Friday’s Flash—Tiramar and the Druid
From urban fantasy, we move to fantasy – and from pixies and unicorns to vengeful druids and their swamp creatures. This story forms the March 1 in 366 Days of Flash Fiction , and is one of the longer pieces in that collection. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tiramar and Druid Helovak lived in the swamps of Jevnovar, working with the lizard people to preserve the swampland, as vile as it was. Some call Jevnovar The Reeking Swamp, but no wise man did that where Helovak the Druid could hear them. The swamp might be vile, but Helovak’s temper was worse. He was known for keeping a grudge. He even had a list. A merchant had once called him a ‘hopped up lizard jockey’, and not one of that company’s caravans made it through, or past, Jevnovar from that time on. Helovak’s list was difficult to be crossed off from. Rumours said it was written in blood on the skin of a dark frog. The truth might have been less colourful. The merchant’s ...
