In the first novel I ever completed, I invented the Kit’aari – a race of intelligent, dragon-like creatures which seethed with evil. As I read this week’s prompt for Christian Flash Weekly, I couldn’t resist resurrecting these dark beings. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
This Week’s Scripture Prompt:
“Then Jesus said unto them, Yet a little while is the light with you. Walk while ye have the light, lest darkness come upon you: for he that walketh in darkness knoweth not whither he goeth.”
Attack of the Kit’aari
Acrid smoke choked Tucker’s burning lungs as he stumbled through the darkness. The hot stench of sulfur made the air thick and impossible to breathe. Tears streamed down the boy’s soot-drenched face as he staggered blindly through what used to be his village.
Only minutes ago the quiet village had gone about its daily business, neighbors hollering friendly greetings as they milled about the quaint cottages nestled against the bright mountainside. Then, without warning, darkness had descended upon their mountain.
“Kit’aari!” A child had shouted, and the villagers had leaped into sudden panic. The enormous, serpentine creatures had soared over the horizon in an angry swarm, their blackened wings hiding the sun from view. Hundreds had screamed for mercy, but the kit’aari didn’t listen. Their red eyes had burned with rage as they fell from the sky, heaving sulfurous flame from their wicked jaws and snatching their victims from the ground with razor sharp talons.
“Please help me find my sister,” Tucker breathed for the thousandth time, feeling his way through the broiling pillars of smoke. The sulfur stung his eyes, forcing them closed, but still he stumbled on. How many times had he come home this way? Trying not to listen to the cries of death and horror all about him, Tucker silently counted his steps. Two hundred three, two hundred four…
Without warning, his face slammed into a wooden door. Ignoring the pain, Tucker’s hands searched desperately until they closed on the knob and turned. The next instant, he had burst inside.
“Kaye!” he rasped. He squinted through the haze. “Kaye!”
He heard his sister’s feeble sobs. Heart beating wildly, Tucker burst into the bedroom and found her there alone, her blonde head cowering in fear.
He held her for a long moment, until she whispered, “What are we going to do?”
Tucker gulped. “The plan is to wait for Simon, remember? So we’ll wait.”
This seemed to satisfy her, but Tucker wasn’t so sure. Old Man Simon was their teacher. He had often talked to them about what they should do in times of emergency, and how he would come for them.
“Where are you, Simon?” Tucker thought as the kit’aari continued their unholy screeching outside.
Suddenly the door exploded inward, causing the siblings to jump. “Children?” a familiar voice wheezed.
Tucker exhaled loudly. It was Simon. “We’re here!” he yelled over the din, grabbing his sister’s hand.
Simon’s clothes were charred with ash. “Come. Now.” With that, he led them outside.
The scene was even more horrific than before, but in the midst of the murderous chaos, a miraculous thing happened. As Simon lifted his splintered cane high into the air, it began to glow with a pure, evanescent light. It was dim at first, but then it began to shimmer brilliantly against the dark.
“Follow me!” Simon shouted, and the children were quick to obey. Together they picked their way through the sulfurous cloud, hearts beating wildly.
Tucker screamed in horror as one of the kit’aari swooped down onto Simon, cutting into his flesh with its sharpened talons. But to his surprise, Simon didn’t drop his cane. Instead it grew brighter, its white hot flame driving the creature away.
“Are you alright?” Tucker shouted, eyeing the crimson stain seeping across Simon’s chest. But the man pushed him forward.
At last, they made it to the mining caverns. Children were not allowed into the caves, but when Simon motioned for them to follow they didn’t hesitate. Soon the chaos faded as they felt their way down a long, winding staircase made of damp stone.
“Simon… your light,” Tucker said at last, as the old man’s torch began to flicker out. Then Simon sagged to the floor.
The old man held out a trembling finger. “The…light…” he rasped, his voice weak. “Is from… the Creator. Do… you… believe?”
Tucker understood the question. Simon had taught them many things about the Creator, and he understood the urgency of the question. “Yes,” Tucker nodded. “I believe.”
Simon smiled, and gripped Tucker’s hand in his own. The boy gasped as the white hot flame seared his palm, and passed from the old man’s arm into his own. It was done. Simon was dead.
Kaye’s eyes were damp with tears, but they brightened as her brother stood tall. Holding out his open palm, they marveled as a sphere of brilliant light appeared, lighting the darkness.
Without another word, Tucker led the way into the caverns, his sister close behind.