Short Story: The Savage
“It’s the savage again,” they whispered as she passed.
“Look at those scars.”
“She needs to throw that hideous cloak away.”
She held her head as she walked past. Without her, all of them would be dead.
“Why bother? Just let us have them,” the demon said, invisible to all but her kind.
She ignored the words with years of practice. Right now, while the barrier between their worlds were up, they were like mirages on different planes to each other. Come sundown, when the barrier thinned, she would fight like the savage people called her. Not for them, but for her kind.