Thursday photo prompt: Choice #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a winter landscape, with trees by a stream and rough stepping stones across it.

Choices

The woman stood and looked upstream. It was cold but it was February. It was cold but not the cold of the war. That gnawing cold that the Vampires had spread across the world. That winter that had lasted a decade and been the destruction of so many and so much.

Lisa pulled her cloak around her tighter against the cold and the memory of that long cold and bloody time. She felt so alone so many close to her gone, Mathew ripped to pieces by his own kind, Rachel valiantly fell holding back the hordes of Vampires with so many of her kind. There were so few of the werewolves left now. Faye had been the hardest to take,she had betrayed them but had repented as she died… Something no other Vampire had ever done.

Those ten years and the five after had been hard, lonely years. Lisa felt her age, though her body still looked like that of a young woman. Shaking her head she cleared her brain of all the horrors she had witnessed.

Suddenly voices from behind her brought her back from her memories. She turn to face Calador and Hope approaching her. Calador showing the signs of the fifteen years she had known him, and Hope blossoming into a beautiful young woman. A smile lit up her face and her eyes showed her true magic she was a saviour, Hope by name and nature.

Looking at Hope as she hopped across the stepping stones towards her Lisa knew the choices she had made were the right ones.

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This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge.

This is part of my continuing my story ‘Vampires the Witch and the Werewolf’ you can read the story so far here.