Thursday photo prompt  #writephoto. The Tunnel

This is my entry for Thursday photo prompt  #writephoto. Inspired by Sue Vincent.

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The Tunnel

There it was again that faint mermering coming from the cave. He moved closer to the entrance spread his arms across the opening and listened.

He was sure he could hear voices. Standing with the noonday sun behind him shilouetting his form he looked very tall. 

No way was he going to enter the tunnel, he was no fool. He knew it was all too easy to get lost in these caves. So he stayed outside in the sun and listened. Way down at the end of the tunnel she watched him, not sure if what she saw was real or not. The bright light seemed to confuse her. 

Suddenly she was disturbed by the sense of someone standing behind her. “What are you doing” snapped an irritated voice, ” we are late my watch has stopped again” She ignored the voice watching, intently the figure at the end of the tunnel.

“Come on ” the voice announced. As the tick tock got on her nerves. “Alright!” Hissed Alice as she span around. Coming face to face with a giant white rabbit dressed in a morning suit. “What is the hurry” she enquired.  “Well the Mad Hatter has invited us for tea and the Queen is dropping in too and I hear there will be jam tarts”

“Do you think he could come” asked Alice nodding towards the entrance. “Don’t be daft” replied the 10ft rabbit, “he is just a figment of your imagination, not real at all.”

“Right” said Alice and they clip clopped and flip flopped deeper into the tunnel.

Back out in the sunshine Mark finally decided he had imagined  the voices and went back to join his friends who were having a picnic by the croquet lawn.

Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto. Twilight.

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.

                      Twilight.

 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.

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To be continued

Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. Green 

This is my entry for Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo #writephoto prompt. Green .

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Mathew knew that Rachel was in torment and needed him. He did not know where she was or even why she was desperately​ calling for him.

He looked and the moon, it was full, that boded nothing but danger. The Warewolves would be out hunting, the humans would be on high alert … The elves and dwarfs, those that were left would be in hiding.

After a short while for thought, Mathew finished drinking the blood of the deer he had killed. He reasoned he needed all the strength he could get.  Then he set off in the direction his instincts were drawing him, towards the sea. 

Moving at the speed of light Mathew sped west, his mind in a turmoil what was wrong with Rachel why could he feel so much of her anguish. He past villages, towns, and a city the smell of human blood kept calling to him but he resisted the temptation. 

He must of taken his mind off his surroundings for as he set down for a rest he was faced with three Warewolves. They were delighted to see him. Baring their fangs they all sprang at him ripping into his flesh before he could defend himself. 

Mathew fought back valiantly wounding the female and killing the younger male unfortunately the remaining male was strong and angry! He had seriously injured Mathew, who felt himself slipping away. The huge wolf was circling Mathew ready to go in for the kill. Mathew knew all his strength was gone and his injuries were such as he could not retaliate, all the damn wolf had to now was to either rip out his heart or rip off his head.  He was cold and tired but more than the thought of being sent into oblivion he wanted to see Rachel. 

The wolf had sunk his claws deep into Mathew’s chest  just as Mathew smelt the foul breath of the wolf there was high pitched​ scream just as everything went black.

Mathew opened his eyes, he was in so much pain, he expected to see the wolf but instead he saw the beautiful pale face of his sister, Fay. He could hear water running over stones as he looked two ivy covered arches came into view just as he blacked out again. 

Fay held Mathew in her arms,she felt they were safe enough under the bridge as the Warewolves could not get their scent and the humans were scared of this place , believing it to be a place of witchcraft! 

Fay looked at the dark roof  asked for  help, she had no idea from whom but she needed help.

Lisa was feeding Hope when she heard Rachel’s cry for help. She saw exactly where they were.

Previous episodes can be found 

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Thursday Photo Prompt, #writephoto: Obelisk.

This is  my entry for Sue Vincent of Daily Echo’s #writephoto prompt.

​You have to use the image below to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 3rd May and link back to Sue’s post here with a pingback. Please make sure that the pingback works and if not, copy and paste your link into the comments section of that post.

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The Obelisk

It was a clear evening and the last rays of the sun where dancing on the water. The cliff and the old Obelisk were already in the shadows. Rachel approached with caution incase there were others there. 

Standing by the Obelisk  Rachel howled at the rising moon. Her pain growing inside her.  She wondered if she should end her life, was there any point in going on.

She raised her head and sent out a plea.

  Under the moon and Obelisk

I stand and beg you to find me

I have not seen you since our tryst

I need you to save me set me free

What hope have I our child dead

I carried our only hope

Alone I stand here in dread

I am tired, I can not cope.

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Rachel curled up and wept, she fell asleep. Far away, further up the coast Lisa heard Rachel’s plea, she prayed the old ones of the Obelisk would protect her friend until the dawn. Nestled in her arms Hope smiled.

Even further away Mathew stopped feeding on a deer and listened to the wind. Something indistinct told him Rachel needed him.

Previous episodes can be found 

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Thursday Photo Prompt, #writephoto, Child,

This is  my entry for Sue Vincent of Daily Echo‘s #writephoto prompt.

​You have to use the image below to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 3rd May and link back to Sue’s post here with a pingback. Please make sure that the pingback works and if not, copy and paste your link into the comments section of that post.

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Thursday Photo Prompt, #writephoto, Child,

When Rachel awoke two days later she was destraugt to learn of her loss. So deep was her pain and grief that Lisa feared she would loose her.

Slowly Rachel responded to Lisa’s kindness and took food and water. To Lisa’s surprised Rachel refused to morph in to a human and remained wolf. 

After a week she was strong again and told Lisa she was leaving.  Lisa asked her to stay but Rachel said she had to find  Mathew.

Lisa, reading Rachel’s thoughts could tell that Hope was upsetting her, a constant reminder of her loss.

So Rachel bid Lisa and Hope a loving farewell and promised to return as soon as she could.

Left alone Lisa got out the toys she readied for her child. Beautiful things she had collected over the years some in payment for her healing ways from the villagers and some from her childhood.

Rachel set of to West in search of her lover, her loss raw and gnawing. 

Lisa could feel the need in Hope to learn and fast. 

She showed the child what she had gathered. The Rocking Horse, the dolls in the cradle, the dolls house..

The 10 day old infant smiled. Telepathically Lisa heard Hope say “teach me your ways read to me from your magic books.”

Lisa smiled and did as Hope asked.

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Previous episodes can be found 

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Thursday photo prompt #writephoto. Shore.

This week’s #writephoto  from Sue Vincent of Daily Echo, is another beautiful beach and sea themed view and it is lovely as ever.

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The next morning the sun was high and clouds danced across the sky. The three women, each from different species wandered down to the shore. Some how a bond had formed between them.

Lisa announced she was in labour and had been most of the night. She wanted the sea’s rythmn to help with the birth of her child. Looking at the trench, nature had carved along the shore leading out to the sea she said she hoped her baby would flow out of her to sea and be embraced by nature.

Rachel was scared, she hid it well but she feared for Lisa and for herself. Fay found herself engrossed by the whole experience but her urge to feed was strong. Like the sea emotions swept over the women soaking them first then draining them. Lisa read Rachel and Fay’s thoughts, Rachel could sense Fay’s heightening agitation and told her to go as the next few hours would be more than her willpower could stand. 

Fay promised to return soon, she knew Rachel was right, she would not be able to resist the blood or the fresh smell of baby. For the first time in hundreds of years she did the right thing and left.

The child was born on the beach to the rythmn of the waves. The sun had moved round in the sky and it was late afternoon as Rachel helped Lisa along the trench to the sea to bathe herself and the baby. The child,  a girl screamed as the sea water was gentle dropped over her by loving hands.  Lisa held the baby to her breast, the child thrashed about for a seconds then latched on to its mother to feed.

Lisa, Rachel and the child returned to the house and Lisa bathed the baby again in warm water and wrapped her snuggly and put her into a basket of herds she had covered with a sheet. 

The warmth and the scent of the herbs  soothed the child and she lay quietly in her little bed. Lisa bathed then  lifted her to her breast again. ” Here my love ” she soothed ” feed and grow strong.”

Rachel left them she was exhausted by Lisa’s labour and also terrified as she had to go through this too. 

Standing at the top of the cliff by the old ruins she could see the whole of the beach, the deep trench was still visible. The sound of the sea in her ears and all the beauty before her and yet she felt lost alone and terrified.

Suddenly a pain grabbed her and her fear turned to terror as she realised she was now in labour. Immediately she morphed in to a wolf and made her way back to Lisa.

Lisa was ready for Rachel on her return she had a blanket ready . She settled Rachel down and spoke to her saying ” All will be well Rachel all will be well” though truth be told she knew it would not. She could not let Rachel know this.

All the while Lisa’s baby slept. Just before midnight the wolf cub  was born. Sadly it was dead, Lisa with all her skills could not revive the little female pup. She was beautiful, she had huge fangs were her canine teeth should of been.

Rachel was too ill to even know her child had died, she had bled profusely and Lisa had had to stitch her up and pack her womb with healing herbs. Rachel was lucky that Lisa was skilled in the ways of child birth, though she had never delivered a warewolf before.

As Rachel slept unaware of her loss Lisa stood on the shore with her babe in here arms…. “I shall call you Hope” she whispered. Little did she know how apt that name was.

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Previous episodes can be found 

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Sue Vincent’s,#Writephoto: Gold

This is the next episode of my on going story prompted each week by the photo on Sue Vincent’s blog Daily Echo.

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              Gold.

Rachel and Lisa spent a quiet morning on the beach the sound of the waves and the mild weather cleared their heads. 

They talked about their lives, silently by telepathy. Anyone walking along the beach would of seen a pregnant woman and a large pregnant dog/ wolf.

Lisa told Rachel how her husband and been killed by Vampires in a raid about eight months ago. A week later she had discovered she was pregnant. Rachel asked if she hated the Vampires, because she did. Lisa replied that she hated the war more.

Lisa asked Rachel how she could be in love with Mathew if she hated Vampires. It was a trick question really because she had read Rachel’s mind and knew the answer. Rachel told her the truth and their bond grew stronger.

At midday Lisa and Rachel went to the village to get supplies, both were near their time (to give birth) so they had decided to stock up. As Lisa had warned Rachel the locals were afraid of her but they needed her. They showed their fear by avoiding the two and a few hurled insults at them. 

At one point a man spat at them and a woman shout out,”the pregnant bitch has found another pregnant bitch” Lisa ignored the insult but she saw Rachel slow up immediately she told her, “remember ordinary wolves don’t understand humans please ignore them”. Rachel obeyed Lisa and trotted on. They got their supplies and all who looked on would of just seen  the witch and her wolf as they walked home.

That evening they went to the beach to watch the sunset. Lisa marvelled a Rachel’s eyes.. they were the colour of the setting sun, gold. “What is it Rachel” Lisa asked as she watched the warewolf bristle and become alert. 

Rachel answered ” Quick we need to get back to the house now. I am certain that is not a bird on the horizon heading our way out of the sun. Get on my back Lisa I can carry you.” 

Lisa knew immediately  Rachel was right and did as she was told. Rachel ran across the beach carrying Lisa,they got into the house and lock all the doors and windows. 

They looked out at the last rays of the dying sun turn the sky was gold. They saw a lone Vampire circling the beach. 

“Thank you Rachel ” Lisa said. After she drew the curtains and lit fire Lisa hugged Rachel and the two slept soundly,Lisa resting on Rachel’s soft and warm fur.

Outside it was dark inside all was bathed in a glow of gold.

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