This is Part 40 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.
Chains. There must have been hundreds of them on the ground. Some were coiled like snakes. Some stretched out so that you could see each and every link in them clearly.
A vague idea popped into my head, but it vanished before I could grab hold of it. However, before my anger at letting it slip through my fingers could manifest, the world about me altered…
I was no longer with the brightly bursting clouds and metal serpents. I was in a glade in a forest. Trees arched above, while a verdant carpet of grass stretched beneath me, all the way to the glade’s opposite boundary.
It was lovely here. Peaceful. All I could hear was the gentle rustling of the leaves.
Then I spotted a set of steps, cut into the side of hill. I had no idea where they led, but I felt compelled to find out…
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #40 | Word count: 149