This is Part 41 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.
I climbed the steps and felt my spirits lighten. I was content to be here in the forest.
At the top of the hill was a path. I followed that too. It didn’t seem to matter that I knew not where it led.
The trees crept closer. Sunlight filtered through the canopy above to speckle the floor in soft gold.
Time moved on. The day was slowly slipping away…
Suddenly the forest fell behind me and there ahead was a charming forester’s cottage. Around it grew a well-tended kitchen garden. A gaggle of geese, sensing my approach, cackled in warning, which brought an old woman with bent back to the door.
She smiled a toothless grin at me as she beckoned me in. I went cold, realising instantly who she was.
‘Welcome, Lyr. I’ve been expecting you.’
How could I refuse The Hag’s invitation?
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #41 | Word count: 144