Mages of Myth - Book 2 Chapter 7Chapter 7Mages of Myth - Book 2 Chapter 7 by Narryaque
With Ebon safely locked away in the castle dungeon, the mages of myth had a chance to gather some food for their journey.
Unicorn put some biscuits in a velvet brown sack and slung the rope over his shoulder. He looked at his older brother. “I was wondering about what Tabula said,” he said. “About our animals. Tabula’s oracle didn’t tell us how to summon them.”
Pegasus winced as he slung a velvet brown bag over his shoulder; his was full of fruit. “From the medallions, I should think,” he told his younger brother.
Unicorn frowned. “But…how?”
Pegasus walked toward the doorway. “Better leave it for future thoughts, Unicorn.”
“Yeah,” Unicorn said. “Maybe you’re right…” He shook his head and followed his brother.
Griffin and Phoenix walked out of their rooms together and Pix caught up with them. “Where are we going again?”
Griffin looked at her. “T
Rumpelstiltskin - Chapter FiveChapter 5Rumpelstiltskin - Chapter Five by Narryaque
Since the leave of Rumpelstiltskin, the queen and her kingdom had been at peace; but it was a strange peace, a suspicious peace. The queen’s heart still mourned for her deceased family. All she had left was her father the miller, who still resided within the dungeon of the castle.
The queen occasionally visited her father, but the visits were never without bitterness, and feelings left over had yet to be forgiven. Wounds took time to heal.
On the contrary, time had run out for closure, as one dark stranger entered the kingdom. He wore a hooded cloak, and had without being seen, entered the castle…
The queen sat at her throne and held business with her guards and scrolls full of contracts and treaties; but then the daylight sky clouded over quickly, into a pale purple, as if a sudden storm had materialized by itself over the kingdom.
The guards and the queen looked out the window. The sky rumbled and grew darker still. Pins of rain began to sprinkle upon the roof,
Rumpelstiltskin - Chapter Four (part two)Rumpelstiltskin looked over his shoulder many times to see Rapunzel gather up her hair. When she finally cleared the window, Rumpelstiltskin found a log on the forest floor, and sat against it. He faced the tower so that he had a view of Gothel as the witch returned to the tower and called for Rapunzel’s hair to be let down.Rumpelstiltskin - Chapter Four (part two) by Narryaque
“At last,” said a voice.
Rumpelstiltskin looked and saw Midas walking the wood with a long ladder that he dragged beside him. “A ladder?”
Midas looked at him. “Unless you have a better idea.”
“You worked all through the night to build that? How do you know it’s long enough?” Even as he looked at it, Rumpelstiltskin could tell that the ladder was not long enough to reach the window.
“I’ll test it.” Midas stepped in the direction of the tower.
“Wait!” Rumpelstiltskin got up to stop him, but was too late as Midas saw the black haired woman climbing the blonde hair.
Rumpelstiltskin - Chapter Four (part one)Chapter 4Rumpelstiltskin - Chapter Four (part one) by Narryaque
Dionysus’s Deal and The Golden Hair
Rumpelstiltskin wandered the woods until he came upon a small town. He stepped into a tavern, and sat at the counter. “Ale, please,” he said to the man behind the counter, and rubbed his eyes.
The man answered back, “Anything for my own grandson.”
Rumpelstiltskin opened his eyes to the tavern keeper who smiled back at him. “Silenus?”
The keeper chuckled as he poured a drink. “I’d say your name, son, but I know what it does to you.” He poured a drink for him.
Rumpelstiltskin had a better look at the man, and saw that he was a satyr. “For a moment, I thought you had turned fully human,” he said with a smirk, as he accepted the drink. “I didn’t recognize you, gramps.”
Silenus leaned on the counter and crossed his goat-leg ankles as he leaned. “What are you doing in these woods? Midas’s rose garden isn’t far from here, and I know you don&
Narryaque: Pronounced, “nar-y-ock” [nair-ee-ock] rhymes with “marry lock.” Meaning from lost language: “Storyteller; to recall and tell i.e.: kiss and tell; raconteur; narrator.” Lost Language definition: “Word Sage.”|
~From my story, The Storyteller of Atrox Nox
I like to think of myself as magical. I'm crazy for top hats, I have a magician complex, and I write fantasy books (not published yet).
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