into the mangrove swamps. Soldiers will be coming through here in an hour."
Convincing Siseir to move was by far easier than anyone of the group could have imagined. Warren had come prepared with the shards of her egg in his bag, and after a short sniff Siseir followed him out of the cave and inland toward the mangrove swamps.
"Warren! What's going on?" Marez was the only one brave enough to walk beside Warren with Siseir this close.
"You remember the giant bat that has been attacking farms?"
Marez shuddered, "How could I forget, my uncle was one of the first attacked."
"Well the army is searching everywhere for it. They have even called in that one American team headed by Nick Tat… Tato… the one who runs with the second Godzilla."
"HEAT?"
"Yeah, them."
The group got Siseir to safety deep within the mangrove swamp. Some arguing occurred between the adults over whether or not they should give Siseir to HEAT, but it was eventually decided that the right course of action was to wait and see if indeed the young mutation would grow up to be a menace.
Warren left as soon as they found an area where they could hide Siseir, leaving his bag with Marez. Hours passed as the group watched Siseir dig some into the wet earth and haul branches over, weaving them into a large hollow nest in which she happily curled up.
Just as the sun was beginning to fade from the sky they felt the first of the tremors shake the ground, followed by many more. Siseir raised her head at a distant and eerily familiar sound and sniffed the air. The pinfeathers of her crest stood on end and she was uncoiling to stand when she felt a sharp pain in her neck and the world went dark to the sounds of Marez yelling at the other small one carrying the large green gun with the five strange shapes on both sides.
Floating… everything is black… it is so cold…
"Sleep."
Okay everyone I know I said two weeks and it has been closer to four or five. I did not expect Murphy to manifest as drastically as he did. I lost my job for starters, but regardless I am still going to keep writing.
Mark- Sorry I didn't know you needed an account to see the e-mails, or that they would be blocked if formatted properly. So the one you can reach me at is amethyr at gmail dot com. I look forward to hearing from you and discussing the idea.
Kaida Tori- I had to re-read it too to remember all that had happened. Not too happy about the whole demon thing but I'll fix that in the next chapter or two.
ECHO230- Thank you so much for your encouragement and kudos on your new story as well! John seems like an interesting kid.