Rumpelstiltskin - Chapter SevenChapter 7Rumpelstiltskin - Chapter Seven by Narryaque
The sun at last began to shine brighter through the trees as Rumpelstiltskin made his way in the wood. He traveled toward the outskirts of the wood, but not too close to the edge.
After a few more steps, he heard a loud snap in the trees, and suddenly a net made of rope flew up in front of him, and he lost his footing as he found himself right in the cradle of that net.
A net trap. Rumpelstiltskin wrapped his fingers around the rope webbing and then heard a chuckle.
“That was easier than I thought, sis!”
He looked to the male voice. A man and a woman both emerged from between the trees and smiled up at him.
The woman nodded. “You must be Rumple.”
Rumpelstiltskin narrowed his eyes. At least he hadn’t said his full name. “You two…I know you two.”
“Hansel,” the man said.
“Gretel,” the woman said.
“The famous bounty hunters,” Rumpelstiltskin addressed. “And witch kil
Rumpelstiltskin - Chapter SixChapter 6Rumpelstiltskin - Chapter Six by Narryaque
Rumpelstiltskin wandered the wood. He had traveled deeper between the trees this time, deeper into the forest, where the sun’s light only shone through thin leaves. He heard the rustling of leaves and twigs behind him, and recognized where his trail had taken him.
He did not turn around at first, but once he slowed his pace, he turned his head to the side, and addressed the stalker at his heels: “You ought to know better than to be this deep into the wood, mutt.”
He heard a growl and he paused in his steps. “Yes,” he replied, still only with his head to the side. “I know these woods too. I once found your kind attempting to trick a little girl after he had eaten her grandmother.”
The growl grew louder, and at last, Rumpelstiltskin turned fully around and met eyes with a black wolf that crept out from behind a bush. The wolf slowly stepped toward him, with his teeth bared, snarling, and his eyes narrowed on his would-be pre
Mages of Myth - Book 3 Chapter 1Book ThreeMages of Myth - Book 3 Chapter 1 by Narryaque
The sky turned steel gray as the mages reached a mile-wide slope that finished their journey through Rue Pass…or at least they hoped so.
Unicorn rode his unicorn along the dirt path. “I thought we were out of Rue Pass,” he said.
Pix sat behind him with her pixy sitting on her shoulder. “You’d like to think that,” she said.
Griffin, Phoenix and Pegasus rode above them. Griffin rode his griffin and hung his legs in front of the animal’s great eagle wings as they spread out on the wind. “We may find the borders soon,” he said.
Pegasus had the wind at his horse’s mercy. He rode with content ease. “Until I see a sign that says leaving Rue Pass, I won’t be satisfied.’
Phoenix rode his phoenix, not like a horse as the others did, but rather different. He lay belly-down on its back and grasped the curve of the wings where the fire harmlessly toned down.
Phoenix looked ahead. “Wha
Mages of Myth - Book 2 Chapter 8Chapter 8Mages of Myth - Book 2 Chapter 8 by Narryaque
Tabula’s body was burned upon a pyre and the mages of myth held witness with the people of Maiestas. The sacred animals stood together in a group and kept silent in respect.
That night, while resting on their way through the remainder of Rue Pass, Phoenix dreamed…
Phoenix walked the fabric of his dreams, like a road made of soft ribbon. He watched to his feet. I couldn’t save Sashae, I couldn’t save Tabula, he thought. What good am I to be a mage?
A voice joined him by his side. “Your sacred animal thinks different.”
Phoenix frowned. That voice was so familiar…so loving, so…Phoenix looked up to the lady who joined his side and his dream eyes smiled. “Sashae?” he whispered breathlessly and suddenly took her in his arms. “Are you real?”
“You’re dreaming,” she said and smiled. “But I’m real.”
“But…” He shook his head, but she hugged him.
She kissed him
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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