This is Part 23 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 don’t have time for this,’ Arastia grumbled, as we were forced to follow the little folk by spear and sword point.
‘You weren’t invited,’ the leader snapped. ‘We only wanted Lyr.’
I smothered a laugh. Arastia was not used to being spoken to like that.
We were led through a narrow network of what appeared to be freshly dug tunnels. They were all sloped upwards.
How long we were walking, I could not tell, but it seemed like forever. Then, as we turned a bend in the path, bright sunlight filled the tunnel’s exit.
As I stepped out into the fresh air, not at all displeased to be above ground rather than below it, I saw our destination. A cottage, on the edge of the woods.
But where were we? This didn’t look like any part of the Isle of In-Between I had ever seen…
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #23 | Word count: 146