This is Part 19 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.
Walking through the underworld with my estranged wife beside me, on our way to visit her kingly father in his otherworld kingdom, where he was holding our son – a child I hadn’t known existed until a few hours previously, even though he was nearly ten years old – was giving my day a surreal bent.
So I thought nothing of it when my vision started blurring at the edges. Then I was falling, falling…and it was too late.
Lyr, you cannot ignore me. I’m far too strong. I won’t be denied. You must meet me, at the lane, at high noon, three days from now, or you will come to regret it.
Before my eyes, I saw the image of a cobbled lane, with ancient walls lining either side. I didn’t think I knew the place, and yet it felt strangely familiar.
“Who are you?”
You know. But if you don’t, you will soon enough.
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #19 | And again, the words have gotten away from me. I’m 4 words over the 150 maximum…