Fantasy fairy tale urban fantasy female protagonist fairies Alondra DeCourval

Mr. Moonlight

By Loren Rhoads
Apr 4, 2019 · 493 words · 2 minutes


From the author: Ten-year-old Alondra DeCourval faces one of the creatures that roams the woods outside her mother's farm.


Alondra heard a discordant scream, dropped her book, and sprinted into the woods.  She was pounding down the path toward the sound before she realized what she was doing. Her feet tangled in a tree root and she landed full out in the dirt. The breath was pounded out of her.

The high-pitched voice pleaded now.  Alondra picked herself up and limped onward, cautious now.  It sounded like her brother had captured something and was tormenting it, but Alondra couldn’t decide what it must be.  The voice sounded almost as if it was speaking words.

She saw a flash of blue ahead, beyond the clearing beside the fairy oak.  Alondra slid into shadows outside the clearing, peering past branches to see what was happening.  If it was Alexander, she would have to run back for help.  She wished she’d thought ahead. She couldn’t let her brother know she was spying on him.

Instead of her brother, a creature made of moonlight and bone hunched in the crevice of the oak. Its paw clutched something the size of a bird.

The monster’s head raised, as if it snuffled up her scent.  When its face turned toward her, Alondra realized it had no nose.  Its skull was visible beneath its straggling fur.  Its icy blue eyes, when they focused on her, had pupils slitted like a cat’s.

“This is none of your concern,” it growled.  Its words were remarkably clear, considering it had no lips to shape the sounds.

“Let it go,” Alondra ordered. Her voice shivered and she swallowed.  “My mother has a treaty. You can’t harm them here, or you’ll be sorry.”

“Will I?” it purred.

Whatever it had captured spat out a stream of invective.

The monster tilted its head, as if considering. Then it said, “You may buy its safety from me.”

“What do you want for it?” Alondra asked.

“Fair value.  What have you got?”

She patted through her pockets. Tucked in the back pocket of her jeans was the bookmark to her forgotten book.  She’d made the bookmark by pressing wild flowers between waxed paper and ironing it.  She held it out.

“Bring it closer,” the creature said.  “I can’t see it that far away.”

Alondra stepped out into the sunlight with the bookmark held at arm’s length.

“Closer, child.  I don’t bite.”

“Yes, you do,” Alondra quavered.

“Yes, I do,” it agreed.  It shook the critter in its hand, which made a sound like broken mirror in a box.  “Come closer, child. The light is too bright for my eyes.”

Alondra walked to the middle of the clearing.  The bookmark shook in her out-stretched hand.  She swallowed hard.  “What’s your name?”

“What would you call me?”

“Mister… Moonlight.”

It laughed at her.  “I like it.”

Alondra halted and tucked the bookmark back into her pocket.  “Our bargain’s made,” she said, echoing her mother.  “I’ve given you a name.”

The monster bared its teeth and let the fairy go.

This story originally appeared in Ladies of Horror Flash Project.


Loren Rhoads

Loren Rhoads loves cemeteries and space opera and sees no contradiction in that.