Building up to Christmas with Dusty the Demon Hunter - A Blast from the Past - Santa’s Little Helper - Part 3

Santa’s Little Helper

A Dusty the Demon Hunter Story

By

D Michelle Gent

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To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As she shouted the last instruction, there was a crashing noise above her head and she ducked by instinct.

She watched through the window, the long shadow of a sleigh and the animals that pulled it passed over the house and became more than a shadow, it seemed to fill out, become more substantial and become real!

The sleigh made a bad landing, the animals seemed to be all alright as they skidded and slewed to a stop in the snow but the sleigh bounced off a few trees before it juddered to a halt on the driveway outside Dusty’s window.

When the flurry of snow had settled a little, Dusty could see something odd in the sleigh.

There was the figure of a man and he was waving a beautiful, magnificent and glowing sword.

He was fighting with something.

Dusty couldn’t believe her eyes; she turned to grab her boots and pulled them on.

She didn’t bother with the stairs or the doors; she opened the window and just before she clambered out, she leaned over her desk and grabbed something, then she leaped onto the porch roof to slide down it and land in the snow – the surprisingly deep snow – then she ran to the sleigh to see what the man was fighting with.

It was a horrible little thing. It was black, green, yellow and purple, the same colours as a healing bruise and it was just as attractive.

It had sharp, uneven and broken teeth and claws instead of fingers and toes.

Its ears were pointed and the snarling sounds that were coming from it sounded very much as though it were a little dog trying to growl through a throat full of phlegm.

Dusty shuddered, she knew what the creature was; she’d seen goblins before.

She could hear the sword whizzing through the air as the man swung it and each time it caught one of the goblins, there was a sizzle as it cut through its body and then a weird and musical ‘plink’ sound.

Dusty almost smiled at the sound but the man was beginning to struggle with the sheer weight of numbers, so she unfurled her unicorn rope and threw it over a bunch of the creatures.

Instead of the singular ‘plink’ as when the sword dispatched one, she managed to get three or four and the noise was similar to pebbles being dropped into a pool – ‘plinkplinkplink’.

The man was still struggling on the sleigh with a swarming morass of the goblins because as soon as he ‘plinked’ one out of existence, one more took its place with another ‘plink’ as it winked into this realm.

Dusty understood then, she realised that they weren’t doing as well as she had thought at first.

She had assumed that each ‘plink’ noise was one goblin gone but only half of the ‘plinks’ were goblins going, the other half were goblins arriving.

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