This is Part 49 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.
‘Let the magic take you where it will,’ I heard The Hag’s instructions over the musical quality of the water-like stream.
I did as she said, though I wasn’t sure I really had the strength nor inclination to battle successfully against it. I cannot tell how long I floated; time moved to a different rhythm here.
Then I felt myself crash into something solid. It surprisingly hurt and it seemed to somehow strike a discordant note all around me. I spluttered, trying to right myself, and when I looked up, looming over me was a tall carving or statue. I couldn’t really tell from my vantage point at its base.
‘Where am I? What do I do now?’
‘You’ve been led to an Enchanter’s Marker, Lyr. You must investigate it and work out why the Enchanter’s Stone has brought you hither. Determine what the stone has to tell you.’
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #49 | Word count: 149