From fear of the unexplainable, children of magical beings were rounded up and locked away. Propelled by the voice, Emeline caused the guards to sleep. The voice guided her to the filth-filled waterways below the fortress. Floating on planks of rotting wood, she cleared the half-submerged gates.
Drawn downriver, she breathed the sweet air of freedom and bobbed toward a pulsating golden light. She pushed through the rushing torrents of the pristine waterfall. A woman made of mist reached out her hand. Emeline grasped it, and her mother’s form solidified.
The woman smiled. “We have much to do.”
“Friday Fictioneers” is a weekly challenge hosted by author Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a story using only 100 words in response to a photo prompt. This week’s photo was provided by the lovely Dale Rogerson. For nearly a year now, I have enjoyed starting off my weekend by writing a story. If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit HERE.