Challenge #31: Campfire tales

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Title: Other
Word Count: 263
Rating: PG-13
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any): None
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): Violence
Summary: Around a campfire




The fire crackled, blurring the air as smokes scent lead a pleasant trill through it. The story teller leaned forward, grin deep and voice barely above a whisper, head turning slow and deliberate between the one beside him and the two on the other side.

The two opposite were placid. Winds chill lapped at their faces as their bodies sat warmly snug within thick layers. A smaller body curled under the crook of the other’s arm, still tiny enough to fit but filling the space far more. Little brother seemed impossibly small and impossibly big at the same time. An eyebrow was arched by the young one; the tale had been softened, possibly for his benefit. Even though there was no need at all. After all they were hardly typical children:

They were other, they were simply more, they were beyond the humans, and such fragile life couldn’t touch them. So they sat quiet, listening with amusement at these old classics, knowing they were the monsters of which the tales spoke. This was their hubris.

They heard the rustling of branches, of stealthy footsteps, of muted whispers, but simply did not fear.

Metal came fast and sharp out of the dark and skewered them through.

A last thought floated; it’s of the one of his flesh: his still too small brother would now remain that way forever.

They were neither of them human. And yet were taken down by a human with a human sword.

This was their hubris. Everyone knows monsters sitting around a camp fire should tell tales of monster hunters.

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