Thursday, February 16, 2012

#FridayFlash - The Mighty Warrior

Dylan slept, restless and moaning in the throes of a nightmare. A shadow leached out from under his bed, looming over his small form. Cold followed it, a hint of frost creeping across the bed covers. The boy cried out when it touched the little finger of his right hand.

Tedward leaped into action, swinging his sword at the monster. The blade connected to a scaly forearm. The creature snatched its limb back, snarling. With its other arm it swiped at Tedward. He launched himself into the air, flipping head over heels and landing on the headboard, sword at the ready. The monster blew a mighty gale of frosty breath at him. Tedward dodged to the left, nearly crashing into the Batman lamp on the nightstand. He slapped a paw against the wall and pushed, using the momentum to fly at the creature.

He got in one good strike right across the monster's face. The monster got in a strike of its own, though. Its claw opened a gash across Tedward's midsection. He fell to the floor, dropping his sword.

Dazed, he lay there for a moment. Sitting up gingerly, he inspected the wound. Not bad enough to be fatal, but bad enough there was stuffing poking out. He tried to tuck it back in as best he could and retrieved his sword.

Dylan still slept, oblivious to the battle. If Teward couldn't vanquish the monster himself he would need to wake the boy and hope he screamed. That was a sure-fire way of dispelling monsters. The only trouble with that method was that the boy would then remember enough of the nightmare to be traumatized, giving it the power to return. If Tedward could slay the beast, Dylan would settle back down into a deeper sleep and never be the wiser about what happened.

Tedward steeled himself,  gripping the sword hilt tight. The monster was once again looming over the bed, spreading it's cold nasty darkness closer and closer to the sleeping child. The mighty warrior surveyed the floor to see what might be useful. Dylan's old mini trampoline sat in the corner, now covered with various Star Wars Legos.

YES. That will do.

Tedward moved stealthily to the back of the room, then took a running go and jumped onto the trampoline. Legos went flying. So did Tedward. Through the air, sword held high, bow tie flapping. He landed on the monster's back, sinking the sword deep into its hide. It jerked, roaring in anger, but Tedward held on, twisting the sword in deeper. He kept up the pressure and in moments the beast sank to the ground, its shadow dissipating as it died.

Tedward slumped to the floor, exhausted. He lay there until morning when Dylan woke and found him injured.

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"Mommy, Teddy needs surgery." Dylan held his favorite bear up for his mother.

She examined the bear carefully. "What happened to him?"

"I don't know. I found him that way. Can you fix him?"

"Of course, baby." She ran a hand through Dylan's hair. "Let me go get the sewing box and I'll fix him right up. Why don't you go get a snack? I cut up an apple for you."

He got the apple and carried it back to his mom's work room, standing in the doorway. She had Teddy on the table, leaning over him while stitching the strange cut across his tummy. Dylan had no idea how that happened, unless maybe he caught on something when he fell off the bed. Dylan couldn't remember. He took a bite of apple and was about to leave when his mother spoke.

"What kind of monster was it this time?"

"A frost beast. They're rare but dangerous."

Who said that?

"You did a wonderful job, Tedward," his mother said. "As you always do."

"I am charged with the boy's safety, it is my sacred duty. But I love him too, you know."

She smiled, cutting the end of the thread. "I know. We are so lucky to have you. Dylan is such a special boy."

"The strength of his imagination draws these creatures. They will never relent. Neither will I."

"You're a mighty warrior, Tedward." She picked up the bear carefully and made to leave the room.

Dylan ducked around the corner into the bathroom before she could see him. His breathing came in short choppy gasps. Was that real? Did he really just witness his mother having a conversation with his teddy bear? What in the world?

He crunched another bite of apple. As he chewed he thought things over. There was only one conclusion that made sense. Dylan whispered to himself, "My teddy bear is a mighty warrior. That is the coolest thing ever!"

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Inspired by the illustration Sweet  Halloween Dreams at DeviantArt

22 comments:

  1. Valiant teddy bear warrior! You imagination knows no bounds. This was a great story.

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    1. Thank you! I credit the pregnancy hormones for this one. :)

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  2. I loved this! And Mom's in on it too? Great mini-mythos you've got going here.

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  3. Coolest childrens' story ever.

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  4. I want a Tedward. I used to have to sleep with one leg or foot sticking out from beneath the covers or the monsters would be able to get me. I still do that sometimes. If only I'd had a warrior teddy! :)

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    1. I have a Tedward! He keeps the house safe at night. ;)

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  5. Tedward is an excellent nickname, but doubly excellent for a heroic bear!

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  6. Oh my goodness! I love this! The whole time I was reading it, I was thinking about the picture it reminded me of, and then, as I got to the end of the story, there the picture was! I even planned on writing something based on that picture sometime, but now you'v ebeaten me to it! Terrific story! (My 5 year old son Connor will love this story when I read it to him. Not only does he love teddy bears, but he is very much into superheores right now.)

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    1. Thank you! I hope your son enjoys it. I'm pregnant and as I wrote this I thought about reading it to my child. I'm definitely going to have to write more children's stories!

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  7. I love that picture, and you certainly did a great job of spinning a story to go with it. Tedward is a mighty warrior indeed!

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  8. Cool idea and I love the name 'Tedward'. That picture is great, too.

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  9. This is soooooo good... really loved it!

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  10. Thanks for all the lovely comments! I'm so glad people are enjoying this one.

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  11. Oh, that was awesome! I love how you revealed little details along the way, and kept going after I thought the story had ended. I'll never see teddy bears the same way again!

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  12. Yea for Tedward! Teddybears are knowm to protect their charges. ^__^ Lovely story enjoyed it. I love the poster the very first time I ever saw it, which was a while ago now, I think you did a splendid job using it as a visual prompt.

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  13. Loved this! I have hundreds of bears so I've got a veritable army at my defence. I think I'll go give them all a hug.

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  14. Thank god for the vigilant teddy protector - I'm now pretty sure I must have had one too!This was really excellent Sonya. And I loved his name Tedward :)

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  15. So THAT'S how my beloved stuffed Nipper the Dog became so bedraggled and got his paw broken. :-) I loved this story, and the picture.

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  16. This may sound a bit corny. But, If given enough thought, this sounds like the start of a good storyline, worthy of a Pixar, or Similar animation motion picture! Yoyu should really consider it!

    I'm currently making a halloween costume based on this story. Find me on facebook as Michael A. Rivera (^_^)

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