This is Part 46 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.
‘Come. Walk with me Lyr. We should use this time wisely.’
I had fallen asleep by the water, the gentle sound of the river lapping the bank lulling me to sleep. I woke feeling restored.
We turned away from the channel, towards a forest of mighty trees that reached high into the air. There was no path to speak of, the ground being completely covered by fallen leaves in colours of rust and the darkest gold.
‘Why am I still here? Why did I not wake back in my world?’
‘You’ll return only when you’re ready,’ she answered cryptically. ‘Until then, you’ll remain here. For now, there is something I wish to show you. Something that might help you.’
We climbed a hill. When we reached the top, I was out of breath and not only because of the climb…The Hag had brought me to see the Enchanter’s Stone.
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #46 | Word count: 149 – I’m so enjoying the direction this story has taken. Many thanks to Crispina over at Crimson Prose for the wonderful photo prompts 🙂 One more part and I will have caught up. Part 47 coming tomorrow…