Magical Mishappenings (Lyr #27)

This is Part 27 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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When the world settled, I rounded on the leader of the Little Folk.

‘What just happened?’

He remained silent.

‘Where is my wife?’

He shrugged his shoulders. ‘It ain’t a problem though is it, her being missing. We’d heard you weren’t close.’

‘That’s not the point!’

‘All I’m trying to say is, every cloud has a silver lining.’

I aimed a glare at the diminutive man, and then stormed out of the building.

The front overlooked a steep hillside, covered with dense shrubbery. The back, I found out, looked out across rolling fields, terminating at the edge of a forest.

I walked a little way, and then stopped, glancing left, then right. I didn’t recognise the area. If I stayed, would the same magical occurrence happen again and return us to where we had come from, or would it take us some place new?

I was puzzled, perplexed, and had no idea what to do for the best.

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Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #27 | Word count: 158 – I’m a little over the limit this time, but I could find nothing I was happy to cut out, so…