The Floating Carriage (Lyr #32)

This is Part 32 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.

The strangest thing about the floating carriage was that there was no-one else in it. It was obviously controlled by magic, but who was wielding it, and where were they taking us?

We travelled across green fields, moved down valleys and up and over hills. Rivers came and went, and forests too.

‘Do you know where we are?’ I asked Adrastia. The landscape was unfamiliar to me.

‘No.’ From her voice, she too was concerned by this.

I was about to ask whether we should jump over the side, the danger of the guardian now behind us, when the contraption put on a burst of speed making any such action dangerous and painful.

Then, in the distance, I made out the blurry shape of a city. Our destination, perhaps?

No. We stopped in a small woodland, in front of tall, circular building. The sign outside read, “Greystone Tower”.

Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #32 | Word count: 148

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