A Death In The Fields Of Dura Robu
A Short Story
By Kai Fai

Cho Madison looked at the enchanted sword in her hands and felt stressed.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her magical surroundings. She had always loved grand Dura Robu with its mangled, moaning mountains. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel stressed.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Enoja Williams. Enoja was a deranged demon with short hands and blonde legs.

Cho gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a hilarious, intuitive, tea drinker with brunette hands and tall legs. Her friends saw her as a filthy, freezing fairy. Once, she had even brought an odd old lady back from the brink of death.

But not even a hilarious person who had once brought an odd old lady back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Enoja had in store today.

The storm teased like murdering fairies, making Cho unstable.

As Cho stepped outside and Enoja came closer, she could see the miniature glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want Death," Enoja bellowed, in an admirable tone. He slammed his fist against Cho's chest, with the force of 4381 elves. "I frigging hate you, Cho Madison."

Cho looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the enchanted sword. "Enoja, I hate you," she replied.

They looked at each other with cross feelings, like two wet, worried wolves beheading at a very rude war, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two spiteful uncles killing to the beat.

Suddenly, Enoja lunged forward and tried to punch Cho in the face. Quickly, Cho grabbed the enchanted sword and brought it down on Enoja's skull.

Enoja's short hands trembled and his blonde legs wobbled. He looked sad, his body raw like a knowledgeable, kaleidoscopic knife.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Enoja Williams was dead.

Cho Madison went back inside and made herself a nice cup of tea.

THE END