Wake – The Monksville Chronicles #90

As The Giant rows patiently with Buggaboo in his lap, the rest of Monksville begins to wake. The hawk flock comes to life in The Sticks and prepares to chase Hilaetos out for the day. The swans nesting on Isla Meeney trade shifts of watch, as do the pair eagles in their fortress in the canopy of The Crater. The turkey buzzards and the few surviving members of the gullflock prepare to purify Monksville of any carcasses which may’ve been left overnight so their decay does not spoil the water, the very water which The Eternal Mink shall never taste again, for better, not worse, as The Eternal Mink has found refuge in a mysterious far-off land known only as Bynt-Rane’bough. Far beneath the surface of Monksville, Vorcolt of the Klaww teaches his many children to scavenge with only one claw, and high above the Reservoir’s wavy surface, near the peak of the tallest mountain in the range of the snowcapped’s kin, a great and powerful black bear stirs in the back of his cave. He didn’t mean to leave his dreamscape so early, he likes to sleep until the great shine wakes him up with its warm and glorious rays, but this day is different. On this day, the vagrant puma sits at the mouth of the bear’s cave, its form a ghostly silhouette against the sky, its yellow-green eyes glowing like lightning bugs trapped in a glass held by the hands of a small giant.

“Rise, Merksus,” the puma growls, its voice a haunting and ethereal whisper, “for it is time to greet the day. You must eat or you shall starve.”

Merksus’s eyes snap awake. He leaps up on all fours and charges at the entrance of his den only to realize the fearsome cougar has vanished into thin air… or mayhap it was never there. Mayhap no lion stalks the mountains around the mighty Monksville Res’. Mayhap it is only an apparition, a ghost from days past, a lost spirit trapped in unrest.

A blood-curdling caterwaul crashes from the sky like thunder; perhaps the puma is merely a spectre, or perhaps it is something vastly more mysterious, something which will never be understood by the minds of mortal souls. Regardless, its message was true – Merksus has not eaten well in many long shinecycles. His belly has grown thin, far too thin. He has hibernated long enough. Today he will eat or he will starve.


This has been the eighth subchapter of the last chapter of the book The Monksville Chronicles. Here is everything you need to know about it:

The Monksville Chronicles

I’ve written a few other books, too. Even fixed the link. Click here to see the list.

If you’re there, hypothetical reader, thank you for being there. From this day on, we move forever forward~

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