A Vision of Despondency (Lyr #25)

This is Part 25 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.

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I was led inside the cottage, but Arastia was barred from entering.

‘I’ve already told you, you’re not invited,’ the leader said to her, shutting the magical door in her face before she or I could respond.

Seconds later, she was trying to lift the latch but it would not budge so she resorted to banging on the door. However, this she did only once for a heartbeat later we heard, ‘Ouch!’ followed by, ‘You’ve not heard the last of this!’

‘Hard work, ain’t she?’ one of the little folk asked.

‘You have no idea.’

My diminutive captors dispersed and for a moment I was left alone. This afforded me the opportunity to have a look around. Gravitating towards one of the small, low windows, I looked out. In the garden, next to the pond, was Arastia, sitting on the grass, with her head in her hands.

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Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #25 | Word count: 146 – Having now caught up with all the wonderful prompts, I’m now posting instalments as the newest one is released again.  So no more Lyr until next…