Word count: 100
Disclaimer: Only for pleasure, not for profit.
Notes: Written and posted a year ago; I’m hoping it will be new to some, but it does fit the challenge so well I couldn’t resist!
"Swift, beat swift. Answer the call.
Air becomes foul. Wind, fierce. Turbulent, torn.
Heat scours. Dust thickens.
The Changed One called to Gwaihir. My Lord hears.
Vapour writhes. Tormented, ripped asunder. Where?
Dust. Ash. Rock. Ash. Cinder. Ash. Dust.
It is Yrch!
No, ‘tis sweet.
There! Flicker, flash of pale.
We swoop on the Little Ones. Soft breath comes shallow. Sweet blood flows slow. Heart falters, yet life is in the bone-cage still. I grip.
I clasp. Careful not to rend.
We rise. We rise. Fly! Bring them safe away."