The creature peered out from behind a boulder. Its single red eye glinted in the moonlight. There was nothing but darkness where the other eye should’ve been.
The human girl, dull brown hair whipping in the wind, crouched down, clutching her weapon. It was a silver sword, encrusted with rubies and other gems.
“Where’d you get that sword?” spoke the creature, its voice a low rumble.
The girl straightened up. “I won’t answer you. Come into the light!”
Grumbling, it stepped out from behind its boulder. The girl gasped. She stared, taking in the gray skin, red-brown hair, and pointed ears. It had bright red horns and matching dragon wings.
“What are you!?” she cried, holding her sword in a defensive position. “You… You’re… Are you some sort of demon?”
“Yes,” it growled. “Now tell me where you got that sword!” It lunged at her, reaching for the weapon.
Without thinking, the girl swung the sword at it, leaving a slash across the demon’s face.
“Oh!” she cried. “No, I’m sorry! I-”
The demon did not wait to listen to her. It snarled, turned around and was gone.
Years later, Zolrith still remembered that day. After that, and a few such instances, he stopped talking to mortals. Or anyone, for that matter.
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