Folksburywoods Story Blog

Millennia, their kind, have waited in darkness for the fall foretold by the elders.

“Those who walk on two will consume themselves in avarice. Humans are not the top predators; that belongs to us,” whispered the beast as she glided silently through the night.

Tonight would be just the beginning. In the following days, the winged ones would drain the lives of all who dared show themselves to the night sky.

For now, she wanted a taste of what was to come when the winged ones would gorge themselves on the flesh of humans. All would die on that day.

Spotting campers below, she steadied her flight and dove straight into the center of the gathering. “Humans always scatter like moths to the fire,” she laughed.

The creature selected an old man as her target. “His blood will be like fine aged wine,” the beast thought. 

A slight twist of the wing brought her right to his neck. Seconds later, she’d drained his life force.

“Back to the sky and home to wait for our final victory,” screeched the bat, who pumped her wings as she shot into the night sky.

“We are coming, and there is nothing you can do,” whispered the flyer as she vanished into the dark.