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Hello! Today is a short story set in the Mistwood's world. You get to meet Brennus and the winter king. I hope you enjoy this intro into this world. Happy reading!
The Winter King’s Hunter
It had snowed the night before. The
air was as crisp as the leaves he crunched under his feet. Mistwoods was
perfectly quiet. Brennus gripped his bow tighter. The fresh snow would leave
tracks. Easier to find them.
The amulet around his neck hung
cold against his chest. It was supposed to protect him but he wondered if it
really would. He touched the amulet just to see if it would come to life. The
silver felt cold at his touch. He wondered for a moment if he should go any
But when he looked into the forest
so quiet and peaceful, he found himself taking steps further in. It was like he
was already under spell. Brennus took a deep breath and filled his lungs with
the cold air to clear his mind. He would not let them take him. Having his bow
ready he took to the path and followed it.
The quietness was almost too much
for Brennus as he started to feel the hair on the back of his neck stiffen. He
could feel the invisible eyes watching his every move. He huffed determined not
to let them shake him. It was a game to them as everything was. Brennus made
the decision that he would not be their chosen play thing today.
Suddenly the trees above trembled
with a slight breeze that picked up. Brennus took a quick survey of the trees
above him for any sign of them. They could burst out of thin air in a
heartbeat. He touched his amulet again but nothing. It laid cold against him.
For a slight moment he worried if he would make it out of the forest. Would he
ever see his family again?
Brennus quickly dismissed any such
thoughts and continued on his way. If he stuck to the path that he knew would
lead him to one of their homes, he would be alright. All he had to do was kill
one with his silver tipped arrow. The rest would scamper. Then he would have
Glimpses of the knoll caught his
sight. From his distance, it looked like no one had been around. No broken
branches or tracks anywhere. That worried him slightly but if not that home
then there was one up ahead. He stopped a few feet from the knoll where the
entrance was and waited for a moment behind a large tree.
“Are you looking for someone?”
Brennus jumped whirling around
aiming his bow. Standing not far from him was a tall white bluish haired
faerie. He grinned. “Hunters aren’t supposed to be jumpy.”
Brennus stared into cold black eyes
that shimmered in the winter’s bright light. He froze as he aimed the arrow at
the faerie. By the way he was dressed, Brennus was guessing he was a court
faerie. He would be worth more. So why wasn’t the arrow leaving his bow.
The faerie sighed. “Put your bow
down and let us talk. We both know you will not shoot that arrow.”
Brennus gripped his bow tighter and
concentrated on pulling back and letting the arrow fly. He took one deep
breath, pulled back and let it go. He made the mistake of closing his eyes when
he let it go because when he opened them, the faerie was gone. Brennus looked
all around him and above him to see where he had gone.
“Not a bad shot but I don’t
recommend closing your eyes.” Brennus could hear amusement in his tone. God he
was this creature’s plaything now. Before he could pull another arrow out, the
faerie pulled out Brennus’s arrow out of the tree.
Brennus was ready for anything. The
faerie examined the tip of the arrow and made a face. “That’s nasty.” He
glanced over at Brennus. “Isn’t it?”
He sauntered up to Brennus who
dared not move. “Would you like this thing back so you can try again?”
Now he was only a few feet from
Brennus. He saw the faerie grip the arrow and before Brennus could move out of
the way, the faerie had flung the arrow striking his shoulder. The pain raced
through his body almost sending him to his knees.
The faerie was now in his face.
“Are you going to listen to me this time?”
Brennus clutching his arm nodded.
He grinned back at him. “Good, because we have lots to talk about. Come walk
with me and I might take care of that arrow in your shoulder for you.”
Brennus stumbled forward with the
faerie. His shoulder was burning and he wanted to badly pull the arrow out but
he knew he would bleed even worse and the poison on the silver arrow would soon
be entering into his body. Brennus had to think fast or he would be dead before
they took too many more steps.
His vision was starting to blur and
that was when they stopped. It was like the faerie knew. He whirled around in
front of Brennus and took hold of the arrow and pulled it out with one swift
move. He placed his white long fingers up against the wound. Brennus looked
down at his shoulder. The faerie had long black claws that could easily rip his
shoulder to pieces.
Words of dark magic entered into
his head making him almost fall but he caught him before he fell. The faerie
helped him stand up. “You should be fine now. Can you see me better?”
Brennus looked into his black feral
eyes and nodded. He smiled back at him revealing a row of sharp teeth. Brennus
started to question himself about this quest he had taken. He wasn’t five minutes
into this forest and he already was defeated. Determination bubbled in the
bottom of his gut. He would not go anywhere with this faerie. The next arrow
would meet its intended target. Brennus promised himself that.
The faerie led him to a clearing
that Brennus had not ventured to. This part of the forest was unfamiliar and it
made Brennus uneasy. He couldn’t go any farther with him. But it was like the
faerie read his mind. He stopped and looked back at Brennus. “So, my hunter
still wants me dead. What is it with your kind wanting to hunt us?”
“You steel us,” blurted out
“Don’t you think that is a strong
word? Your kind come in here and get lost and for some reason can’t find their
Brennus shook his head.
“What? Is that wrong? Would love to
hear your version and maybe while you are telling me I can teach you how to aim
that silver arrow.”
“I don’t trust you.”
The faerie grinned. “You should
because without my guide, you will never find your way out of here.”
Brennus looked back searching for
the path they had just taken and then eyes glanced down. His chest tightened.
There was no snow in the tracks. He looked back at the faerie. “You trapped
The faerie shrugged and then
sauntered up to Brennus. “Give me one of your arrows.”
“You want to stab me again?”
“No, I think you learned your
lesson. You will listen to me.”
He held out his hand for the arrow.
Brennus knew he had no choice. He handed him one and with one quick movement
the faerie took it and put it in his own bow and aimed it at a tree quite a
distance away. “See how I’m standing? This is how you do it.”
Brennus watched as he pulled back
on the bow and fired the arrow and Brennus watched the arrow fly through the
air and hit its target. He looked back at Brennus. “Now you try.”
Brennus took out his arrow and
copied him. He let it fly through the air but it didn’t’ make it to where the
faerie had hit his tree.
“Not bad, with a bit of practice,
you could do it. But I see you have no more silver arrows.”
Brennus gritted his teeth. He knew
he couldn’t retrieve the arrows. All he had was the wooden ones but then he
remembered. He had one more arrow. One of white ash.
He looked back at the faerie. “I
guess you won.”
Brennus watched the faerie. He
didn’t grin or smirk. “Is that an amulet around your neck?”
Brennus didn’t answer him. Suddenly
the wings of the faerie snapped out making Brennus almost fall. “Give me that
amulet and I will let you go. I will lead you safely out of the forest.”
“I’ll give it to you when we reach
the edge of the forest to where I came in.”
The breeze kicked up snow around
Brennus’s feet. He could hear the gurgling caw of a raven nearby.
“Let’s follow our friend then.”
They walked side by side. Brennus
kept thinking how he would get the arrow. All he had to do was stab him with
it. He didn’t even need his bow. Snow started to fall making visibility hard to
see. All Brennus could see was the large black raven flying through the snow
Brennus sighed with relief when he
saw the path that he had followed when he entered the forest. He could feel the
faerie’s eyes on him. He chose not to look at him and kept to the path. It
wasn’t long they were at the first knoll where Brennus has stopped at and where
he met the faerie. His blood was on the ground still. It hadn’t snowed here
covering up his blood.
The faerie smiled. “Let me see the
Brennus knew that he had to this
sooner than later. He slipped off his pack with the arrows and looked down at
“Something wrong? Or are you
missing one of your arrows? Like this one?”
When he looked up he saw the faerie
with the ash arrow in his hand twirling it around in his long fingers.
“I know what you are thinking. How
did he do that? And most of all how did he know about the ash arrow?” He made a
sad face. “You know what this means don’t’ you? Your little hunt was a bit of a
failure wasn’t it? That’s too bad.”
“You said if I gave you the amulet
I would be led safely out of here.”
“Oh yes I said that didn’t I?”
Brennus reached up to the amulet
and it was gone.
“I believe I have what you are
Brennus looked over at him. The
amulet was in his hands. He was defeated and he knew he would die this moment
and never see his family again.
In a split second, the faerie was
in his face. He place the amulet back around his neck. Then he cupped Brennus’s
face with his cold hands. “Now listen to me. This amulet that you wear will
never be taken off. Do you hear? When I summon you, you will come to me. You
are a part of my court now hunter and you will call me your king.” He let go of
his face and Brennus gasped. The winter faerie suddenly had all his arrows in
his hands. He tucked them back in his pack with the rest of his arrows. He
picked up the pack and handed it to Brennus.
“Follow the path and you will be
Brennus took the pack and slid it
over his shoulder. Gripping his bow, he went past the faerie and took the path
that led out of the forest. Just before he left the forest, he glanced back.
The faerie was still standing there in the distance watching him.
Brennus touched the amulet and it
warmed in his hands. He smiled to himself. Then he looked at the faerie and he
knew that he could hear him. “My king,” he whispered.
When he was back in his own
territory, he felt different. He looked back again but there was nothing and
his mind was blurry. Did he even go in or did they do something?
Brennus shook his head. He slipped
his pack down and saw all his arrows there. He obviously hadn’t hunted
anything. Brennus took a deep breath. He would try again and one day he would
Welcome everyone! Today I'm introducing you to a new world that I will be writing about in the future. This is sort of a prequel flash fiction. I hope you enjoy.
There is a world that has
existed for longer than man has. It is filled with legends and folk lore that
has conjured up many a story.
Certain times of the year
a veil is open and that is when the magic folk are seen. No one that crosses
over or is enticed by the folk are ever seen again. They like to steel the
curious and tell the tales that they heard in their youth.
Only they are not quite
what they heard. And when they come to their senses, it’s too late.
Mistwoods consists of
castles and kings with courts that rule each separate realm. Creatures of many
forms live there. Some are winged and look like dragons and others look like
butterflies but are deadly.
Mistwoods is a dangerous
beauty to be hold but not a place for the curious to visit.
Passerby’s look into the
woods when the mist is thick and come back with tales of what they saw. Horses
with wings and ethereal creatures with eyes like cats that shine in the dark
Keys and amulets hang
from some of the trees. Sometimes silver spoons glimmer in the morning light.
No one knows what they mean.
The stories will continue
to enchant and tales of lost ones gone missing will always be told when the
veil becomes thin.
The message here is to be
cautious of Mistwoods and don’t dismiss the tales that you hear. Some say that
some of those folk wear a glamour and look like us. It could be your best
Be careful of travels
that you take near Mistwoods.
Hello! Today's flash fiction is about one of my favourite flowers. Hope you enjoy.
And if you want to donate some tea money, the tip jar is at the end. Happy reading and thank you!
Blue Bell Boy
It was rare to see the
flowers in the meadow.
But the site of this one
stem beckoned me over. I went over as if my name was called out.
I knelt down in front of
the stem of delicate blue bell flowers. The blue was so intense and the sun
made the blue sparkle.
My finger very softly
brushed against the biggest one. I think a tingle went up my arm.
The thought of picking it
crossed my mind but I had heard what happens when you did that.
Stories made up by the
older ones I knew. Nothing would happen if I picked the bluebell. I thought to
myself if I just plucked one for my hair that would be okay. I wouldn’t pull the
plant out by the roots or anything.
Maybe it would seed and
more would come and fill the meadow. That thought warmed my insides.
The decision was made
then. I very carefully plucked the biggest one in the bunch. There was a
smaller one next to it that wasn’t quite open yet.
I stood and looked down
at my treasure.
That was when I sensed
something or someone.
The stories I heard as a child
suddenly filled my ears. I shook my head and slowly turned.
I froze on the spot but
thought he must be from the town. He smiled.
His hair was a pale blue
and his eyes were indigo blue. It was the eyes that held me as he sauntered up
to me still holding that smile.
Very gently he took the
bluebell out of my hand and put it in my hair. I held my breath.
The scent of sweet honey
and bergamot danced around me. He was so close to me and I knew that he was not
from the town.
My heart raced as I dare
not move. I felt like a deer in the hunter’s eyes.
He picked some other wild
flowers around us and put them in my hair as well.
Then he was pleased as
his smile grew.
“Perfect.” His eyes met
mine and I almost gasped.
“Don’t be afraid of me.
You know the tales. I knew you’ve heard them all. But let tell you a secret.”
Fear was holding me with
iron hands. His indigo eyes were feral and wild. He leaned in close to me and
his sweet breath against my ear felt like a summer breeze. “I’m far more
dangerous than the tales you’ve heard. But I think you know that. I won’t harm
you. No fear.”
His lips almost touched
my cheek but then he pulled away and was almost nose to nose with me now. “What
is your name my sweet one?”
I didn’t know how I got
my tongue to work but I said “Lily.”
“Lovely name. But you
forgot one thing from the tales that you were told. You weren’t supposed to
tell me your name. You know why Lily?”
A thousand warnings went through
my head trying to find out what I had just done.
“When you dream at night
Lily, I can say your name and summon you to me. You will have no choice but to
come to me.”
My eyes went wide. He
smiled warmly at me. “Don’t worry. It will be alright. I will show you a world
unlike anything you have ever seen.”
Without warning he kissed
the top of my forehead. Then he was gone as if he had never been there.
I touched my hair and
nothing. There were no flowers there. I looked over to where I had seen the
clump of blue bells. I couldn’t find them. I went looking for them and I felt
like I couldn’t remember where I had seen them.
But I knew I did. I
headed back home feeling a bit shaky thinking about him. I knew what I saw was
real and the stories I had heard were all true.
The thing was I knew he
told me something important but I couldn’t remember what it was.
A breeze came up and I
could smell rain. I picked up my pace.
As I started to run to
beat the rain, I thought I heard something behind me. It was almost like a song
or a soft voice.
I'm pretty sure I heard my name. This feeling of joy and anticipation fill me.
Hello! Today's flash fiction is another faerie oriented piece. Hope you enjoy. Happy reading !
The Path into The Forest
When we were little
girls, we use to go down this path. We use to pretend this wooden path led to a
magical place where princes and princess lived.
One time we even heard
noises coming from the far end of the path that sounded like clip clopping
noises. Our imaginations went wild.
We stared down the path
that led deep onto the forest holding out breaths. For sure we thought we would
see a horse drawn carriage come right toward us.
But as the noise got
louder we ran back down the path to where we started. When we looked back
panting. The clip clop sound was no more.
Days after we forgot
about it and went down the path to take a shortcut to our friend’s house. We
heard the clip clopping noise again. This time we didn’t run.
The sound got louder and
louder and even the boards underneath us trembled.
Just as we thought they
were going to appear, we ran off the wooden path and into the forest and never
stopped until we got to our friend’s house.
But I did look back once
and I saw this white blur. It looked like someone on a white horse and the
horse I thought for sure had wings? It had to be my wild imagination. The one
sitting on top looked very ethereal.
Now, all these years
later that image has never left me. This is the first time that I have been on
this wooden path since I was with my friend.
I’m older now and not
full of the imaginations of my younger self.
The path looks serene and
inviting. It’s a beautiful fall day.
My boots echo on the
boards as I take it into the forest. Some of it felt familiar and parts of the
forest I had forgotten but one part where I stopped was not forgotten.
This is where I saw the
winged horse and the strange creature on top.
For some reason I was
hesitant to go on but shook my head and told myself I was only seeing things
So I placed one foot in
front of the other and went on. I don’t think I had ever been past this point.
I tried to tell myself it was because our friend lived not far from that point.
Today I was going all the
way. I knew I would not meet any winged horse or any such thing.
But this path went
farther than I thought and I wondered if I would get lost. It was also in the
thick of the forest so it was dark.
My imagination started to
come back to life. I was looking everywhere. The smells of the earth and
dampness filled my senses.
The trees started to
shake ever so slightly and beneath my feet I could feel a slight vibration.
I stopped and listened.
It was all silent for a moment and then I heard it.
My eyes flew wide and
suddenly I froze. My feet wouldn’t turn me around to take me away.
There was someone coming
towards me. I sighed. It was another person out walking.
Now my feet let me turn.
I started to walk back
but glanced back to see who was coming. It was a young fellow with boots that
clip clopped on the wood.
He was coming quite briskly.
I thought I better get over before he runs into me as his focus was down on the
path and not up to what was in front of him.
I cleared my throat
before he got to me. His eyes whipped up and I gasped.
They were not human eyes.
At least to me they weren’t.
He never wavered and
smiled at me. He stopped not more than three feet from me.
“Hello, I’m sorry that I
didn’t see you. I should have.”
I couldn’t speak as he
looked at me with those strange eyes that were a pure emerald green with black
pupils like a cat.
He nodded and proceeded
to go past me. But not before he said something.
“I missed you and your
little friend who use to play here. I wished so much that you would have went
further. There was so much more for you two to see.” He laughed softly but
sounded like the trees moving in the breeze.
“Maybe you will get brave
now that you are all grown up and come see what is there?”
Before I could answer he
was gone, just like that.
I wondered for a moment
if I had just let my imagination go.
Taking a deep breath I
started back but not before my foot hit something on the wooded path. I bent
down and picked it up. It was a clump of wild asters with some hazelnuts
entwined into the little bouquet.
He left it for me?
I picked up my pace and
just as I stepped off the board walk, I heard the clip clop sound. I watched
and through the darkness I thought I could see a white blur. I blinked a couple of times and shook my head.
I got in my car with my
little bouquet and drove home.