This is Part 6 of an on-going serial I’m writing called, “Lyr the Enchanter”. To read the story from the beginning, you can find the story index, here.
The mist before my eyes cleared and the dream vanished, leaving only a feeling of anger. However, I was forced to put it aside because there were bigger, more immediate problems on the horizon.
The boat pulled into the harbour of the Isle of In-Between. The Boatman stood to cast the spell that would see us safely to land. There was more to fear here than just the cloaked figure.
In the water were the remains of dead things, monsters from ages past. Bones, huge and black, projected from out of the depths, as if waiting to catch the curious and unsuspecting. Both in life and death, these nameless creatures guarded the waters that encircled the island. What could be seen was only a hint of what was to be found lurking below. It was what you couldn’t see that would hurt you.
I involuntarily shuddered. I hated this place.
‘After all this time, you’re still afraid,’ The Boatman whispered.
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 6 – Ten words over the 150 word limit this week…must try harder…