SnowSnow.Snow by Ehetere
Everything was snow. It was all about him, blinding white. It filled his eyes, his ears, his mouth. Icy fingers reached out, tugging at his mane, tangling in his beard, brushing tentatively along his spine. He shivered, though he realised, he was not cold.
The stars always fall in winter, my son.
The words echoed in his ears as the light around him dimmed, though the snow fell steadily on. The flakes themselves were glowing, floating in dark nothingness now and coming to rest on his back. They danced, each a tiny perfect figure in the opera of the night, to music unknown to mortal ears. They were beautiful, and he was at peace for the first time in what felt like forever. His weary bones and heavy head seemed to be soothed by the storm’s presence, it’s gentle caress.
Movement caught his eye, and he began to see shapes appearing amid the snow. Pale waifs neither here nor there, he thought them in his mind’s eye, but he moved to follow them anyway. Th
BeneathThe little doe followed the raven beneath the water, into the inky depths of the lake. She could hear death whisper in her ear, but she was not afraid. She followed those white, unseeing eyes that saw everything. Down. Down. Down.Beneath by Ehetere
Perhaps she was dying. Perhaps she had gone mad, a long time ago. The lake pressed in on her fragile body, biting cold at her skin and pressing in around her, filling her ears, her nose, her mouth. But in the very depths of the lake, where the water threatened to consume her, there was a light. There was a light beneath the water, and it called to her. So she went.
She emerged into the glow, nearly unconscious and gasping, thinking she might have passed into the next life. The raven was there, sitting on a moss covered rock preening its feathers. And the moss glowed. The little doe had never seen such a thing, staring around in wonder at what the water had given her. A cavern beneath, filled with treasure.
The raven carrrrked and showered the cave in a spray
A Father and A KingThe fallen Captain was buried the next day at sunset.A Father and A King by Ehetere
The Kingdom felt the loss deeply, an immense stillness came over the forest. No stags fought that day. They were in mourning. Bróccán had been the Captain of the Guard for over a decade, had protected his herd valiantly and now he was gone, even the youngsters who had barely known him felt his loss. But few felt it more acutely than his son.
It was Drustan who found him, sitting on a grassy hillock overlooking the sea. There were no fireflies that evening, and there was an unseasonal storm brewing. The stars would not come out that night. The sky would be black.
“Brother,” murmured the newly appointed Crown Prince, nudging the roan stag on the shoulder. “It is time. Come.”
They faced a sombre procession when they approached the Great Oak. Guardsmen lined the grassy glades, their heads bowed for their fallen leader. Many dipped their heads as the two stags - one dark, one light passed by, but it
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