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kalons featured: rufusstory:Over the dusty counter, Hadain turned away. I felt sorry for him, the one armed fellow who runs the armoury. Slightly rude, but I could tell he was lonely I took one last glance over the items, and turned to leave. I couldn’t imagine how many kalons would come to the shop. Clearly, not enough. The layer of dust could be used as a measure of time in the shop.
One glance outside the door showed me the dark world outside, the place which I once knew as bright and colourful was now dim. Any company, if brief, was welcome. Who knows how long this journey will be?
I turned back and glanced over my shoulder. ‘Do you need any help around here? y’know, I’ll be sticking around the town for a bit,’ I asked gruffly, fearing he would be offended. I shouldn’t have worried though. It was like someone had switched him on. His ears pricked, and he glanced at me with interest, his eyes coming alive and I could see him as he might have been in his younger days, strong, smart and crafty.
‘You want to help? I could use it.’ He replied. ‘How about take care of the little street gremlins? You have to draw them out, y'know, they like to hoard pretty things. Here, take this.’
He stood up from behind the counter and dust billowed around his figure. I approached him cautiously and he stretched out his paws and jewellery and silk fell into my paws.
‘The jewellery is false,’ he said, looking at my greedy expression as I gazed at all the pretty items. I smiled at him sheepishly.
‘I’ll take care of the gremlins,’ I said. ‘Where is the best place to find them?’
He cupped his chin. ‘At night, by the clock tower. They like to play with the time. You may have noticed none of our clocks have the same time, it’s cos those buggers.’
I thanked him and wandered out of the armoury. The sun was low on the horizon, making the already gloomy shell of a town gloomier.
I put the items into my rucksack and heaved my items on my back. The clock tower wasn’t far from here, but I wanted to get a good look around before laying my trap.
The streets had an abandoned feel to them, even though I knew I wasn’t alone. I reached the clock tower and stared up at it. A threatening figure in the darkening sky, I felt a shiver run down my back. And then I heard it, the scratch of small claws.
I knew it was the gremlins. I secured a net around a branch of a nearby tree. I wasn’t going to go into the clock tower to find them, no way. Scattering the jewellery around the net, I tied the silks around the knots of the net.
They were small black things, with multiple legs and multiple heads. They were made of blackness and they swarmed towards the net. My skin started to crawl as I imagined them crawling up my skin, through my fur and in my ears. Too early, I yanked the net. The gremlins scattered, screeching at a pitch I could just hear. Cursing myself, I waited. I waited all night for them to come back and while I did see a head poke out, I didn’t see them again.
So I waited until the next night. I checked in with Habain and told him what I had failed to do. He just shook his head kindly at me and told to come back once I’d scared them off.
Now determination filled me, it was a matter of pride now. The next evening was cooler, and I pulled a cloak of my pack and wrapped it around myself. I had set up camp on the outskirts of the town, close enough to be safe, far enough to stay away from the things creeping around at night.
Again, I positioned the items Habain had given me and waited. The gremlins took even longer to come out this time, I guess they were aware I was there. But eventually they came.
This time, I waited until the things had crept into the net. There was hundreds of them, children of the demons. This time, I snapped the net shut at the right moment. It hung, suspended in the air from where it had been snatched up. The net crawled with the gremlins. I cut the net free and ran, past the town, over a bridge and dropped them into the river.
Exhausted, I rested.
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