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‘Tis said that Camel Wood was once a mighty forest stretching from where the sea meets the shore a thousand leagues to where King Arthur held his court.’

‘Tis said that deep within old Camel Wood, mighty beasts roamed, bears, wolves and huge boars with tusks as sharp and as keen as the sharpest, keenest blade in all the land.

‘Tis said that some of these strange beasts came from a time when magic was a power stronger than any man’s prayer.

Now ’tis said that even in these modern times, when Camel Wood is small and kept by man, that deep within the old wood at witching times, strange beasts have sway.

The witching times are those times, neither day nor night, neither night nor day. The witching times are the times of half-light, of dusk and dawn ad dawn and dusk, and at these times, ‘tis said that then strange beasts do roam.

Of all those strange beasts, the one man and woman do most fear is the Greaty Beast.

The Greaty Beast was born of times when pestilence was on the land. ‘Twas a time when hunger, death and plague drove men and women and children to do ungodly things.

‘Tis said the Greaty Beast is a creature of the witching hours, and even today, the Greaty Beast waits and watches for the unwary.

And in the towns of Camel Wood, those towns which once were hams and cots, those towns of Castair to the East and Strand to the West, Oak to the South and Easthope to the North, the most feared of the Greaty Beasts was given a name.

Part wolf, part man, part witch, part elf, Wulf Lupus watched for the unwary from behind the trees.


This is a flash fiction piece written by my friend Lois Elsden, who’s blog you can check out here.

She is also part of the Somerset Writers, a community who compose their own fiction and share them on a joint blog. They’re also looking out for new writers to join their ranks, so why not get in touch and see if you could join us?

 

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