Gates of the City
“What are your names?” The sentry asked.
“My name is Ashalla of Woodhall.”
“My name is Aalen Liadon.”
As soon as she spoke the sentry looked her.
“Please remove your hood miss.” He ordered.
Aalen complied revealing her long golden hair and bright green eyes.
“You’re one of the forest folk.” The sentry stated. “And presumably the wolf is yours?” Vilja stood there with his tongue hanging out.
“He’s my companion. He’s good-natured and won’t harm anyone unless provoked.”
“Okay.” The sentry said. He waved them through.
As Vilja bounded through the narrow streets many small hands patted him.
Joanne Fisher
Aalen’s story: previous episode
This was written with the prompt many hands provided by the Carrot Ranch June 13 Flash Fiction Challenge.
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This is most intriguing, Joanne.
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Such a small snatch of what I’m guessing is an intriguing tale. Like the names
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There’s been around 12 other parts of this story so far.
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Actually 14. I just counted them.
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Oops. Apologies. Sometimes my head doesn’t hold things from one day to the next. What’ s that about short-term memory? But that explains why the names seemed familiar.
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That’s okay. I understand 🙂
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Revenge is getting closer!
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Indeed it is! 🙂
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I appreciate getting a glimpse of Aalen this way as she reveals herself to the sentry. We’ve come to know her through her actions. I also like the small hands reaching out to the wolf, indicating his gentleness (unless provoked, of course).
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