This is Part 20 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.
I came to, lying on the cold stone floor, with Arastia looking down at me, a mix of worry tempered with impatience on her face.
‘What’s wrong with you?’
‘Nothing,’ I lied. It wasn’t her business.
She didn’t care enough to argue with me. ‘Get up then. We don’t have all day.’
At the end of the rock-hewn tunnel were two stone doors carved with symbols. Guarding the doorway were two otherworldly warriors.
‘He isn’t welcome here,’ one of the guards said, his words barely more than a growl.
‘I’ll be the judge of that,’ Arastia said, stepping forward. The guards crossed their terrifying spears, blocking the doorway.
‘You’re not welcome here, either,’ the other said. ‘But you know that.’
‘We’re here to see my father,’ she answered. ‘Now open these doors.’
‘No,’ the first guard said. ‘You’ve not been summoned. And so the door is closed to you. Both.’
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #20 | Exactly 150 words for this episode! Woohoo! 🙂