This week Sue Vincent of Daily Echo has given the prompt “Twilight” for our #writephoto .
This week will be the last episode of the first part of the saga I have been writing. There will be more but for now there is a break in the story.
After a quiet night Rachel awoke to find herself in Mathew’s arms. He was awake and watching her. Lisa was busy at the stove cooking some breakfast. Fay was out hunting to find something for Mathew to eat.
Mathew slept most of the day after having fed on the meal that Fay had returned with. While he rested and regained his strength the three females sat and discussed what Hope had intimated to Lisa. They decided that the tower would be the best base from which to face the oncoming dangers.
Lisa said her cottage was too close to the human’s village they would soon be discovered if they stayed there. It was with heavy heart that she cast a protective spell over her loved home. Hoping one day she and Hope could return.
When Mathew awoke he was almost his oldself his strength rapidly returning and all his senses heightened. He looked young and in his prime. Rachel felt comforted by his presence and told him of the child they had lost. They talked for a long time and allowed themselves to grieve.
At twilight Rachel, Mathew,Fay and Lisa with Hope in her arms went out on to the roof of the tower. They surveyed the mists rolling in across the Valley.
“It has started” said Lisa “the babe says the evil is coming.” As they stood there in the darkling they could hear the wolves calling, and the vampires whispering on the wind,the humans were beating drums and lighting fires. The Elves and Dwarfs were silent still and this worried Lisa.
As the night fell the baby spoke to all of them, a gentle and beautiful voice, “we must stay together and fight the dark.” As they descended the tower steps they all agreed.Rachel was last in as she shut the door evil seeped across the valley. She could feel it. In the valley the animals felt it.
Previous episodes can be found
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and
hopefully in to light ??
I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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12 thoughts on “Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto. Twilight.”
You have something here. You want to think about expanding it into a novella.
Thank you Geoff that is what I am thinking, not sure if I am clever enough but I am going to give it a bash! 💜
Bah rubbish you are more than clever enough.
Thanks Geoff 💜😁
A lovely ending to this first part of the story, Willow.
Thanks Robbie 💜 I want to work on it a little 💖
Yes just for while 💜🤗
Oh, things are not looking good, it is all going to kick off!
I shall look forward to when you continue the story, Sis 🙂
I need to work on the story.Sis 💜💗
It is going really well and I am loving it even tough it is not normally a genre that I enjoy!!
Oh! Judy thank you so much I am glad you like it!!💜💗