This is my entry for Sue Vincent of Daily Echo Thursday Photo Prompt. #writephoto.
Luna
Outside of the old castle walls, Faye looked up to the moon every fibre of her body bristling with expectation and excitement.
The war had started and Roman had promised to be with her within the month.
Calidore had waited until he had sensed that the female Vampire had definitely gone and then he said to Lisa, “I need to be sure I can trust the werewolf” Lisa told him he could and that she, Lisa, trusted her not only with her life but that of Hope’s as well.
So Rachel,Lisa and Calidore sat at the table and Calidore told them of what his people and the Dawfs had learned in the last few months. Lisa was amazed to find out that Calidore knew and respected her husband.
It appeared that the Dwarfs and the Elves had decided that the affairs of Men, Vampires and Werewolves were becoming too evil for them. The Elves of the Ruling House and Dwarfs of the Great Council had decided to withdraw, leaving twelve trusted warriors to help the few good among the warring factions to survive.
Calidore had volunteered to help Lisa, one of the few Witches left, because he had fought with her husband Mark against the Vampire’s. Lisa asked him if he had seen her husband die. It turned out not only had he been there, but Mark had breathed his last in Calidore’s arms. Infact he had asked Calidore to protect Lisa and the then unborn Hope.
Out on the plains below the castle the night was lit by a nearly full moon, it was so cold that the moonlight looked even brighter reflected by the unearthly and ungodly snow.
Fay went in search of her brother wondering whether to tell him of the plans Roman had for the witch, her brat and his werewolf lover. Maybe she mused she should say nothing yet. Let things run their course, Mathew would surely choose her she was his sister after all and blood was thicker than water ( filthy stuff).
Calidore sat in a chair by the fire while the witch and werewolf selpt. He spoke softly to Hope, telling her of her father. He felt the great sense of unease in the child… He managed to relax and sooth the baby off to sleep with his singing.
Rest child we have a huge task ahead of us he thought as he watched her sleep.
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