A Bard’s Tale (Excerpt) 12/16/18
“Where did you learn magic?” Faleth asked as he stepped out of a shadow.
Neil backpedaled, “What the-How?”
“Magic,” Faleth demanded, stepping close to him, “Where did you learn it? How did you learn it? Who was your teacher?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Neil protested, suddenly fearful of the passionate elf that bore down on him.
“Don’t you lie to me, Bard!” Faleth growled, his eyes lighting up slightly. Neil fell on his bottom. “I can see right through you.”
“I’m no bard,” Neil argued pushing himself backwards further, “I am a simple minstrel. We don’t have a lot of magic out in these parts.”
Faleth paused for a moment as his face contorted and confusion washed over him. “I don’t believe it! You don’t even know…”
Neil was too overcome with fear of Faleth that he couldn’t speak. Faleth backed away and stared at him for a moment as though he were considering an art piece.
“Go home, Neil, and be back here at first light. We will have many things to talk about in the morning,” he said before a cloud of fog wrapped around him and he vanished.
Neil stared blankly at the place where Faleth had been standing. He felt as though he had stumbled into something that was better left alone. His hands shook as he pushed himself up from the grass and stumbled into the stable where his horse was waiting patiently.
“Time to go home, Hurricane,” Neil said as he pulled himself up on the saddle. He took the reins and held them close to himself as he cantered his way home. His mind was full of thoughts of Faleth’s intense look, the music he played that he hadn’t recognized, and the faces of Credence, Jack, and Fiona.
He arrived home just after midnight as the moon began to make its descent from the heavens. He removed the saddle from hurricane after putting him in his stall and walked into the house weary and road sore.