This is Part 11 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.
Arastia’s words rang in my ears. You owe me a debt.
‘I owe you nothing.’ My voice was surprisingly firm yet quiet.
She turned her eyes upon. They were as deep and as dark as the waters that surrounded the island, and just as dangerous. I shivered. That was a look she reserved for others; she had never set it upon me before. Rather stupidly, I paid the warning no heed. Always, she was the dragon, and I the lamb. Not this time.
‘It’s you who owes me a debt. A ten year long debt. Or have you forgotten?’ I hadn’t; I thought of it every day in prison. ‘Your scheming…lies...love, have ruined my life.’
Suddenly she burst into tears and crumpled to the ground. ‘I cannot do this any more. Lyr, help me. Please. There’s a secret I must tell you. Then you will understand everything.’
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 11 – This week I’m 3 words under the 150 word limit. Woohoo!