Another Friday, another photo prompt for Madison Woods’ Friday Fictioneers. This week I’ve written something of a fable (and a bit over 100 words, oops) so we’ll see how successful I was at capturing that sort of tone. As always, constructive criticism is very much welcome!
The Lifeblood of the Pai’ik Tree
It is a terrible crime to kill a Pai’ik tree, punishable by death, but Geet’s father had needed the medicine. So he took the axe in his leaf-smooth hands and swung it with his twig-thin arms and chipped and chopped at the ancient trunk until his palms bore seeping blisters and his muscles burned.
Then at last – crack – the old tree leaned away, sending flights of Sookyo fluttering to the sky as it crashed down, and Geet scooped the lifeblood, oozing and bubbling from the jagged stump, into his jar.
A single drop of Pai’ik blood will cure the most grievous hurt, but it cannot cure death – no more than it could heal the wound Geet suffered that day, for when he returned by dusk to his family’s cottage, his father had gone.
Now Geet walks the forests alone, ever running from the axemen, ever carrying his jar of life.
Unlike my earlier story, Ky’Awe, this week, the words I’ve used have no basis in reality, so I can’t provide an explanation other than they just sounded right (to me anyway). Click the blue guy up there for the other great stories this week, and leave your comments and links below!