So I am now up to part six of the story and there is no end in sight. All of these are written to Sue’s #writephoto prompts. Here is part one and here is part two and then there was part three followed by part four. Last week we hit part five. OK, OK, I will create better navigation soon!
I was surprised to discover that the council room was very small and paneled in wood. When the door closed behind me, the only others still in the room were the wizard, Whindell, the king of the fair folk, and the daughter, Princess Alashina. After the cavernous Throne Room, the council room was warm and cozy.
The king and Whindell immediately started to argue in a strange language. At first I listened intently to the music of the fight. They would soar up and twitter like piccolo before diving down to double bass and bassoons. But even as music it was nonsense. John Cage, in his wildest dreams, would never write something as riotously, randomly, cacophonous.
As I sat, being swayed by the mad music, I began to feel a bit vertigo. I stood up and walked around the room. To my surprise the walls were not plain, but hid shuttered windows.
It didn’t take me long to figure out how to open the shutters on one of the windows. Once open, though, I shut it right away.
It couldn’t be right. Continue reading