Another story prompt. Anyways, the photo hasn’t been posted on the creators blog yet, so you don’t get to see it until he posts it since I don’t want to release it before he does. But this is the blog of the photo manipulator whom made the photo. Anyways, hope you enjoy it. 😀
Our story begins in a dark forest at midnight. The moon hung high above the tree canopy and small streams of light reached through the canopy to touch the ground. Lights floated in the air. Their yellow hue adding a magical feel to the dark scene. The silence of the forest was broken by the sound of pounding hooves in the distance.
A horse burst through the trees, its rider sat hunched over, a black cloak draped over her head covering her bright red curly locks and green eyes. Once the horse reached the glowing lights the rider sat up and pulled back on the reins stopping the jet black horse abruptly. The girl slipped off her horse. The hood fell from her head as she landed on the ground and the bottom of her cloak gathered by her feet.
The girl hummed a gentle tune and one of the floating lights flew up to her. She could now see clearly that the light was, in fact, a creature not unlike a monarch butterfly. It fluttered in front of her and awaited her command as the yellow light of the animal illuminated the girl’s facial features.
The girl lifted her hand under the creature, so it was perched gently on her palm, and whispered quietly to the animal. “Go to Jeremiah and tell him I have the book. I’ll be waiting for him here.” the butterfly made a soft chirping sound and flew off the girls palm and up and above the tree canopy until it was out of sight.
She than grabbed the reins of her horse and tied them to a nearby tree. After grabbing a small leather book from a brown bag on her horse’s saddle she sat down on the ground, her back leaning against the tree. Her face now highlighted by the bright creatures it was easy to see she had a cut that ran across her left cheek, still bleeding, and her green eyes seemed teary. She traced the leather binding of the book she held tightly against her stomach, straining to hear any sound in the distance. When she didn’t hear anything after a few hours of listening she leaned her head against the tree. She covered the book with her cloak and slowly drifted off into a light slumber.
The girl woke with a start at the sound of a pebble falling into one of the nearby puddles. She sat up straight and searched through the darkness in search for the maker of the noise. A hand wrapped around her waist and covered her mouth before she could scream.
“Shhh…” came the gentle voice of a boy, about her age, from behind her. “It’s me, Lucia.” his hand slipped from her mouth as he spoke. “How long have you been here?”
Lucia relaxed and let out a breath of air as the boy’s hand slipped off her face and rested on the ground beside her. She looked back at him as she spoke. He wore a common guard uniform with a leather breastplate and a silver sword strapped around his waist. The only uncommon piece of apparel he wore was a red cape draped around his body, covering up his form. “I don’t know, a few hours. I fell into sleep.” she whispered back.
“It’s not safe here you shouldn’t be sleeping. Come with me.” he said. Grabbing her hand and helping her up.
She pulled the book closer to herself as the boy led her back to her horse, where his brown horse sat beside hers. “I haven’t slept in a week, I wasn’t purposely going against your rules, Jeremiah. I got the book. Isn’t that enou-” the boy cut her off by placing his hand over her mouth and pressing a dagger lightly to her throat in one fluid motion.
“I think I hear someone…act scared.” Lucia nodded her head slowly and rubbed her thumb on the cover of the leather book still hidden behind her cloak.
“You’re….hurting me.” she whispered as Jeremiah accidentally pushed the dagger harder against her throat.
“Sorry.” he loosened his grip on the weapon. “Now, don’t speak…” his voice drifted off as the sound of hooves reached their ears. He took his hand off Lucia’s mouth long enough to slip his cloak over his head than placed his hand back on her mouth.
The source of the sounds finally reached them as a white horse stopped in front of the boy and girl and nearly ran the two of them over. The man that stood atop the horse and scowled at the two of them. He had a sword strapped to his waist and was wearing the same cloths as the boy, cloak excluded. He drew his sword and pointed it at Lucia. “Who are you?” than he looked up to Jeremiah. “And why, might I ask, is she in your captivity?”
“She is a slave, sir. A run away. I took her out here to finish her… Remind me, but is it against the law to finish my own property?”
The soldier paused for a second than re-sheathed his sword. “Not to my knowledge, but go back to your house immediately after you are done. There have been sightings of traitors around here. You wouldn’t want you to be the one dead.” he turned his horse and rode away at full gallop, not caring to turn back and look at the common activity.
Jeremiah released Lucia and placed the dagger back into his belt. Lucia opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off. “Don’t talk. It’s not safe here. We’re lucky that guard didn’t slit our throats, we cannot have many close calls like such. Come,” he motioned to her horse. “We must go.”
Lucia walked over to her horse and mounted it with ease, Jeremiah did likewise. Once Lucia had finished placing the leather book back into the bag on her horse’s saddle she kicked her horse to go. Jeremiah followed close behind her. The two riders disappeared into the dark forest. Leaving only the small light butterflies as a sign of having been there.
I actually have a whole story and plot for this…but it’s not big enough for a novel (not to mention I think my limit is three novels at once) so I’ll probably just make it into a mini-series that I post on my blog. Thanks for reading!