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“Jabberwock Keys” is a complete just-for-fun short story that could use some polishing. A sorcerer hires jabberwock named Daisy to guard his treasure, given a silver flute to summon her, and with Daisy following, returns to his tower on a spire of rocks, stopping at a tunnel opening in the cliffs below the tower.
The tree tops tossed, and the Jabberwock slid out between the trunks, the bloody haunch of a deer caught in her jaws. She paused and dropped the haunch to the rocks, ripping off great bites, flesh and hide tearing, bones crunching under her powerful teeth.
Finished, she rubbed her bloody muzzle on a patch of grass, before taking several surprisingly dainty nibbles of a nearby bush, shearing it neatly to a stub of a trunk. Daisy crossed the distance between her and the sorcerer with flowing and lightning-quick strides, so fast Magnus recoiled in his saddle, and cocking her head to the side, the Jabberwock burbled inquiringly.
“I need you to stay close to me in the caves,” Magnus said.
The Jabberwock nodded, bobbing her head up and down.
The caves he’d carved into the rock, shored up with magic and metal supports, were large enough for the Jabberwock to pass through, so Magnus rode his horse into them, and when he glanced back to check on her, not trusting his ears in the weird echoes of the caves, she was studying the way intently.
As they emerged from the darkness into the bright light bathing the exposed cliff-top, the Jabberwock stretched her wings and neck, enjoying her freedom from the tunnels.
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Due to NaNoWriMo, I’ll probably be a little slower than usual, but I still value your feedback, frazzled as I am!