Photo by Sue Vincent

I am now up to part four of the story.  All of these are written to Sue’s #writephoto prompts.  Here is part one and here is part two and then there was part three (last week)

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An ancient raven slowly beat its wings as it rose above the village.  Where was this?  I couldn’t figure it out.  For a moment I thought I saw Cate and Leo, only they were birds, not children.  It quickly grew hazy.  I heard voices and tried to make my way to them.  After a moment, I discovered that the way to the voices was as simple as opening my eyes.

At first I didn’t recognize my surroundings, but I soon realized that I was in the old underground cell, a prisoner of the dwarves.  I must have fallen asleep and had been dreaming.  And yet, I knew that…