This is Part 42 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 stepped inside. Twilight was falling outside and the cottage offered warmth, light and cosiness. However, I was still uneasy. The reason? The Hag. She also went by the names of Crone and Wise Woman. She was the divine lady who watched over Enchanters, who guided their magic and the dreams they wove.
I’d never thought to be in her presence. I’d never thought her to be more than a figment of the imagination of the more gullible who practised the craft of enchanting. But here she was, and here I was, in her home, her cottage.
‘We haven’t much time,’ she said without preamble. ‘There is a path laid out before you, one you haven’t chosen. It will be difficult, but you must see it through to the end. I will help where I can, though most of this you will do alone. For that I’m sorry.’
Then she started to explain…
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #42 | Word count: 153 – I’m a little over the word count this time around. Having trimmed back as much as I could – originally this part was much, much longer! – I decided three words wasn’t really that bad… 🙂