This is Part 45 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 magic warring above me rained down and mingled with the remnants of the larulia…with unforeseen consequences.
First I was forced to wake. My eyes shot open, but all I saw was painted in two colours: blue and yellow. I could make nothing and no-one out. The colours were indistinct shapes, moving about in haphazard fashion.
Then it felt as if I was pulled out of the waking world through my solar plexus. I was still awake, yet each sound, sight and sensation was as if in a dream.
The Hag was waiting for me on the other side of wherever this was. She smiled. ‘Even those closest to you are determined to make this quest of yours impossible, Lyr. Thankfully I was close by or they might have killed you.’
I looked around. This place was beautiful. Everything was so calm here.
‘Rest now, and wait,’ The Hag encouraged. ‘Rest now, and wait.’
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #45 | Word count: 154 – Again slightly over, but there was a lot to get in this instalment. Must try harder next time…