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Crossing – #writephoto

crossing

Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is the fifteenth exciting episode of The Mad Quest!  You can start at the beginning, go to the previous chapter or to the table of contents.

A little after noon Merla called Silriend over.

“I want you to make our army invisible,” she said.

“What!” said the king of the little people.

“I know they won’t be invisible, but I want it so our enemies ignore them and only see each other.  I know you can do that with others, for you make Warph disappear all of the time.  This time, however, I want you to stay visible with me and Lorunce.”

“That might be impossible.”

“If you notice, I have asked them to hide.  Or at least stay out of sight.  I want them to be prepared for an attack, but I want them to not be seen.” Continue reading

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Wave – #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is the fifteenth exciting episode of The Mad Quest!  You can start at the beginning, go to the previous chapter or to the table of contents.

We had walked a just a couple of dozen yards and I glanced back over my shoulder.  The queen saw me and waved.  Without thinking I waved back.  Merla hit me.

“What?” I asked.

“You need to keep your attention on what is to come.”

“I will.”  I glanced back.  I could still see the queen.

“No, you don’t understand, it is super important.  Here, let’s go over here for a minute so I can brief you.  I checked this out last night and it is impossible for anyone to eavesdrop on us here.”

She pointed to an open area filled with make-shift soldiers milling about.  I gave her a questioning look.

“You’ll see.  There are patterns in the fabric of space around here, waves in reality.”

I knew better than to argue. Continue reading

Wings – #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is the fourteenth exciting episode of The Mad Quest!  You can start at the beginning, go to the previous chapter or to the table of contents.

After breakfast I could still not shake the sleep from my eyes.  I walked to a field at the edge of camp and sat down.  My mind was as close to blank as I ever let it get.  I stared at the weeds and wildflowers around me, not comprehending what was happening.  I knew there was movement as the camp got ready for breakfast and glanced nervously at the armies on either side of us, but it didn’t register.

What did get through were the wings.  I didn’t really see them, just felt them, or guessed as the shadows passed.  There were more birds than just Soe-Ar, many more.  And though they were all big, not all were eagles.  I frowned at the flowers in front of me, but the wings still filled my mind.  They were ever present in the background.

“We are late,” a voice said.  I turned.  Warph had been sitting with me the entire time, yet I just became aware.

“So we are, my friend.”  I got up and went to the center of camp.

Merla was already in the middle of a speech.  It was odd.  She was able to shape her voice so all in our camp could hear, yet it didn’t carry beyond. I began to concentrate on the words.

“That is correct, we hope to win without lifting a weapon.  Not only are we far outnumbered, but do we really want to kill our foes?”

There were murmurs of “snow demons” and “the evil of Slore”.  Merla just shook her head, then held out a hand. Continue reading

Beginnings – #writephoto

dawn

Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is the thirteenth exciting episode of The Mad Quest!  You can start at the beginning, go to the previous chapter or to the table of contents.

Out of King Brinwald’s castle for a moment I thought the dragon had broken its promise.  The entire sky was glowing red as if an enormous fire was destroying everything.  I was about to say something but realized that it was just the dawn.

“Red in the morning, Snow Demons take warning,” I said.

“A new day a new beginning,” a voice said.  I spun.  It was Sirlriend.  “I think the poor people you call ‘Snow Demons’ will be happy with this new beginning we are going to offer them.”

“Where have you been?” I asked.

“Here, with you.”

“Were you invisible?”

“No, that is physically impossible.  Light still reflected off of me and Warph.  Confusing people, on the other hand, is simple.  People just chose not to see us.” Continue reading

Remains – #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is the twelfth exciting episode of The Mad Quest!  You can start at the beginning, go to the previous chapter or to the table of contents.

We came to the top of a hill.  The stream of refugees had trickled down to nothing, making me believe not a person remained in the west lands.

The horse riders stopped at the crest and allowed us to catch up.

I stood in disbelief.  Although the entire horizon had glowed as if from a great conflagration, the actual fire was burning only around a lone castle on a hilltop.  The flames were blindingly bright, yet seemed to not burn any of the land around.

We went down into the valley and headed towards the fire.  Perhaps it would be much easier than we thought.

The ground shook and a dragon appeared before us. Continue reading

Conflagration – #writephoto

conflagration

Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is the eleventh exciting episode of The Mad Quest!  You can start at the beginning, go to the previous chapter or to the table of contents.

Queen Marfascence led us into the royal audience room, usually reserved for visiting dignitaries.  She sat in the throne usually reserved for the King.

“Scribe, dictation,” the queen said.  “As follows, ‘Your Highness, my Beloved Husband,’ new line, ‘Our son, Branfel Blarfgold Bringlstone, has died.  In your present state of incapacitation, I am taking all royal power.  With the heir out of the way, I will be free to pick an heir of my choice.  As of now, since my great-great-great-grandmother lived to 175 years old and all other ancestors after her, up to and including my mother, are still alive, I choose to put off this decision for at least a century.  Please affix your seal as royal approval.’  New line.  ‘Yours Royally,’ new line.  ‘Queen Marfascence Bringlestone, nee Malrod, Ruler of all Branland.’  Scribe, take this to the King for his Royal Seal.”

After the scribe left, the queen turned towards us. Continue reading

Avenue – #writephoto

avenue

Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is the tenth exciting episode of The Mad Quest!  You can start at the beginning, go to the previous chapter or to the table of contents.

I woke at dawn, crawled out of my nest of wolf fur and stretched.  I stopped with my back arched, hands still on my hips, and stared.  I must have made a noise, since the pile of pixies erupted and Sirlriend emerged.

“What’s up?”

“The stones,” I said.  “They moved.  Not just a little.”

The dwarf king looked at me.  “You didn’t know?”

“Know what?”

“The stones are giants.  The get up at midnight and dance in the moonlight.  They settle down at dawn.  Every night.  Last night.  I’m surprised they didn’t wake you.”

“He slept through it, like a cub,” Warph said.

Everyone was up.  They were looking at me. Continue reading

Fallen – #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is the ninth exciting episode of The Mad Quest!  You can start at the beginning, go to the previous chapter or to the table of contents.

I woke up with the giant wolf still curled around me.  I’ll admit, I never slept better in my life.  I started to move around and noticed that Merla was sleeping tucked tightly under the wing of Soe-Ar, the giant eagle.

At first I didn’t see Sirlriend, but I noticed a strange blob.  The amorphous glob shifted and then flew off in many directions leaving the little king in the middle.  I realized that he had slept at the center of a pile of pixies.

Sirlriend stood up, stretched and yawned.  He saw me and stopped mid-stretch.  “What?”

“I was just thinking,” I said.

“Dangerous pastime.”

“It is.  I know Merla is so much sharper than I am, so I typically leave the heavy thinking to her.  Thinking of Merla, did you notice that her sword, Froast, attracted, of all animals, an eagle?”

“So?”

“And my sword, Trowr, attracted the very wolf we had been talking about?”

“Your point being?” Continue reading

Ascent – #writephoto

spiral

Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is the eighth exciting episode of The Mad Quest!  You can start at the beginning, go to the previous chapter or to the table of contents.

 

I woke up feeling very warm and snug for being outside.  Why was I wearing a heavy fur blanket?  The blanket moved causing me to jump up.  As soon as I was up I felt silly.  Warph had snuggled tightly against me.  Merla, who usually kept her distance when sleeping, was snuggled up on the other side of the giant wolf.  At first I missed the little king, but then I realized that he was curled up right on top of the huge predator.

Warph got up with a yawn and stretched.  Sirlriend jumped off of his back and started getting breakfast ready.  He seemed chipper and ready to go.  Merla drug herself up, did her own yawn and stretch, looked at me and smiled.

“How did you sleep?” she asked.

“Actually, good.  That is odd.  How about you?”

“Better than I have since I left my dog Trolver before our adventure.”

Warph growled.  “Don’t compare me to no dog…”  Merla winked at me.  “I saw that!  Just because I’m a wolf doesn’t mean…  Hmmm.  Anyway, I slept pretty good too, if you were wondering.” Continue reading

Splash – #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is the seventh exciting episode of The Mad Quest!  You can start at the beginning, go to the previous chapter or to the table of contents.

 

After the dragon left we reentered the cabin and filled our empty sacks with dried food.  There was plenty to choose from, but with a sigh we knew better than to grab anything that was messy, heavy or perishable.  We didn’t know how long our journey would take.

Once back in the open Silriend gave us the lay of the land.

“We want to avoid the desert.  The only reason we survived was through the help of the Ghosts of the Hidden.  To the north there are the untracked Snowy Mountains, to the south the Deadmans Swamp, so named because nobody has ever entered and come back alive.  I think our best chance is to skirt the swamp to the north, staying on the fringes between the desert and marsh.  Let’s go this way.”

There was a well-marked path through the light forest just south of the desert.  The traveling was easy.  We spent most of the day with easy walking and stopped at a convenient spot for the night.  The next day we started again.

“This is too easy,” I said, half to myself.

“Oh hush up,” Merla said.  “You are always the glass is half full and the longer we talk about it the more evaporates kind of guy.” Continue reading