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Glade – #photowrite

Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is part of the story, Towards the Light.  Click here for previous.  Go to the Table of Contents. Or start at the beginning: (click here for part 1 – The Tunnel)

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“We need to plan,” I said.

‘What?” Whindel asked.  He shook his head and appeared to have just woken from a dream.

“We need to plan.  You know, you asked about the, you know what…”

“Plan?  Maybe, but first we need to leave,” the wizard said.

We stepped out into a meadow.

“I thought we moved?  Why are we in the same place?” I asked.

“You did move, but you took your surrounds with you.”  The wizard didn’t look back at me, but set a quick pace towards the far trees.

“Seems awfully conspicuous to drop a forest and meadow next to the enemy’s stronghold, if you ask me,” I said.  I felt uneasy, and the fact that the trees appeared to be racing towards us at a much faster pace than we were walking contributed to this feeling.  The meadow had shrunk to a small glade and continued to shrink.

“It was, for a moment, to those looking for it,” the wizard said.  “But soon it will no longer be a problem.  Now hush.”

I heard a crash and looked over my shoulder.  There was no sight of meadow or cottage.  We were in a deep dark forest.  I shivered.  It wasn’t a pleasant place.  The trees were misshapen and odd shadows grabbed at us as we walked by. Continue reading

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Scattered – #writephoto

Scattered

Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is part of the story, Towards the Light.  Click here for previous.  Go to the Table of Contents. Or start at the beginning: (click here for part 1 – The Tunnel)

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I watched the scattering of stars through the patchwork clouds and wondered what I should do.  Although I had only recently learned of the existence of Blavour, I now found myself there, a land that was supposed to be evil.  There were no more voices and I had never felt more alone.

I began to see lights much closer at hand than those distant stars.  Watchfires were scattered around the countryside.  And one light was headed straight at me.

In a minute, I was face to face with a strange being.  OK, maybe face to belly button because the guy (gal?) was only about half of my height.  In stature, this thing reminded me of a dwarf before they became “Fair Folk”, but this creature was not fair in any way.  OK, it was “fair” in that it was pale, but it was the ugliest thing I had seen in my life.  No, it was even uglier than that. Continue reading

Cracked – #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

We hadn’t been walking for long before I realized that the land around us was drying out.  There were dead or dying plants and no signs of insects or other animal life.  There was a cracked crust on the ground, as if it flashed dried after a heavy rain.

Whindel frowned at the land around us and muttered.  I heard the words “Earth” and “fire”, making my ears prick up.

“Excuse me, sir, but what is it about the elements?” I asked.

“What, are you talking about?  Oxygen, Nitrogen, Hydrogen and Zink?  They make up the matter around us.  Or at least the matter that matters most to you,” the wizard answered.

“No, no, I’m talking water, earth, air and….” I started to say, but his look cut me off.

“What do you know of the elements?” His look was slightly menacing. Continue reading

Alone – #writephoto – Towrds the Light

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Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is part seven of the story, Towards the Light.  Click here for previous.  Go to the Table of Contents. Or start at the beginning: (click here for part 1 – The Tunnel)

As we waited for the Watchers to decided our fate, I studied the rock enclosure.  It felt odd that in the place of the Watchers, nobody was paying attention to me, leaving me alone.  The place we were seated was more than just a widening of the chasm we had followed.  It was created were two of the fissures crossed, with four massive corners.  The sun had long ago set deep down in our culvert, but the sky up above was still glowing orange and red.  As I looked, I realized that someone was looking back.

At each of the four rock corners was a face.  Looking closer I saw that they were triple faces carved by nature into the living rocks. Continue reading

Watchers – #writephoto (Towards the Light)

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Note – this is part six of the story, Towards the Light.  Click here for previous.  Go to the Table of Contents. Or start at the beginning: (click here for part 1 – The Tunnel)

The windmill creaked and groaned in the evening breeze.  We had walked right up to it without any problems.  What had the wizard meant when he said it was one of the Beasts?

As if hearing my thought, Whindel stopped, smiled at me and waved a hand.

In place of the windmill was a crouching giant.  The giant became aware that it had been exposed and stood up, its face turning bright red.  He turned to leave. Continue reading