The lake was calm which was strange because the wind was howling and the clouds surged across the sky.
But the water in front of him in the lake was as calm as a pond in an indoor zen garden.
No waves, no stirrings from beneath when the sky and land all around him was in constant turmoil.
He wondered what it said about him that there was this deep pool of motionless calm within his mindscape while the actual ‘scape all around him was in chaos.
“It is because you are chosen.”
He didn’t whirl around and demand who was there, that would be childish and more like one of his pathetic cousins.
“Yessss, this is why you are chosen.”
Again the voice was accompanied by a surge in feeling, like he could do no wrong.
The lake in front of him remained placid as the ground rumbled louder and the sky let loose a flash of lightning.
“Come with me, my child.”
He smiled as he faded from his own mindscape, the lake finally showing movement if only in changing from the peaceful color of deep blue to a grey more associated with the smog-filled pollution of an enclosed valley.
He had a Mother to save.
Inspired by the picture for this last week’s Light and Shade Challenge picture prompt.
what an interesting response to the challenge photo.
Neal likes to do that. I’m thinking, “Oh, it will be like this!” and then he pops in and runs away with my laptop.
Cheeky little character!
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Is Neal your muse? That gave me a shivver your writing 🙂 x
Each character that I write is the muse of their own story. Some of them are from the same universe, though and they all demand attention NOW or so help them they will team up against me!