The Blue Witch by Alane Adams

Author:Alane Adams
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SparkPress
Published: 2018-11-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Abigail kept her eyes closed as the wind rushed past her face. The Omera’s claws dug into her shoulders but only tight enough to grip her.

“Put me down,” she shouted for the hundredth time, beating on its scaly legs. She’d escaped one monster only to be taken by another.

It kept flapping its wings, ignoring her pleas.

She looked around trying to see where they were headed, but a layer of fog covered the swamps. As they flew on, the fog turned to mist and Abigail could make out the rise of a distant peak. This was the eastern end of Balfour Island, a wild untamed place filled with roaming Shun Kara wolves, packs of sneevils, and other ghastly creatures.

The Omera flew steadily until it reached the peak, then flew straight up a sheer cliff until it reached a stone ledge. It released her, sending her tumbling, and landed next to her with a rasp of its claws.

Abigail scuffed her knees on the rough stone, but no bones were broken. Standing on shaky legs, she looked around, nearly fainting at how high up they were.

The Omera snorted at her, blowing steam from its nostrils.

“What do you want?” she said, stinging and aching. “Why did you bring me here?”

The Omera jerked its head toward a tall pile of sticks.

Not a pile. A nest.

“You want me to look inside?” Abigail asked and then drew back as a horrible thought occurred. “Or am I the next meal for your hatchlings?”

The creature snorted again and then whimpered softly.

Abigail sighed. “Fine. I suppose if you wanted to eat me, you would have already.” She stalked over to the nest. The tangle of sticks and moss was taller than she was. Taking a step up onto the twisted branches, she peered over the top.

Inside were two inky black hatchlings, fresh out of their shells, gaping at her with wide open maws. Their baby teeth were already sharp. But a third one hadn’t hatched yet.

She looked down at the Omera. “What is it you want me to do?”

The Omera leapt inside the nest, nudging the unhatched egg toward Abigail, then waited.

It was crazy, but the Omera seemed to want her to do something about her unhatched egg. Abigail warily climbed onto the lip of the nest, legs dangling. The two hatchlings tried to nip at her ankles, but the mama Omera growled at them, and they yelped, retreating behind her.

Abigail slowly lowered herself into the nest. Stretching her hand out, she touched the unhatched egg. The shell was surprisingly warm to the touch. She knelt closer and put her ear to the speckled surface, listening.

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