The lights were generated by the human mechanisms, but many were odd: small, blinking, multi-colored lights lined doorways and were wrapped around statues of something I’d never seen before.
Binnea tapped my shoulder lightly. “Look.”
A set of human statues, white like ice carved with extreme skill, were illuminated by flood lights on the ground. The human statues were guarded from the elements by a roof, upon which stood a human with large protusions coming from its back. Above that statue was a bright… star.
I yanked Binnea’s scruff until it fell behind a bush with me. “That’s it,” I said. “That’s got to be what your book was talking about! The baby god is here! What do we do now?”
Binnea shook its head and opened the book. “The next part was about bringing the baby god gifts. I didn’t understand that part. But I think the baby was put in the food trough.”
“They fed their god to animals?!”
“No – at least, I don’t think they did, because he goes on to do other stuff when he grows up.” Binnea poked its head out of the bushes and surveyed the statue scenery. “I think we have to destroy the sculpture in the food trough.”
I gulped This seemed so risky. But what other choice did we have? Bow to our human overlords? No. “Alright. We’ll sneak as close as we can, then claw out its eyes. Destroy it however we can.”
Binnea nodded and flexed its claws. “Alright. Let’s go.”
We slunk across the ice, hiding from the blinking lights by sinking into the shadows. Nothing seemed to notice us, so we stood upon the final approach to the little shack. I noticed now that some of the statues were of creatures – at least, I guess they were creatures, judging by the presence of eyes – I’d never seen before. I held my breath, not knowing their powers.
Binnea steeled itself and unsheathed the bones in its fingers. “Here we go!”
I unsheathed my bones and shredded at the ice sculpture with Binnea. The tiny human sculpture in the food trough was soon blinded then degraded down to ice shavings.
A tall creature took a quiet step, casting a shadow on us. “You rapscallions,” a human voice said, “You’re very far-”
Binnea squealed at the announcement and whirled around, bones still out. Its fingers landed in the human’s chest, which spurted a strange, red liquid all over us.
The human fell limp and slid off Binnea’s bony fingers.