One day I came across a portal. Going through it I came into some far green country. I marveled at the beauty as I wandered across it, until I came to a wondrous city. As I stood there gazing at it, two Elven knights grabbed hold of me. I was taken to the Elven Queen. She was so radiantly beautiful I had to avert my gaze.
“Mortal, you have wandered in lands you were not meant to.” she said softly. I was led away to a dungeon. My stay there seemed brief as I was soon escourted back to the portal.
When I was back in my own world, everything seemed different. All my joints were stiff and I found it hard to move. There were horseless carriages going faster than I could believe and all the people walking around were fixated by rectangular tablets in their hands, ignoring all else. I didn’t understand. When I saw my reflection I saw long white hair and wrinkled skin. I decided to return to Faerie to restore my youth.
I went back to the place where I had found the portal, but it wasn’t there, just long grass and an old gate I had never seen before. The writing on it said: NO ENTRY.
“So what do we know?” the Emperor asked. He was seated at the head of a long table. Immediately to his left was the Arch-Wizard, and to his right was the new Chancellor. Further down the table were various governors, advisors, and military commanders. Opposite him at the other end of the table was the Seer who was wrapped in black robes.
“To the east of my province the land has blackened, and it seems to be spreading. Several towns and villages have been engulfed by this blackness. We’ve also had reports of garns attacking towns.” the Governor of Antearl reported.
“Garns? Aren’t they the foot-soldiers of the Shadow Lord?” the Chancellor asked.
“Yes they are.” the Emperor confirmed.
“I’ve heard reports the same thing is happening in the south. The kingdoms below Yastell are being overwhelmed by garn armies and other creatures. There have also been rumours of large swathes of land also succumbing to this blackening, as though the land itself is rotting away.” the Commander of the Empire’s Southern Armies added. The Emperor looked directly at the Seer.
“Can you enlighten us at all with what seems to be happening?” the Emperor asked her.
“The Shadow World is trying to consume ours, and it’s speed is increasing.” the Seer replied.
“Can anything be done?” the Arch-Wizard asked.
“Possibly.” the Seer answered.
“Is there anyone that can help us?” the Emperor asked her. The Seer smiled.
“There is one, but she’s probably the last person you would want to see.” she replied cryptically. The Emperor sighed and sat back in his seat with a wry smile on his face.
“Ask her to come.” the Emperor commanded. Everyone at the table looked at him in surprise, except the Seer.
to be continued…
About time I began my sequel to the Sky-Pirates of Durn…
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“Congratulations! By rubbing the lamp, you have released me from my prison! I shall grant you one wish.”
“Ooh, I thought this only happened in fairy tales! I wish to live forever.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Okay your wish is granted.You will never die.”
“Wahoo! I’m never going to grow old!”
“You never said anything about not growing old. You just wanted to be immortal. So you will keep aging indefinitely from now on. You’ll spend an eternity as some wrinkled old prune in constant pain and unable to move, and you will never be able to die. How do you like that?”
“I think I’ll pass on that. Can I change my wish?”
We infiltrated the castle posing as a group of traveling players, and ended up doing an impromptu performance to satisfy the Master of Ceremonies for the upcoming wedding. In reality we were there to open the castle gates for when the rightful Queen’s army attacked in the early morning…
Cadrina looked up at the castle ramparts. She would have to wait until it was dark before she climbed up the wall. She was particularly good at not being seen and getting into places she shouldn’t be in, but it was always a challenge. There would be keen-eyed castle guards always watching out for someone like her. She would evade them so long everything went her way, as it usually did. She would sneak along the wall and then down the steps, and then she would gain access to the one place she intended to be. For some rogues it was about gaining riches and notoriety, for her it was always about proving herself to the ones that mattered.
But she wondered would she always be expected to break into the castle so she could spend her evening with the princess every night?
“There must be some way out of here!” Yelmys said to herself as she watched the rising water.
She had sneaked into these caverns searching for fabled treasure. After creeping into this room, the door slammed behind her and water began to cascade in. She tried opening the door, but it wouldn’t budge. What diabolical genius had devised this trap, she wondered. As she stood there watching the water fall, she knew if she was ever going to find a way to escape this room, she had better do it quickly, the water would soon be over her head…
Word count: 99
This was written with the prompt water falls provided by the Carrot Ranch April 11 Story Challenge.
The door to my cell opened and two guards walked in. They looked around in confusion.
“Where is she?” one asked.
“She’s disappeared.” the other said. I stood silently in front of them.
While I’m not adept at great magic, I do have a couple of useful spells up my sleeve. This spell wasn’t a true invisibility spell, it just made people unable to notice me so long as I didn’t draw attention to myself. They searched my cell and then quickly left, luckily leaving the door open. I managed to quietly walk out of the dungeons and escape.
This was written with the prompt disappearance provided by the Carrot Ranch March 28 Story Challenge.
“To conclude my lord, our forces have stopped the Verhern advance and we have even managed to force their troops back in places.” The General informed his Emperor.
‘”I should use the word conclude in one of my proclamations. I know all the best words. I am a genius after all.” The Emperor responded. “Why are we even fighting them?”
“They attacked us my lord.”
“But I have spoken to the King of the Verhern’s. He’s a very nice man you know. He assures me that his forces didn’t attack us and that he has no hostile intentions on our Empire.”
“But he’s our enemy my lord. He butchers his own people.” The General saw the Emperor was now doodling. He had lost him. Trying to give a briefing to a man with the attention span of a goldfish was difficult at best.
The General left the room wondering how had their once great empire fallen under the control of such a dunce. He looked forward to the surety of the battlefield. At least he knew who his enemies were there.
This started off as a response to a prompt, but it got too long. The satire is probably a couple of years out of date, but sadly still rather topical.