Slaying into the void: Setting the Stage

“EEK” One of the male models screamed.

 

The rest of the models fled the stage and into the woods that lead to town. The model that screamed froze in place, staring in horror.

 

Feirin rushed through the curtains separating the front and back stage. 

“What is it?” He asked hurriedly.

 

The model pointed a shaking hand.

“That thing is ruining dress rehearsal.”

 

Feirin slowly scanned in the direction that he was pointing, and saw a green slime the size of a dining table. It sat on the opposite side of the stage just gumming on a stage light. Feirin’s face contorted in disgust.

“Ugh, it’s hideous.” He commented with disgust in his voice.

 

The slime turned its head to Feirin.

“Mrrp?” It gurgled.

 

Feirin shuddered.

“Oh no you don’t, not on my stage!”

 

Feirin pulled out a beeswax candle out of his pocket and it set ablaze. He blew the fire and it turned into the shape of a wyvern. The fire wyvern lunged at the slime and the slime squeaked in alarm. The slime blew a raspberry at the wyvern. The wyvern roared and went out with a hush.

“Excuse me?!” Feirin exclaimed, annoyed.

 

Feirin took a deep breath and blew one long blow. The shape this time was a wolf and it had three heads. The wolf growled then it walked over and stepped on the slime. The slime made a hissing sound then a pop. The wolf lifted its paw and the slime was a pile of green goo. Feirin licked his fingers and put out the candle. He stowed away and then dusted off his hands.

“Okay! Somebody clean that up and we’ll run the rehearsal in 5.” He commanded the people he thought were backstage. 

 

He opened the curtain and there was no one there. Feirin knew then he needed to write so many letters to the models and crew. His hand ached as he thought about it.