Demon’s Daughter

If the monster was going to take my sister, it was going to have to kill me first.

I was covered in blood, not all of it my own. My ears rang with the sound of agonized screaming. I tasted copper from the blood in my mouth. I smelled death and smoke everywhere. All I saw was fire, and all I felt was fear.

But it was trying to take Dro. It was trying to take my little sister.

I shook as I tried to stand, my body swimming with pain from being clawed and thrown around the camp. I looked around, trying to find Dro.

So many people were dying. Burned, ripped apart, shredded, eaten. There was so much blood…

I forced my legs to work, not looking at the torture, death, and fire in a place that had once been filled with laughter. Not wanting to see it, but knowing I would remember it forever.

Then I saw her. She was the only little girl with white hair in the camp. I ran faster, gripping my father’s hatchet tightly. A red-skinned monster was pulling her along. She cried and shrieked for me to save her.

And I would. I was her big sister. I was the one who kept her safe.