The Old Road (Lyr#22)

This is Part 22 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.

We skirted around the edge of the immense subterranean pool. I tried not to get my feet wet in its water, but the pathway was so narrow it almost didn’t exist in places. The pool was magical, and I didn’t wish to chance whether it would have any ill-effects on me.

Once the pool was behind us, the path changed. It became rougher, older, even more ancient than this already ancient kingdom.

‘This is the Old Road,’ Arastia explained without prompting. ‘It used to be the main entrance to the palace but hasn’t been used for millennia. I may be one of the only people who remember it’s here.’

‘So it’s quite secret then?’

‘Oh, very.’

You can imagine how surprised we were then, given how secret this apparently forgotten road was, when out stepped two dozen little folk armed to the teeth.

‘We’ve come for Lyr,’ the leader said.

Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #22 | 150 words on the nose! Woohoo!

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