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They made Jadarr an evil demon to teach their children, now that demon would save their lives. The shadowy figure chuckled about the story told the night before. With a sigh, Jadarr stood and left the center of town to gather the forces to fight this evil. The time to act had arrived and he would begin the calling. He risked detection but the child did not deserve such a death. Resuming a sitting position in an alley across from the commotion the observant stranger draped the filthy cloak over stooped shoulders, removing any chance of discovery. “ Where did she come from? I was watching the square the whole time?” another asked. “ No, no you fool, she was a beautiful woman dressed in black and her eyes shone like the stars and made the beast miss!” “He wore silver armor like the knife that destroyed the demon.” “ I saw him standing there defying the beast!” one shouted. The cry of the child’s mother and the startled voices within the crowd gave the shadowy figure the moment necessary to disappear. Talons reached down for the child, as the beast finally announced its presence with an ear-splitting screech, but missed the child and fell to the ground with a thud not to move again, a knife piercing its black heart. Selecting a morsel for its meal, a child unaware of its fate, it descended and spread its bat-like wings, blocking out the sun in the square, causing everyone to look up in horror. The beast attacked without sound, diving down on the market square with the sun behind, making it all but impossible to detect. Hopefully, they learned the lesson of caution in times of trouble. Their father’s tale the night before and their mother’s punishment kept them deep within the market stall away from the sun. This morning, two of the rambunctious adventures remained out of sight. The marketplace pulsed with life, and the surrounding streets filled with all sorts of activities. Mid-morning in Mandarla was a thing to behold. Their motto helped them peddle their wares, with deft words and gestures learned over their family ancestry. The bustling shoppers kept all the merchants on high alert-time to strike a deal or go hungry. Now Mandarla and the rest of the kingdom cringed under the grip of an evil warlord as the darkness spread across the world and into the minds of all. His childhood contained marvelous adventures and a life of beauty. Pained, having to scare his beloved children, he knew they needed to learn quickly the difficulties of surviving or they would never be more than children. Darkness engulfed the kingdom, filling it with evil and strange happenings. The father cringed at the shock in his children’s eyes. ‘The night belongs to me and your children are my supper if you do not keep them safe!’ The monster’s evil voice grated in their minds as the townspeople fled the ghastly scene.” “ Then the dark evil, Jadarr, ate the child in front of the townspeople, leering at them as they watched in terror. The two chastised children held the covers tight to their chins as their father continued the story. It does not store any personal data.Website – Facebook – Twitter – Newsletter The cookie is set by the GDPR Cookie Consent plugin and is used to store whether or not user has consented to the use of cookies.

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