All of the village’s warriors stood waiting on the shoreline while their leader looked out across the water from further up.
“The Seer said the raiders would attack today. Expect to see their longboats at any moment.” He warned them all. They all stood there looking out at the water. Some were armed with bows, some with spears, and a select few had swords and other weapons such as flails at the ready. They waited for hours, but saw no sign of a war party approaching.
“Are you sure the Seer got the right day?” one of them eventually asked.
“She’s usually extremely reliable.” The leader replied. “Maybe she was wrong about today.” No sooner had he said that then there was a sudden rough tapping on his left shoulder…
Word count: 130
This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #134.
Over the weekend we had quite bad flooding here from four days of intense rain. To add to this we’ve also had a few shakes. I guess the local faultline is just letting us know not to forget it… They still give me flashbacks to February 22 2011… So I’m feeling a bit frazzled at the moment.
Cindy walked towards the Faerie Market. There were all manner of different creatures wandering around the market place or minding the stalls. She could see elves, dwarves, gnomes, a tree-ish woman Cindy presumed to be a dryad, and many others that she had no name for, while above fairies and pixies flittered around them all.
The market stalls had many wondrous-looking items on display. There were gems, jewels in the shape of flowers that blossomed before your eyes as though they were alive, potions, weapons, small chests full of ointments or perfumes, and many more such things. Cindy stopped at a stall that had various trinkets. An old woman with long silver hair wearing a long black cloak regarded her. Cindy picked up a small silver bell that had intricate patterns etched into the metal. When she rang the bell it made a clear note that drove away her feeling of tiredness.
“You like the bell? Would you like to exchange something for it?” The old woman asked.
“I don’t have anything to buy it with.” Cindy told her.
“You have nothing at all?” The woman clarified looking at her keenly. Cindy dug into the pockets of her jeans. She produced the letter from Melissa, which was the only thing she had left.
“I’ve got a letter from a friend and that’s all.” Cindy said.
“Hand the letter over to me child and let me have a look at it.” The old woman requested holding out her shaking hand. Cindy reluctantly gave it to her. The old woman looked it over and opened it up to read. “Ah a letter of apology from a sorceress. This has much value. Feel free to take any item.” A sorceress? Cindy thought, it’s just plain old Melissa. Cindy picked up the silver bell.
“Okay I’ll take this silver bell. It’ll make a nice gift for Jess, my partner. It will help prove to her I was actually here.” Cindy informed her. The old woman nodded.
“It’s a fair exchange.” She declared. She spat on her hand and held it out to Cindy, who then reluctantly shook hands with her. “It is sealed.”
As Cindy walked away she looked behind her to see the woman hide the letter away amongst her belongings. Cindy began to consider it was time to move on. She should really get home as she was unaware how long she had been lost in Faerie, and time seemed to move differently here. Jess would be worrying about her. And it wasn’t like she anything else to exchange with aside from the clothes she was wearing, and she would rather not part with those.
Once finding the path she assumed would lead her back to the portal, she followed it to see where she would end up this time. The path led her through the forest and then upwards through bush until she came across Babradon who was sitting there smoking his pipe.
“I saw you approaching. You were away for some time. Did you get lost?” He asked.
“Yes. I left the path and couldn’t find it again.” Cindy told him.
“I did warn you not to leave the path. Then count yourself lucky you found your way back to here. You could have been lost in Faerie for the rest of your life.” Babradon informed her.
“I know. Luckily a pixie helped by leading me to the Faerie market. I’m really glad I saw it.”
“All’s well that ends well then.” Babradon replied.
“I better be going home. Jess will probably be wondering where I am.” She looked towards the portal.
“I suspect I’ll be seeing you again. So until next time!” Babradon said. Cindy nodded.
“Yes until next time.” Cindy replied as she walked up to the portal. She was looking forward to getting home.
Aalen was walking home. Tired, hungry, and cold, she looked forward to a warm fire and hot stew, but that was still far off. She came across a lone wolf cub.
“Where’s your mother?” she asked. She saw blood on it’s fur and knew there’d been some tragedy. She rummaged through her bag and fed the cub strips of dried meat and whatever else she could find. After it had eaten the last of her food, she picked the cub up to keep it warm and continued to her village. Aalen hoped her Elder would let her keep it.
There was a loud knock on the door. Clarice answered it to find a tall man with a long beard standing on her porch.
“Clarice Evans, would you like to join me on an adventure?” the Wizard asked.
“Ooh that sounds lovely dear! I’ll just go and get my coat.” Clarice replied. The Wizard waited patiently.
Clarice Evans may have been seventy four with a gammy leg, hard of hearing, and owned a preponderance of cats, but little did she know it was her destiny to defeat evil and usher in a new golden age of peace and enlightenment.
I was traveling into the town of Framsburg, after being in the wilderness for some time. As I got nearer the town, the more people I saw running in the opposite direction. I ended up stopping a person and asking what was wrong.
“A dragon has invaded our town. It’s settled itself in the library.” he told me. That’s a shame, I thought. Framsburg was known for its great library and now it was probably going to all end up in flames from the dragon’s breath. Fancying myself to be a hero, I drew my sword and walked purposefully into the town.
When I got to the town’s centre, sure enough the Great Library had a hole in its side and smoke was drifting out. I inhaled slowly to settle my nerves and then strode in to the building. There in the centre all the books had been gathered into a vast pile, and a bronze dragon was sitting on top reading a book. The dragon looked down on me.
“This is the hero they send to chase me away? A young blonde-haired girl with a sword? Oh I’m so afraid.” the dragon said as he rolled his eyes. He then returned to his book.
“I thought dragons liked to sit on a vast horde of treasure.” I said to him.
“And I am. Take a look girl.”
“I don’t understand.” I replied. The dragon sighed and put his book down again.
“All books are treasures. Inside they contain knowledge not found anywhere else, or stories and poems that are unique and may never be seen again. It’s all worth far more than mere jewels or gold.” I pouted at his words. I had never read a book. I always left that to the wizards or clerics.
“You can’t eat a book, or buy weapons with it.” I argued.
“Yet a book can instruct you how to grow food, or even make your own weapons.” the dragon countered.
“So you like books.” I stated, only because I couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“Like? I love books. I adore them. You could say I’m a bookworm.” the dragon replied.
“Or maybe a book-wyrm.” I quipped.The dragon laughed.
“Yes I see what you did there. Very funny. Now run along and let me continue reading, or I’ll eat you.” the dragon said.
I knew there was little I could do. I couldn’t defeat him on my own and there was no point in dying needlessly, so I left the dragon to his books. Maybe I should find some books to read myself, I pondered as I walked away.
In the garden Katy saw the most beautiful butterfly fluttering by the roses. Out of nowhere a stone went flying past, only narrowly missing it. Katy turned to see her brother Scott was there about to throw another stone.
“Why are you throwing stones at the butterfly?” Katy demanded.
“That’s no butterfly!” Scott replied. Looking closer, Katy saw it was actually a fairy.
“It’s beautiful!” she said putting her hand out. The fairy landed, then unsheathed a sword and plunged it deep into her palm. “Ow! That fairy stabbed me!”
Our party went further down the cavern until we heard voices, so we hid among the rocks. The fighter unsheathed his sword while I nocked an arrow getting ready to fire. The cleric gently put his hand on my arm.
“What are you doing my elven friend?”
“Getting ready to shoot. Those voices are from troglodytes. We must wipe them out.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Because they’re evil.” I explained.
“Evil? And yet you’re the one breaking into their home planning to kill them all, including their children.” he replied. “So what does that make you?”
Word count: 95
This was written with the prompt troglodyte provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #189. In Dungeons and Dragons, troglodytes are a monster.
All going well I hope to have the e-book of Aalen’s Saga ready in January/February. I’m not sure what platforms it will be available on yet, but I’ll keep you posted on where it can be found. If this project is successful, then I have further ideas for e-books, so this could be the first of many.
Currently I have a friend who is an artist doing a cover and some interior artwork for the book.
If anyone is able to provide links with step by step instructions on how to make and publish an e-book that would be greatly appreciated 🙂