This is Part 34 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.
We were invited in. At the top of what felt like an unending flight of stairs, we entered a large room at the top to of Greystone Tower.
‘I am…The Great Flandario,’ our host announced.
‘Oh, great,’ Adrastia muttered. ‘That’s all we need. A magician.’
Magician’s had a worse reputation than even enchanters. Probably because they were all mad. Always.
If Flandario heard, he pretended not to. ‘I believe we are all on the same quest.’
‘To retrieve my son from the King of the Underworld?’
His brow furrowed. ‘What? No. To understand what is going on with the magic in our world. Now, come and see this.’
A cloth covering a large silver bowl was removed with a flourish. A few vials were emptied into it. ‘Look, look,’ he said, excitedly.
‘There’s nothing there but a few trees lining a road.’
‘But don’t you see? It is there we must go.’
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #34 | Word count: 153