MMC #4

“Do you think she’s dead?”  Someone asked.  The voice speaking sounded high-pitched as a young child but at the same time crackled like an old man.
“Of course not, Wormlung!”  Snapped another deeper voice.  “Don’t be daft.  Her chest is rising and falling, that means she’s breathing, and if she’s breathing that means she’s not dead.”
Cordy opened her eyes and beheld a strange little person with a round, pink face and a tiny crown of horns atop his head.  Did her eyes deceive her or were his feet like those of a deer?
“Ah, bless us!”  The little creature exclaimed, clapping his stubby hands gleefully.  “She’s waking!”
“Where am I?”  Cordy asked while sitting up slowly.
“Well, Miss, don’t you know?”
She shook her head.  “I’m afraid not.”
“Wormlung, you idiot,” the deeper voice chided “you’re frightening the poor girl.” 
Cordy looked up in the direction of the voice and noticed a grey owl perched on a tree branch above her.  “Hello.”  Cordy said.  She felt very confused but didn’t want to hurt the animal’s feelings by telling him that she’d never seen a talking owl before.
“Hello.”  He replied solemnly and then ruffled his feathers importantly.  “Now, let’s not waste time.  Wormlung, begin training.”
Cordy wrinkled her forehead and stood up.  “For what?”
“Well, miss,” Wormlung said as if in shock. “You mean to tell us you don’t know why you’re here?”  He shook his head and then snapped his fingers.  A strange noise emanated from behind Cordy. 
She turned to get a better look and immediately wished she hadn’t.  Lunging towards her in some kind of mirror was a tremendous beast with mangy black fur and eyes that struck immediate terror in Cordy’s being.
“That,” stated the owl, “is your beast, and it’s your job to slay it.”

301 words.  I used the sentence prompt.