This is Part 26 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.
‘Look,’ I shouted, hands on my hips like a nursemaid who meant business. ‘I want to know why I’m here, and I want to know now.’
That seemed to get everyone’s attention as the room quickly filled up.
‘You…you don’t know?’ the leader whispered.
I clenched my jaw, biting back a cutting remark.
‘But you’re supposed to tell us.’
I massaged my temples. Nothing was making any sense lately.
‘They said you’d know.’
I took comfort from knowing my kidnappers were as confused as I was. ‘I don’t even know what’s going on!’
A peel of thunder echoed overhead. Then the cottage disappeared. The forest and garden too. Everything cosy and homely about the house vanished, and in its place was an ugly, squat concrete construction perched on the edge of a steep hillside.
Of Adrastia there was no sign.
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #26 | Word count – depends on who you ask. WordPress says 144, I counted 145, while OpenOffice says 150