...Really...
I am a writer, I can come up with a dozen ideas...
each one more intriguing than the last.
Quoting: Elfsong …. clothes drenched in sweat, and covered in bleeding scratches and gritty dirt from having spent the last 24 hours running through deep woods and thick forestation, Z comes into a clearing.
As he peered into the dimming light at the 3 figures dressed in dark robes, he realized they were Witches…… quietly chanting in unison….
Zovalex breathed a sigh of relief and boldly stepped into the clearing.
“Friends!” he said with a broad smile and opened his arms in greeting.
The 3 Witches stopped chanting but continued staring into the circle they had formed in the ground.
Slowly, one looked up at him.
With empty eyes of Darkness, Z felt she was looking into his very Soul.
“I’m a friend!”, Z said, taking a cautious step forward.
The Witch slowly returned her gaze to the circle.
Z distinctly heard her say….
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Zovalex fell to his knees. His tattered and thorn ripped clothing exposing skin that bore the marks of a man running for his life. Parched from thirst and hunger, he looked upon the three dark robed phantoms that now stood before him as the circle of fire seemed to dance in harmony with the phantom's chanting. Was this real? Was this an illusiom brought on by his lack of hunger?
The chilly night air in the forest seemed to hold it's breath and then pause. Waiting.
The three phantoms slowy approached and then encirled Zovalex as he bowed his head, not knowing what his fate would be.
A dark shadow slowly moved behind Zovalex as another seemed to float on the night air towards him. Another of the dark figures moved to stand beside the first one.
In a collective voice that seemed to speak inside his head, the witches spoke.
"Why do you come before us?"
Quietly approaching the circle, Elf could see that Z was now
at the mercy of the three women. When they asked him the question,
his answer would seal his fate.
Before he could respond, she approached the three women from behind Z..
"MiLadies.. Blessed Be and may your night be
fruitful. I have come for this man, for he has escaped his
Mistress, and she asked for his return. I do not have
much to offer, but a full flask of Elderberry wine and a
pouch of dark rich chocolate. It was a gift and I would be
grateful for you to share with me."
Stepping forward, to the youngest of the three women she hands
the chocolate, to the middle-aged woman she hands the wine.
Turning to the oldest woman, she bows slightly. "Milady, to
you, I offer thanks and an offer of a recently empowered Moon Stone."
As she hands the stone to the woman, the stone caught the
midnight moon and returned its luminous glow. Giving hint
of the power hidden below the surface of the stone.
Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a thin strand of elven
silver cord. Each strand as thin as a human hair, each strand
glowing with the Elven Silver that carried the magic within it.
Looping it around his neck, she tightened it slightly.
"Z, you will come wth me now... you have an appointment with
your Mistress. And she does not like to be kept waiting."
Turning once more to the three women, she bowed slightly once more,
she pulled Z back to his fee. With a slight tug,
she headed back to the camp and the fire that her magic had
kept burning...
the small smile that played across her lips, mirrored the
thoughts that played through her mind.
