Thursday photo prompt: Shimmer #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows the dark silhouette of an island in a shimmering lake, surrounded by shadowy hills. The sun is breaking out from behind the clouds in rayed splendour

Rachel stands on the shore of the lake looking across to The Island and Ewan’s castle. It dark and cold, so cold, she shivers. She is lost, her lover gone, her baby gone, her enemies almost upon her, she shivers. Then suddenly the first silver rays of dawn reach through the clouds and shimmer on the lake.

Shimmer
Silver hope spreads out like fingers
Rippling the waters of life.
The fear of the dark still lingers
Clouding our minds and causing strife
The future is outlined dark , black
For now we have the moment
The past full of all we lack.
The War is upon us in earnest
What will the dawn bring?

This is part of Sue Vincent's #writephoto

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To be continued.

If you wish to read Lisa’s and Rachel’s story up to this point you can find it here.

Thursday photo prompt: Afar #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows green fields leading to distant, snow-covered hills, lit with the pink-gold glow of sunset.

Afar

Looking out from the ramparts of the castle Ewan looked out across the land protected by the witches spell to the evil winter beyond. He was almost his old self again but beneath his brave exterior he was still deeply affected by the horrors of that last battle. The screams, the blood the noise the absolute horror invaded his waking moments and his dreams.

The two witches and the new armies of men dwarves and elves had so raised his spirits and he was almost his old self again. He had been helping with the training of the troops, the elves, master bowmen, were happy to train men and dwarves, dwarves skilled axe and swordmen trained the elves and men and the men helped with tactics something especially the dwarves never really took into account. They always thought noise and brute strength would carry them through.

Lisa was delighted to be back for a while and being able to be with Hope was more than she had hoped for when they had left the castle for the first time. Though her heart yearned for Calador and Rachel to be safe within these castle walls. As she looked to the mountains covered in snow she saw a murder of Crows approaching from afar what news did they bring.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto

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To be continued.

If you wish to read Lisa’s and Rachel’s story up to this point you can find it here.

Arthur

Arthur, from an early age, for kingdom groomed

Taught by his father Utha  and Merlin the boy grew well attuned

To matters of battles and  affairs of state

Merlin his protector guided Arthur towards his fate.

 

A fine horseman, happy to work with birds and dogs

To read the land’s and nature’s  ways to never be out whited by storms or fogs.

On his father’s death he found  he had a task to do.

To remove the sword of kings… it has been attempted my quite a few.

Duly Arthur retrieved the sword , he waved it high above his head

He vowed to use it well,to serve his people and unite the Britons

To fight off the Saxon foe, to chase them from his land or leave them dead!

The sword,Excalibur,would protect him if wielded for good,well that was what was said.

 

Being wise and choosing to listen to the people, he call upon his trusted knights

To join him in a counsel to sort their ever present plights.

He decided that all should be equal so he ordered a table round

Which made discussion easier and with all in put welcome, answers soon were found.

 

He married Guinevere a beautiful Welsh princess

She was gentle, kind and she had qualities that would help Arthur to progress.

And so now our scene is set , well no, that is not quite true

For there are some important knights that I shall have to introduce to you.

 

 

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