Children of Myrddin
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
720
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Children of Myrddin
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The man stumbled as he approached the small hut situated underneath the towering apple tree. Well hidden from prying eyes the hovel had proven perfect for his uses but the path leading to it was rocky and pitted with holes and vines that snagged at one clothes and feet. He cursed under his breath and just barely managed to right himself before he kissed the ground.
Grace was not a virtue that Wraith had ever been accused of possessing. He pushed open the creaking wood door and stepped into the tiny stone hovel.
Though unremarkable from the outside one knew as soon as the threshold was crossed that there was something strange and wonderful afoot inside the shack. The place reeked of magic.
Bizarre plants and hideous creatures both alive and not inhabited what to the unknowing might have been someone’s outhouse. Bats whizzed overhead and newts scrambled underneath what little furniture the room possessed as he entered. A carnivorous wolf lily growled at him as he passed by.
He ignored them all. None of the creatures or plants mattered in the least to Wraith of course. No, his sole purpose for being there rested quietly upon the rugged wooden table that sat dead center in the one room structure.
He moved closer and peered into the two large containers that currently sat upon the table with a gentle smile twisting his thin lips. His children.
Two mammoth glass jars sat court in the center of the table. The inside of the jars were a roiling mass of viscous fluid which reflected every color of the rainbow as it swirled and shimmered around the two occupants held within.
An enfant girl in one. An enfant boy in the other. Both were not quite fully developed but they were so close that Wraith fancied himself a father twice over already. They were beautiful. Ten perfect fingers, ten perfect toes. Small pink bow lips that occasionally twisted into something resembling a smile or a grimace.
Already he loved them so much that his chest ached at the thought of something untoward happening to them. He had decided that the girl was to be named Mimosa while he had christened the boy Emry’s after his father.
Wraith tapped on the side of the glass and watched as the little girl stretched out one small fist towards the sound. It wasn’t exactly the normal way for a man to have children of course, but then he was hardly an ordinary man. No, scarcely ordinary by any stretch of the imagination. After all, his name was Wraith Ben Ambrosius and he was the one and only son of Merlin.
tbc...
The man stumbled as he approached the small hut situated underneath the towering apple tree. Well hidden from prying eyes the hovel had proven perfect for his uses but the path leading to it was rocky and pitted with holes and vines that snagged at one clothes and feet. He cursed under his breath and just barely managed to right himself before he kissed the ground.
Grace was not a virtue that Wraith had ever been accused of possessing. He pushed open the creaking wood door and stepped into the tiny stone hovel.
Though unremarkable from the outside one knew as soon as the threshold was crossed that there was something strange and wonderful afoot inside the shack. The place reeked of magic.
Bizarre plants and hideous creatures both alive and not inhabited what to the unknowing might have been someone’s outhouse. Bats whizzed overhead and newts scrambled underneath what little furniture the room possessed as he entered. A carnivorous wolf lily growled at him as he passed by.
He ignored them all. None of the creatures or plants mattered in the least to Wraith of course. No, his sole purpose for being there rested quietly upon the rugged wooden table that sat dead center in the one room structure.
He moved closer and peered into the two large containers that currently sat upon the table with a gentle smile twisting his thin lips. His children.
Two mammoth glass jars sat court in the center of the table. The inside of the jars were a roiling mass of viscous fluid which reflected every color of the rainbow as it swirled and shimmered around the two occupants held within.
An enfant girl in one. An enfant boy in the other. Both were not quite fully developed but they were so close that Wraith fancied himself a father twice over already. They were beautiful. Ten perfect fingers, ten perfect toes. Small pink bow lips that occasionally twisted into something resembling a smile or a grimace.
Already he loved them so much that his chest ached at the thought of something untoward happening to them. He had decided that the girl was to be named Mimosa while he had christened the boy Emry’s after his father.
Wraith tapped on the side of the glass and watched as the little girl stretched out one small fist towards the sound. It wasn’t exactly the normal way for a man to have children of course, but then he was hardly an ordinary man. No, scarcely ordinary by any stretch of the imagination. After all, his name was Wraith Ben Ambrosius and he was the one and only son of Merlin.
tbc...