Thursday photo prompt – Ahead #writephoto

Last week I could not get Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt Challenge done so I am doing two chapters this week, last week’s and this.

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Firstly Arch #writephoto.

Rachel woke from her sleep. The fire in the hearth was still burning, she had no idea how long she had slept. Not did she feel any remorse for ripping apart and destroying that female Vampire before she had found this place.

Stretching her front and then her hind legs she arched her back and padded away from the fire towards the smell of fresh water. She went through an open door way and found herself in a church. This was strange because when she had entered the building that had afforded her scantuary from the Vampires there had been no sign of a church.

Looking around Rachel was impressed by the size of the building in which she now stood. The ceilings were high and the aisle was wide and lined with pillars and arches. The silence of the place was deafening it surrounded her, it swallowed her whole.

A wind was ruffling her fur she went into it and toward the sweet smell of water. The light was fading, she must of slept a night and a day… She felt mightily refreshed.

Rachel moved towards the evening light made brighter by the snow out side of a glassless Arch. She found a trough of fresh running water, she drank deeply and found as she did she was growing in strength and healing. The wound of her lost baby being eased and she began to feel she was capable of facing all that was to come.

Just before she steppe into the snow outside of the arch she wondered how, with there being no glass at this arch and the door to the sanctuary being open, had she slept so safely with the Vampires of the night before on the prowl.

Rachel stepped though the arch and knew where her path was leading, she felt new life being breathed into her soul. She set off at speed towards the witches castle to join Lisa, Calador and Hope.

Ahead #writephoto.

Calador looked over the outcrop of rocks that marked the entrance to great Hall of the Elves. He had not been this close to his home for years and to be honest it was filling him with mixed emotions.

Standing high above the grass and tree covered rocks he saw, as he always had as child Elf, the head of a dog warrior with a mighty helmet. It had scared him as a child, it scared him now.

He had been summoned by the elders of Elfdom to report and help lay plans for the way ahead, the war.

The other four Elves that had been sent out to meet with the humans, dwarfs and Werewolves had summoned too.

What did lay ahead he wandered, would he survive to be with Lisa and Hope, could he protect them. He knew that Lisa a Hope were very important to the future and that was why he had been sent to protect them .

Well Calador thought to himself he could not stay here all day he had to get on. As he stepped forward he knew where his path lay, he felt new life being breathed into him.


Rachel Arrived at the Witches castle as the dawn was breaking, as she entered the castle grounds she saw that the evil winter was invading the enchanted summer that Lisa had cast around the grounds.

Lisa was delighted to see her. Rachel asked about the breaking of the summer spell.

Lisa explained that her magic could only do so much against the mighty evil of the Vampires. She and Hope were the last of the Witches so they had no help.

Lisa and Rachel embraced, as they did Lisa knew where her path lay ahead, she felt new life being breathed into her soul.

To read  the rest of  the  story  so far  please  visit  here  The  Vampire, the Witch and the  Werewolf.

Essence Day 15.

Flowers in a red vase

Joy you bring, my heart raise


Day 15 for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Essence Poem Challenge.

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