Ditching the Demons

Why Demons Should Never Bring Things to Life

“It would take a lot more than sleep to fix his problems.” Silversin looked at said demon, who was now approaching them. “Granted, it probably wouldn’t hurt to keep him out of the way for a while. For as much good as he does, Sam can be a bit of a trouble maker, and it might actually help Dru and Meris grow a bit if he wasn’t always around. Hello Sam, do you need some help working your dowel?”

“Don’t insult me, and stop gossiping about me with the human, the last thing she needs is your influence. I only want to know if it is possible to convert this thing into some sort of pack animal that can carry all the crap your subordinate is forcing us to bring.”

“Hey!” an angry looking Lilla popped up beside them. “Winter clothes are going to be very important once we reach the snowline.”

Her comment was ignored. “Only if you can create a way to do it mechanically.” Silversin stepped closer to him and said in a low voice. “I hope you have not forgotten what happened the last time you brought an inanimate object to life.”

“I?!” Sam managed to look thoroughly offended and slightly embarrassed at the same time. “As I recall that monstrosity was entirely your idea. The only reason I aided you, was because of your relentless pleading for my assistance.”

Silversin, seeing the peril in perusing the conversation, wisely chose not to comment on Sam's accusation. But Myra, who was too intrigued by the story to realize the danger, couldn’t help but say, “Wow, it must have been something really bad, what—”

“Myra!” The tone in Silversin’s voice was desperate and frightened. “I have something very important to show you…” she paused, looking around, “over there!” she said pointing to the southwest corner of the courtyard. And grasping Myra’s arm pulled her over in that direction.

Silversin let out a sigh of relief once they reached the grassy corner. “Whew, that was close. You really shouldn’t push Sam when he’s upset, you know. Bad things happen.”

“Isn’t he always upset?”

“Yes, but didn’t you hear him raise his voice? He only does that when he’s truly angry. Personally, I’m surprised he didn’t kill you after the first word you said.” She tapped her chin in contemplation. “He must really like you.”

Myra made a noise of exasperation, and rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. The guy completely hates my guts.” Her eyes drifted toward the demon. “And judging from the way he’s shifting his weight from one foot to the other, I think he heard your comment. So why don’t we just leave it at that. Before he comes over here and tries to kill you.”

The silver haired girl’s eyes grew wide. “Noted. But before I forget,” she reached into a silk satchel that was fastened around her waist, and pulled out a tiny object which she held between her forefinger and thumb. “Have a mint.”

As Silversin quickly retreated over to where the boys were still play-jousting, Myra shrugged and popped the round white mint into her mouth. I didn’t think by breath was that bad. Guess I’ve got to stay away from the fish flavored crackers.

Immediately Myra was blinded by a great white light. When it faded away, she was slowly descending from high in the air, upon a small walled garden. There were two figures in the garden, but she was still too high up to distinguish them. Myra naturally assumed that she was having either, an out-of-body experience, or a vision. And it’s about time, she thought with a nod of her head, I’ve been waiting for one of these for years.

A faint voice was heard, gradually getting louder.

~“…event occurred in my backyard when we were very young. Before Sam ever met Meris or Dru. When I still went by my given name of Tamsin.”