This is Part 12 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 was quietly sobbing as she led me back to the palace. My instinct was to comfort her, but I held off, waiting to see if this was just another ploy to manipulate me.
The palace was cold, dark and devoid of people. The cavernous rooms echoed with the sound of our movements.
Suddenly my wife stopped before a statue. It was ancient and towered high into the air. A inscription read, “Ur*, The King of Kya-Shar, Lord of The Island of In-Between”. The Bull.
The figure was intimidating, even when cut from stone. I had met him on two occasions only. He was Arastia’s father.
‘His magic is failing,’ she whispered. ‘His wanes, while mine grows. He blames me. And somehow I must…fix it.’
‘What does that have to do with me?’
‘I wasn’t lying when I said I need your help. He has taken my son, Lyr…Our son.’
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* “Ur” is the name of a rune in the Elder Futhark (a runic scripts) and means “aurochs”, a now extinct breed of very big cattle, or “wild ox”
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #12 – This week the story is dead on the word limit of 150…