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A Mystic's Realm
By Donna L Martin
The soft thudding of his horse's hooves barely made a sound as Braeye makes his way deeper into the stand of trees. He can't believe the elders would toy with him but Braeye was beginning to wonder if perchance they were mistaken as to the location of the mystic's secret cottage. All that surrounds him are mist and shadow as he searches in vain for some sign of life in the fading daylight. Suddenly, he begins to make out what appears to be stairs...leading to nowhere.
"How can this be?" Braeye wonders as his horse slowly moves closer to the stone apparition rising from among the leaves as if a slumbering dragon awakened to discover an intruder in its lair. Braeye cautiously dismounts, sweaty palms grasping the cold steel handle of his sword as he steps closer to the crumbling steps not ten feet in front of him.
Shrugging off touches of fear snaking up his spine, Braeye turns away from the ancient stone and begins to remount his horse when he hears a soft hissing sound coming from somewhere beyond the stone steps call out to him...
"How might I serve you today, milord?"
***Okay, it's your turn! What happens next? Who is behind the voice? What is beyond the stairs? Why has Braeye come to the woods in search of the mystic? Put your creative cap on and add a sentence or add a paragraph. Continue my story or start one of your own. Join the fun and see where this picture prompt takes us!***
