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.
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.
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…