A bright flash of searing white swept over the mostly sleeping town of Maubury, Massachusetts. Bright enough to momentarily making three o'clock of a December morning seem like seven o'clock of an July morning. And yet, only one person in the small town noticed it. Little Lucy Mae Falstun. A blond girl of but six years, bearing a strikingly sharp wit that was matched only by her sky-blue orbs and doll-like skin of snow. She was advanced in her schoolwork, already, and shooting questions at her parents that even most adults didn't think of. On this particular Tuesday morning, she was reading again. What was the book? `The Entire Encyclopedia of Things That Go 'Bump' In The Night`. A book nine-hundred sixty-three pages long, with strikingly small print. . .just large enough that you still had to squint with your nose in the book, but found a magnifying glass unnecessary.
The little girl had -- after the light dimmed down -- turned her head in the direction of her window, overlooking her family's backyard. Taking off her reading glasses and setting them on her desk, she blew out the cinnamon-scented candle on the desk and rose from her creaky wooden chair. Her floral, silky white nightgown brushed against her ankles as she made her way to the window. Peeling back a small portion of the light blue curtains ever-so gently, she poked just of her head around the fabric to see out the window. No luck there. The blanket of night was far too heavy to see an inch before your face, by now, and it's breath had allowed frost-creatures to creep and crawl across the windowpane. Sighing in defeat, she turned from the window to her closet. Quickly, she snatched her jacket from a hanger before slamming the door shut again. Never could be too careful with all of the closet-monsters running about. Slipping into the coat, she then proceeded to the edge of her bed. Kneeling on the floor, she peered into the darkness beneath it. "Caine? You awake?" She called in a soft voice.
A bit of a grumble could be heard, as could the creaking of a separate bed. Before long, Lucy's bed lifted up a bit and a large creature's head poked out. His skin was dark blue in color, with black stripes and specks strewn about his reptilian body randomly. A small set of antlers rested upon his head, far more intimidating than those that a deer would carry. His eyes were an entrancing shade of emerald with slits for pupils, drawing in anyone that they caught. His massive hands were human-like only in the sense that they had five fingers. On each finger was a talon-like claw, as sharp as the best swords in town. Same with his feet. Behind him swished a long, dragon-like tail. He let out a bit of a yawn before he turned his attention to the little girl. "Well, I am now. What can I do for you, Princess?" He asked in a low, thunderous voice. Despite his size, appearance, and voice he was a gentle-giant. Sweeter than most humans and other Bogeymen, he had acted something like a guardian for Lucy ever since she'd met him.
This is just a prologue for a story I'm working on. . .even this part isn't anywhere near finished.
