Thanks to M for believing in me. It's been wonderful being your friend all these years, wonderful to think there's more to come.
The arrow split the apple perfectly down the middle.
Anna stepped back, relaxing her bow. She reached for another arrow from the quiver at her waist, then thought better of it. It might break during target practice and she only had so many of them.
She knew she would need every one of them very soon.
"You are very good at that," May said quietly behind her, handing Anna a cup of hot cider.
"It's kind of what I do," Anna said simply. She took a sip of the cider. "Anyway, this isn't exactly an ordinary bow or anything. I didn't make these arrows, either. Regardless, I'm a good shot."
"Not for me," the older woman said. "I have always been a grower—a gardener, a mother. I was a teacher a long time ago. I have always made things grow."
"That sounds nice," Anna said, looking up into the sky. Nothing there yet. Soon.
"What did you discover last night?"
Anna turned and regarded May.
"She will be here very soon," Anna said. "She will destroy everything here, and I think she can do it. She will probably come today."
"Ah."
"I'm sorry."
"No. I always knew it could happen. He has become evil and not... human. Not a man anymore. It doesn't surprise me to think he'd send evil here to destroy this place also."
May walked over to Anna and reached up with strong and leathery fingers to touch Anna's face gently.
"Go back home, Anna," she whispered. "You can open the windows again. I've healed you all the ways. You can go home and be safe."
"There's nowhere safe for me. But I'll take you back. Come with me. You don't have to die here."
May shook her head sadly. She was resigned.
"No, Spider. There is nothing for me back on Earth. My place is here with my trees, and I'll stay and fight with them as long as I can."
"I won't let her kill me."
"No."
Anna sat down on the soft grass and blew on her cider. She took a sip.
"But your garden, May. Maybe we can save that if we hide."
"Everything dies, Spider. But life always continues. Already my trees are spreading around this dying planet, slowly. There are other gardens, trees reaching out to other trees, forming bonds, loving each other. Under the ground, where you can't see? The fungus—the mushrooms—are reaching out to themselves, carrying life and hope from the roots. It can't be stopped by any evil."
May waved her hand at the distance.
"The miserable creatures that live here are dying off, and my trees will replace them as they do. A million years from now there will be life here. This garden has done what it needed to."
Anna looked around the garden at enormous trees that rose as high as the eye could see from soft grass.
"Sad to think that we will be the last two people to see it."
May laughed gently.
"No, no, Spider," she chided. "It is in no way sad that human eyes won't be seeing any of this. I want you to make me one promise."
"What?"
"If you get a chance to, kill him. Kill him and never come back. Don't let any other people come here. No one. Not ever. Not even you. OK?"
* * * * *
The Hawk looked over her army: dozens of Red Eyes in the ugly sun, wings fluttering, and tails lashing in anticipation of a kill. She could see their venomous saliva dripping down their jaws.
She hated them.
She opened up one of her buckets and looked inside. The Styrofoam had dissolved in there. Perfect.
She summoned one of the disgusting creatures forward and poured the excess fluid from the bucket on its head. It flowed out slowly, thick and gelatinous.
The Red Eyes growled nervously as the fluid dripped down its torso.
The Hawk's eyes narrowed as she lit a single match and flung it at the creature.
It burst into flames instantly, hot jets spewing oily black smoke into the sky. The Red Eyes screamed in pain, its tail lashing mindlessly as it clawed at the burning jelly on its face.
The Hawk watched it collapse onto the black sand screaming in agony, choking on the smoke, clawing helplessly at the fire glued to its skin.
She watched it choke out its last cry.
Good, she thought. I'm going to rain fire on that garden. I'm going to burn everything there right down to nothing.
* * * * *
Anna dipped the tip of her arrow into the pine tar, then into her fire. The tar burst into flames.
May leaned back from the flame.
"Will it work?"
Anna blew on the burning tar as hard as she could.
It didn't go out.
"I think so."
The trees blew as if there were wind above their heads. But there wasn't any wind, as usual.
"The fire... it scares the trees," May said.
"It should."
"Why do you need that?"
"She has been soaking Styrofoam plates in gasoline over there. That makes a crude napalm. Do you know what napalm is?"
"I do."
"Then you know what's heading our way."
"And what are you going to do with that?" May asked, pointing at the burning arrow.
"Fight fire with fire."
