Day Twelve: Our project is moving along nicely. Eric has traced the tree and we have the paint all ready. Only problem is the roller was missing a key component. So he can't paint until we get that part. So lame. On a side note: I hope that this next picture is a real place. It looks gorgeous with the tower in the middle of a lake. So intriguing.
The Tear Sphere
“That’s where we need to go? That tiny tower is where the sphere has been for the past 300 years? Is this a joke?” Gwen scoffed, brushing aside the tree branches to get a better look at their destination. The four of them stood on the edge of the forest, gazing at the medieval tower situated in the middle of a green lake.
Raven stared at her with his black eyes. “Yes, Gwen, that is where we need to go, but maybe you should double-check the water if you think it is going to be easy.”
Gwen stuck her tongue out at him, gave Haren and Terren a pointed look, and edged closer to the green-blue water. It was eerily calm and still, as though nothing lived in it or touched its surface. Despite her earlier dismissal of the small lake, the closer she got the more unease she felt. Something wasn’t right about it, she just didn’t know what. When she got within a few feet of the water’s edge, Raven told her to stop. The setting sun elongated her shadow out into the water, though surprisingly the water seemed unaffected by the sun. Gwen, frowned thinking that strange that nothing shimmered or reflected off it’s surface. Muttering to herself, Gwen leaned forward to get a closer look and found herself staring into the eyes of some creature. It’s two crimson circles quickly joined by another, and another, and another, until she could see dozens of the floating twin orbs. With a shriek she scrambled back to Raven and the others, shivering uncontrollably.
“Oh good, Gwen finally understands how hard it is going to be to cross the lake, retrieve the Tear Sphere, and return safely. Should be fun. Any ideas?” Raven’s tone suggested he wasn’t looking for an answer, which was good, because nobody had one for him. “No? Well, then I guess we should camp the night, think on it, and wake at first light to discuss the matter. All in favor?” Three hands lifted up, and the group quickly, set up camp, lighting a fire and cooking a big dinner. They got little sleep, each group member deep in thought, and wary that whatever was in the lake, would come out to greet them.
Despite my best efforts, my version ended up pretty sad. What a fun idea to do with all these pictures!
ReplyDeleteThe morning fog was just beginning to clear as she paused before stepped through the last row of trees next to the lake. The tower looked just as it had when she took one last look over her shoulder 10 years before. So much had changed. And yet so much remained the same. She could almost hear the whispering voices of her sister, the Queen, and the pattering feet of her little nieces and nephews. The powerful voice of the King echoed in her memory, shouting orders to frantic servants attempting to stop the impending disaster. She closed her eyes and again heard the rush of water breaking through the dam and felt the drenching sorrow of the downpour, just as she’d felt it that day, standing atop the outer wall. After years of dealing with the heartache of memories, she was surprised by the calming effect of the peaceful lake shimmering around the sides of the lonely tower, the tower that felt like a reflection of herself. She placed her backpack next to a tree and turned to scan the forest for her last surviving nephew, who had been following behind her.
Oooh. I like the idea of a flood covering the rest of the castle. It explains why there is a turret in the middle of the lake.
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