This is Part 13 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.
‘You don’t believe me, do you?’ Arastia’s voice was soft.
The truth was, I didn’t know what to believe. ‘I’ve been in prison for ten years, Arastia, and you wait until now to tell me I’m a father…’ My tone was heavy with suspicion. ‘Why would I trust anything you say?’
‘I don’t blame you, Lyr. Enchant me. Then you’ll know the truth.’
I should have said no when she said that. But I didn’t. I enchanted her and learned the truth for myself. I saw my son.
‘Come.’ I started to walk away. She followed in silence. Out of the palace and across the island we went, only stopping when we could go no further.
The barrier before us was solid rock. Two stone-hewn towers flanked the only breach in it; a river channel that quickly disappeared into the darkness of a cave.
‘Call The Boatman, Arastia. We have need of him.’
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #13 – I’ve gone over the word count this week but by only three words. Must try harder next week 🙂