Strange Remains
Part 6
The archer could recognize the beast’s huge form in the sheer size of the massive bones. Yavan no longer needed to say a single word to keep him from moving closer; already from where he was, he began disliking even the idea of such proximity. His gaze slid against the pale white lines, discomforted with the absence of flesh that he did not understand. His mind’s eye replayed what he had seen that afternoon; the forest was still as broken, the tracks still as deep, yet it didn’t even feel like the same place at all.
Then, it struck him that there was a missing piece that he still couldn’t see from so much closer. “Where is the head?”
“That’s what I would like to know.” Yavan’s voice was akin to a taught rope. Menzo’s stomach dropped; for years, he had become accustomed to the monster that took people away. To discover that it was neither dead nor anywhere to be found, and to think that even Yavan could be made to worry about the state of things set his mind ablaze with haunting visions of new horrors to be wrought upon folk who had already been victims for so long.
Yavan’s voice was akin to a taught rope. Menzo’s stomach dropped. For years now he had become accustomed to the monster that took people away. To discover that it was neither dead nor anywhere to be found, and to think that even Yavan could be made to worry about the state of things set his mind ablaze with haunting visions of new horrors to be wrought upon folk who had already been victims for so long. He swallowed noisily.
“Is it… Normal?”