The Floating Carriage (Lyr #32)

This is Part 32 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 strangest thing about the floating carriage was that there was no-one else in it. It was obviously controlled by magic, but who was wielding it, and where were they taking us?

We travelled across green fields, moved down valleys and up and over hills. Rivers came and went, and forests too.

‘Do you know where we are?’ I asked Adrastia. The landscape was unfamiliar to me.

‘No.’ From her voice, she too was concerned by this.

I was about to ask whether we should jump over the side, the danger of the guardian now behind us, when the contraption put on a burst of speed making any such action dangerous and painful.

Then, in the distance, I made out the blurry shape of a city. Our destination, perhaps?

No. We stopped in a small woodland, in front of tall, circular building. The sign outside read, “Greystone Tower”.


Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #32 | Word count: 148

To Help or To Hinder (Lyr #31)

This is Part 31 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.


‘What’s wrong? Get that door open!’ Adrastia hissed, a note of panic in her voice.

‘I can’t. It won’t open.’

‘Move aside. I’ll use magic-‘

‘Don’t be stupid! It was that which got us into this in the first place!’

With hands on hips she asked, ‘Do you have a better idea?’

I glanced over my shoulder. The guardian was gaining ground, far too quickly for my liking. I shook my head.

A noise erupted from one of the barns. Smashing through the doors, a small boat-like horseless carriage, moved through the air towards us.

‘Did you do that?’

‘Nope,’ Adrastia answered.

‘Who did? What is it? And it is here to help us or make matters worse?’

‘You’ve got a lot of questions; which one should I answer first?’ she responded dryly.

When the contraption appeared to yell, “Get in!” we both jumped, but with the guardian almost upon us, we didn’t think twice.


Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #31 | Word count: 155 – this time I’m a few words over…

A Big Red Shiny Guardian (Lyr #30)

This is Part 30 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.


As the dream-mist lifted, reality hit hard.

‘What the hell is that?’ I asked Adrastia, surprised by the big red shiny giant moving towards us.

‘Umm…well…if I had to guess, I would say…some kind of guardian…’ For once, my wife didn’t sound certain.

‘It looks angry,’ I pointed out. ‘And for some reason, that anger appears to be directed towards us. Why is that, do you think?’

‘Maybe because someone interrupted the magic it was standing guard over.’

I turned to face Adrastia. She looked away.

‘What do you want me to say, Lyr? That it’s my fault? Don’t you think we have more important things to worry about than who to pin the blame on?’ She never thought that whenever she was trying to pin the blame on me.

I ran back to the manor house door, hoping to find sanctuary within. Unluckily for us, the door was stuck.


Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #30 | Word count: 150 words exactly, again!  Woohoo!

I Think We’ve Been Here Before (Lyr #29)

This is Part 29 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 door to the cottage opened and in strolled my wife, who walked up to me, grabbed my hand and dragged me back the way she had come.

‘Come along, Lyr. These attempts at stalling are becoming tiresome.’

Before I had a chance to explain that none of this was my fault, I stepped through reality and into a dream…

The room was dark. There was one small window, high up in the wall. It was night outside. The soft silver light of the moon cascaded in moonbeams, spilling across the floor. Then, one by one, the room filled with the light of a dozen candles.

‘Why do you tarry, Lyr?’ I couldn’t see who was speaking. ‘Time is moving quickly onwards and you have an appointment with me, the day after tomorrow. You haven’t forgotten, have you? Don’t be late. The punishment will be more than you can bear.’


Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #29 | Word count: 150 exactly!

Nobody Leaves Adrastia Behind (Lyr #28)

This is Part 28 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.


Then I felt it: a deep rumbling in the earth. The door to the concrete building opened and someone shouted.

‘Lyr! Quick! Get back inside!’

Just as I crossed the threshold, thunder sounded overhead. The door was slammed shut and our surroundings began to change again. The air around us sparkled and shimmered as one thing transformed into another.

‘Where are going this time?’ I shouted above the din.

‘Your guess is as good as ours,’ was the helpful reply.

Then everything was still. It was no faceless, concrete abode. It wasn’t the cosy cottage either. It was a manor house; all wood panelling and more than enough room to swing a cat. But only briefly.

Something else was going on. The timbers groaned. The structure shook. Things changed again.

‘That’s better,’ Adrastia said, dusting off her hands. ‘It’s not as easy to get away from me as you think.’


Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #28 | Word count: 150 words, on the nose!  Woohoo!

Magical Mishappenings (Lyr #27)

This is Part 27 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.


When the world settled, I rounded on the leader of the Little Folk.

‘What just happened?’

He remained silent.

‘Where is my wife?’

He shrugged his shoulders. ‘It ain’t a problem though is it, her being missing. We’d heard you weren’t close.’

‘That’s not the point!’

‘All I’m trying to say is, every cloud has a silver lining.’

I aimed a glare at the diminutive man, and then stormed out of the building.

The front overlooked a steep hillside, covered with dense shrubbery. The back, I found out, looked out across rolling fields, terminating at the edge of a forest.

I walked a little way, and then stopped, glancing left, then right. I didn’t recognise the area. If I stayed, would the same magical occurrence happen again and return us to where we had come from, or would it take us some place new?

I was puzzled, perplexed, and had no idea what to do for the best.


Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #27 | Word count: 158 – I’m a little over the limit this time, but I could find nothing I was happy to cut out, so…

In That Moment, The World Changed (Lyr #26)

This is Part 26 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.


‘Look,’ I shouted, hands on my hips like a nursemaid who meant business. ‘I want to know why I’m here, and I want to know now.’

That seemed to get everyone’s attention as the room quickly filled up.

‘You…you don’t know?’ the leader whispered.

I clenched my jaw, biting back a cutting remark.

‘But you’re supposed to tell us.’

I massaged my temples. Nothing was making any sense lately.

‘They said you’d know.’

‘Who said?’

‘Everyone says!’

I took comfort from knowing my kidnappers were as confused as I was. ‘I don’t even know what’s going on!’

A peel of thunder echoed overhead. Then the cottage disappeared. The forest and garden too. Everything cosy and homely about the house vanished, and in its place was an ugly, squat concrete construction perched on the edge of a steep hillside.

Of Adrastia there was no sign.


Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #26 | Word count – depends on who you ask.  WordPress says 144, I counted 145, while OpenOffice says 150

A Vision of Despondency (Lyr #25)

This is Part 25 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 was led inside the cottage, but Arastia was barred from entering.

‘I’ve already told you, you’re not invited,’ the leader said to her, shutting the magical door in her face before she or I could respond.

Seconds later, she was trying to lift the latch but it would not budge so she resorted to banging on the door. However, this she did only once for a heartbeat later we heard, ‘Ouch!’ followed by, ‘You’ve not heard the last of this!’

‘Hard work, ain’t she?’ one of the little folk asked.

‘You have no idea.’

My diminutive captors dispersed and for a moment I was left alone. This afforded me the opportunity to have a look around. Gravitating towards one of the small, low windows, I looked out. In the garden, next to the pond, was Arastia, sitting on the grass, with her head in her hands.


Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #25 | Word count: 146 – Having now caught up with all the wonderful prompts, I’m now posting instalments as the newest one is released again.  So no more Lyr until next…

The Marvellous Iron-Clad Door (Lyr #24)

This is Part 24 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.


We approached the little cottage on the edge of the wood. Its walls were whitewashed stone and the roof golden thatch. Surrounding it, a colourful garden, a riot of blue, pink and white flowers had been planted.

As we got closer, the door to this small house held my attention. Where everything else about the cottage was simple, the door was anything but.

Swirls of iron clad the wood, spiralling one way and then another. There was a fluidity there, movement. How could this be? Iron was inanimate, yet more than that, it could not be spelled. It was anti-magic, not magical. A inhibitor to spell and charm and enchantment.

One of the Little Folk saw what I was staring at. ‘Marvellous, ain’t it?’ he said, grinning from ear-to-ear.

‘But how?’ I could not hide the wonder from my voice.

The only response I received was a cheeky wink.


Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #24 | Word count: 146 – And now I’m up-to-date with the prompts!  Woohoo!

Where the Little Folk Dwell (Lyr #23)

This is Part 23 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.


‘We don’t have time for this,’ Arastia grumbled, as we were forced to follow the little folk by spear and sword point.

‘You weren’t invited,’ the leader snapped. ‘We only wanted Lyr.’

I smothered a laugh. Arastia was not used to being spoken to like that.

We were led through a narrow network of what appeared to be freshly dug tunnels. They were all sloped upwards.

How long we were walking, I could not tell, but it seemed like forever. Then, as we turned a bend in the path, bright sunlight filled the tunnel’s exit.

As I stepped out into the fresh air, not at all displeased to be above ground rather than below it, I saw our destination. A cottage, on the edge of the woods.

But where were we? This didn’t look like any part of the Isle of In-Between I had ever seen…


Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #23 | Word count: 146