An Enchanter’s Marker (Lyr #49)

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

At The Heart Of It All (Lyr #48)

This is Part 48 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.


 

It was like water. I felt it flowing, and I was moving with the current – at least, when I got used to the magic. At first, I was unsure and fought against it, but The Hag was there with her words of encouragement.

‘Be calm, Lyr,’ I heard her whisper. ‘It’s the same magic you have inside of you. The same magic you use for dream-weaving, only stronger. Don’t fight it. It can’t hurt you.’

And that’s when everything changed. I could see the magic, like the surface of a river. It ebbed and flowed, and small waves rippled across it. Indistinct shapes, hundreds, no, thousands flittered over it, before being lost to the stream. This was the magic of the dream-weavers, and these, I guessed, must have been the dreams they were enchanting, or maybe had enchanted, or perhaps might enchant in the future…


Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #48 | Word count: 145

The Forest of Hafan*

 

It was a special place, a secret place, reserved for those from whom the world had taken so much.

Within its leafy borders, one could take the time to rest, to heal.


Written for Weekend Writing Prompt #126 – Haven | Word Count: 32

  • A little explanation:  Those eagled-eyed amongst you will notice a distinct lack of this weekend’s word in the above piece, at least in English.  The Welsh word for “haven” is “hafan”.  The Forest of Hafan is a sanctuary of healing in one of my WIPs, and it was to this my muse directed me this morning 🙂

The Enchanter’s Stone (Lyr #47)

This is Part 47 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.


How many enchanters had been in the presence of this most hallowed, most mythical of objects? I had no idea, but I would guess not many. Like The Hag herself, The Enchanter’s Stone was found in all the stories that recounted the earliest exploits of the dream-weavers. Until this moment, I didn’t believe it really existed.

The standing stone towered into the air and was at least as twice as wide as I was. Light, in a thousand colours, sparkled across the surface, each one denoting a tiny crystal inclusion in the rock.

‘The Enchanter’s Stone is an energy stone, Lyr. It is not the only one, but it is the most impressive and most powerful.’ The Hag proceeded to instruct me in how to work with it.

I sat down facing the stone, legs crossed, knees touching the stone’s surface. And then I waited for the magic to happen…


Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #47 | Word count: 150 – So, we’re all caught up with the prompts – woohoo!  The next update will be towards the end of next week, once the next prompt has been released…

A Walk In The Woods (Lyr #46)

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…

Unforeseen Consequences (Lyr #45)

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…

A Magical Dispute – The Between Time continued (Lyr #44)

This is Part 44 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.


It wasn’t Fandario I needed to fear meddling. It was Adrastia.

‘What are you doing?’ Fadario’s voice sounded uncertain, strained. If he didn’t think something was a good idea, it must be terrible.

‘Trying to help-’

‘Are you? Surely the best course of action is do nothing and no harm will be done.’

‘Get out of my way, Fandario. I don’t have time for your antics.’

‘I’ll not just stand by as you make things worse. At least explain what you plan on doing? How do you plan to counter the effects of the larulia?’

I sorely wanted to hear the answer to that also, but Adrastia must have believed she owed no one an explanation for no response was forthcoming.

The next thing I heard was a thunderclap, sounding directly above me, as colours of blue and yellow rushed by.

Adrastia was using her magic, and Fandario was using his to stop her.


Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #44 | Word count: 154 – Again a few words over – oops!  I had to get a little creative with this prompt as I saw no way of getting a train into the story at this point.  So instead I used two elements taken from the train – its colours and speed – in the story.

As it transpired, the next update was not to be posted on Monday…some times life just gets in the way…sigh… The next update will be tomorrow, of this I’m certain…at the moment, at any rate 🙂

The Between Time (Lyr #43)

This is Part 43 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 felt the dream slipping away…everything was spinning and distorting…moving too quickly and at strange angles.  It wasn’t a nice experience.

‘Do something!’ I heard Adrastia shout. Was it at me?

‘I don’t know what you expect me to do!’

‘You’re a magician!’ Ah, she was shouting at Fandario.

‘And you’re…a scold! You have magic – you do something!’

I opened my eyes but something wasn’t right. All I could see above me: clothes hovering in the air. There were no bodies to go with them, yet I could still hear Adrastia and Fandario arguing.

‘But I don’t know what to do!’

‘And you think I do? I haven’t had many dealings with enchanters, and certainly none with their dream-weaver’s flower. Whatever I do might make things worse.’

For once, Fandario and I seemed to be of one mind. I didn’t want the mad magician meddling either…


Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #43 | Word count: 147 – Yay! This part makes five in five days!  And we’ve almost (sort of) caught up – only 3 more prompts to go, plus next week’s prompt.  Next part coming Monday 🙂

The Hag’s Message – The Dream continued (Lyr #42)

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… 🙂

The Hag – The Dream continued (Lyr #41)

This is Part 41 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 climbed the steps and felt my spirits lighten. I was content to be here in the forest.

At the top of the hill was a path. I followed that too. It didn’t seem to matter that I knew not where it led.

The trees crept closer. Sunlight filtered through the canopy above to speckle the floor in soft gold.

Time moved on. The day was slowly slipping away…

Suddenly the forest fell behind me and there ahead was a charming forester’s cottage. Around it grew a well-tended kitchen garden. A gaggle of geese, sensing my approach, cackled in warning, which brought an old woman with bent back to the door.

She smiled a toothless grin at me as she beckoned me in. I went cold, realising instantly who she was.

‘Welcome, Lyr. I’ve been expecting you.’

How could I refuse The Hag’s invitation?


Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #41 | Word count: 144