200 word drabble: Spoken True

Written for avatar_500 prompt #33, Trust.

Summary: Wan Shi Tong always speaks the truth.

Warning (highlight to read): character death


Spoken True

The feathers brushed by his face.  "I'm not going to hurt you."  The air was hazy with falling sand, and the words reverberated inside the spirit's beak like a cave.

He looked... like a scholar again, a bird, not a feathered snake.  The library rumbled lower into the belly of the desert, and Zei smiled.  "You'll let me stay?"

The sand was up to the man's thighs, and he had to dust off the scrolls to keep reading.  "Don't worry about that," Wan Shi Tong murmured.  "You can't leave now."

Zei turned back to the scroll on his lap.  It was fascinating, about the ancient Water civilization that had covered much of the northern half of the continent.  He took his students out on a dig last summer and brought back piles of their pottery shards.  He could feel the sand rising around his neck, but he ignored it.

He spat sand out of his mouth and held the scroll up out of the way.  "Great One," he called out, and the spirit pulled the scroll out of his hands and watched him thrash.

"I said I wouldn't hurt you, little human, but I never said I would help you."