The Uninvited Guest - A Dryad

Inside a tree. The forest.

"Go check, Prium."

Vulcan ordered as the knock came on the door again. That was the second time the knock would come. Prium shot her father a glare, and looked at Ayla who was reading through a scroll. She didn't let her irritation hang in the air forever. She argued,

"We have an errand girl, let her get the door."

Vulcan was raged at that and shot,

"Let this be the last time you'd call her that, Prium. She has every thing we don't and yet she's humble."

The knock came the third time. Prium scoffed and watched Ayla stand up to go get the door without uttering a word.

Prium scorned,

"I don't think she's got any choice."

Then at once, it seemed as though something just occurred to Vulcan,

"Come to think of it who could be at the door?"

Prium seemed to come to reason too. Her face said so.

And that was right. The house they were living in the tree had a compound and a lawn before it. Which meant whoever was at the door had crossed the portal, the lawn, walked into the pavement before knocking.

"Could it be Athena?"

Vulcan muttered to himself than to the rest. If Athena was done with her task she would had appeared to him in the dreams before showing up for real. Or?

Ayla got the door finally but she was knocked out of the way. By some force.

Vulcan and Prium sprung to their feet at that. Not only shocked, but wondering where Ayla power to strike back had gone to. Twas easy to forget that twas an ambush.

"Who are you?"

Prium shot at the beautiful but wierd lady who walked into the room.

The lady looked beautiful, wild, blue-eyed, red-haired, skittish, dusky, fawning, untamed, barefooted, clumsy, all graced with a long face she was wearing. From her feet to her knees were clusters of goat hair. Her amble but erected boobs were bare. She was barely clothed. The only part of her with covering was her waist, covered in large boabab leaves, which reached to the length of her thighs. Quite a lady to be lusted after. She was a dryad.

"Aynea should be ask the question."

The lady said in a strained accent. Her use of the words seemed feigned, but her expression owned up to it.

"Let me talk to her."

Ayla offered, after regaining her balance. She stood before Prium and Vulcan, in the way of the dryad. She was few steps away.

"Why should we believe you?"

Ayla asked instead. Prium was disappointed at that and couldn't help but speak,

"Believe her? She barged into this place and looks creepy."

There was disgust in her tone. Ayla ignored her and concentrated on the dryad. Prium was pissed.

"This be Aynea's house. What you do in Aynea's house?"

Ayla sighed and turned sharply to Vulcan and Prium,

"Her name is Aynea. She is a dryad. They live in trees. She claims that this tree belongs to her."

"I'll kick her out now."

Prium charged but Vulcan held unto her arm and urged,

"Let's trust Ayla on this. She knows better."

Prium sighed and shot,

"I'll observe for a while. After that..."

Ayla turned away without getting to listen. The dryad was looking around the room.

"You all be make a mess of Aynea's house."

Ayla didn't let that get to her,

"See Aynea, we do not want anyone to get hurt. We're just staying here for a while. We'll leave sooner or later. So, please go and return some other time."

Aynea seemed not to be moved by the plea. She shot instead, taking steps forward,

"You be leave Aynea's house now! Aynea be have a shindig with her lover, a Centaur in fortnight."

"What's she saying?"

Vulcan couldn't help but intrude. Ayla said over her head,

"She wants us to leave by force. She seems to be in love with a Centaur. A man-horse. They probably will have the wedding here."

"This is not going well."

Vulcan admitted to himself while Ayla tried to make Aynea see her point,

"As important as your wedding, Aynea, is as important as why we are here. Try to understand, plus there are several other trees out there."

At that, Aynea's long face began to melt into a cute round face. Aynea asked, a softness stalking her tone,

"What you be want Aynea to be do now?"

Ayla sighed in relief at last and started,

"Just find --"

But Prium interrupted her and rushed to the front trying to grab Aynea in the neck, spiting venom,

"What to do? Get the fuck off this place."

But Prium missed a hold on the dryad, as the dryad threw her arm firstly, and grabbed Prium left arm. She ran her claws through Prium's arm and traced it up her shoulder, leaving trails of cheeky gores.

"Prium!"

Vulcan called but Ayla had gotten to her aid. Ayla hit the dryad with both fist in the belly and she broke through the door, swept past the railing into the lawn. The dryad hadn't been hit with just fists, but magic.

"Tend to her."

Ayla helped Prium into Vulcan's arms and hurried outta the room.

As soon as she walked into the lawn, the dryad was already on her feet. Her red hair had been set on blue flames. A complement of her bulged blue eyeballs.

"You shouldn't had done that, Aynea. You shouldn't had hurt my mistress."

Ayla cussed, rushing towards the dryad. She went with her body suspended in the air, meaning to give her two-feet kicks. But the move wasn't well thought. The dryad held unto her two legs and spun her around, then flung her against the portal of the tree. She bounced back, the current messing with her spines. She groaned but got on her feet almost immediately.

"Aynea be nice in the first place, but your mistress be crazy in the head."

Aynea said and hurried towards Ayla. As the dryad ran towards her, Ayla was calculating the odds and summoning the currents in her.

As Aynea got to her in such force to knock her out, she ducked the sway and held unto the dryad's waist. With all the strength of the current in her, she cracked the ribs of the dryad and hurled her out of the tree, breaking through the portal.

The portal closed back. But Ayla fell down exhausted. She had used more than the expected strength. She collapsed.