Moya's 'The Raven': A Narrative Fiction

Moya was very glad for the raven, or she would be constantly lost. Not that she knew where she was going anyway. While there was a path to follow it often grew wild with underbrush and she’d lose sight of it for a few steps. And it, too, seemed to shift and change, vines and moss suddenly popping up before her where just moments ago was a well-worn trail.
No longer certain if it was night or day, the two followed the raven faithfully, finding their way by the light of the staff. It seemed they had walked for hours over terrain that changed with the forest around them, sometimes rocky, other times soft, over streams and hills. Both were growing tired and wanted to rest when all of a sudden, with no warning, no peek of it through the trees, Moya took a step and found herself in …show more content…
Moya rolled her eyes.
"Oh, come on, that was funny!"
"Except it's pronounced Rimorr. Emphasis on 'Rim'."
"Oh, picky, picky. Rimorr, Rimorr. It’s called creative license!" Fritz declared.
Moya looked at the raven once more. "Ansuz it is." Ansuz blinked, jumped into the air and perched in a nearby tree.
"It was funny." Sulked Fritz as Moya folded the map back into place and turned back to the beginning of the book.
A twig snapped in the woods. The air moaned. The flowers erupted in a flurry of whining and shivering.
Moya flipped to the page after the Lady and saw the heading, ‘Lesser Grivvatte -– Category: Worl Devil’. "Okay, here’s one. Listen. ’The Lesser Grivvatte is a small, hairy beast with pointy teeth and long, dexterous toes…’"
As Moya read, Fritz suddenly noticed the rustling in the forest behind her. He saw the bushes thrashing about and thought he heard a small snarling sound. A small flock of something blew out of the treetops, scattering in all directions like confetti shot from a canon. Ansuz called from his perch.
"’He appears quite harmless, and poses little threat unless provoked. He does possess a noxious smell…‘