A Tale of Red Riding by Neo Edmund

Author:Neo Edmund [Edmund, Neo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fairy Tales & Myths, Little Red Riding Hood, Mythology & Folk Tales, Paranormal & Urban, Werewolf, Werewolves, Magic, Lycan, Grimm Fairytales
Publisher: Word Fire Press
Published: 2015-08-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

“I couldn’t have been asleep more than a minute or two.” The instant Red’s eyes snapped open, there was no doubt they were in serious trouble. The foul stench of something dangerous was lurking in the air. Just from its odor, she could tell that it was huge and headed in their direction.

Red knew it would have been smart to wake Ash or Dote to take second watch, but they were both sleeping so soundly, and dawn was only a couple of hours away. Making things worse, Wolfgang was no longer in the spot where he had been sleeping only minutes ago.

Sniffing the air, she couldn’t find any sign of his scent. She knew Ash would say he’d ditched them at the first hint of trouble. That was unlikely considering how Wolfgang had saved them at Ice’s palace. Of course, Ash would then argue that Wolfgang knew by his own admission that Ice wouldn’t harm him, so technically the situation didn’t hold any legitimate risk on his part.

“Ash. Dote. Wake up,” Red whispered.

They were both only a few feet away, deep in sleep. Waking them should have been easy enough, if not for Red’s fear that the slightest sound could reveal their presence to the beast headed their way and getting closer by the second. Something had to be done soon or they were going to end up in a battle she was unsure they could survive.

“Will you two wake up?” Red spoke a little louder than before.

Both remained in blissful slumber without a care in the world. Left with no choice, Red gathered up a few pebbles from the dirt. One by one, she began to fling them at Ash. The first few hit him in the chest and stomach. After this failed to get the slightest reaction, Red decided to stop playing nice and aimed right at his head. On the third or fourth attempt, she scored a shot right between his eyes.

“Dorkus Ashley, you wake up this instant.”

Ash opened his eyes with a grunt of irritation. “Red, stop messing around. I’m trying to get a little sleepy time here.”

“Keep quiet,” Red whispered. “Something’s coming.”

“Define something.”

“I’m not sure. It’s smells big and hairy and dripping with sweat, and its breath smells like dead stuff.”

Ash leaped up to his feet. “It’s a bridge troll. We’re totally doomed.”

“A bridge troll?” Red felt ridiculous just saying it.

“You know, they live under bridges and lure unsuspecting travelers to their untimely demise.”

Red rolled her eyes. “I should have known that’s what you meant.”

“It’s been wandering aimlessly since Rowling’s bridge got trashed by a couple of crazy old wizards that were wand dueling on it.”

“That makes total sense,” Red muttered.

“How far away is it?”

Red sniffed the air. “Twenty, maybe thirty yards, at the most.”

“Which is it, twenty or thirty?”

“I don’t know. What difference does it make?”

“None if it smells us.” Ash began to rip handfuls of sweet grass from the ground and rubbed the roots all over his face and arms.

Red was about to ask what he was doing when Dote opened her eyes and sat up.

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