I don’t know where my brain went yesterday but I woke up this morning and my first thought was – I forgot to put up the chapter of Oak Hill. So I will be posting that today. At least I remembered on the second and not later. So there is that. Anyway, time for the morning writing prompt. Ready? Excellent. Let’s go.
Okay this one, I really liked. No clue what I’m going to do with it, but i really liked it.
Wednesday, March 2nd: The feast was glorious.
The feast was glorious. All of his favorites were there. Roast goose, the skin crisp and glistening in the candle light. Cristal bowls filled with pickled and jelled condiments. A large bowl mounded with fluffy whipped potatoes. His eyes danced from item to item taking it in. He could barely stand to look away, yet when he did, he saw the desserts had been laid out separately. He felt his mouth water as it lovingly slipped from platter to plate to bowl. He could practically feel the flavors dancing on his tongue.
The sight was almost too painful to contemplate.
How long had it been since he last ate his fill of even regular rations let alone gorged upon such rich delicacies? He didn’t know and contemplating that in the face of such a glorious feast was too painful to contemplate. For a moment, he forgot himself and stepped forward. Devorakc’s hand on his chest stopped him before he could place his newly lifted foot down upon the ground and complete the step. He pressed forward, unable to resist. Dev’s hand and the arm it was attached to felt like a steel beam, unmoving, unbending. He turned, disbelief shining in his eyes.
“Dev,” he heard his friends name slip from his lips, sounding more like a plea than he liked.
Dev’s eyes looked tortured. “Think,” he said. “Think Tyrel. Why would this be here? Who does it belong to and why would they leave it.”
“But…” Ty protested. “The roast goose.”
Dev took a deep and shaky breath. Hunger stood in his eyes, painful and sharp. It stopped Ty, caused him to blink away the spell cast by the laden tables before them. Dev was just as hungry as he was. If he wasn’t diving into the feast then there was a reason. Ty shut his eyes and took a deep breath to steady himself. The scent of the roast goose was strong, but with his eyes shut, there was a scent underneath. Something his eyes didn’t let him see.
“I smell something Dev,” he said.
“The goose, I know.”
Ty opened his eyes and looked at Dev. “No, something darker.”
Dev blinked and looked at him, shaking off more of the spell cast by the feast.
“You were right Dev,” Ty said. “Something is not right here.”
The underlying scent, now that his nose identified it seemed stronger. It seemed solid and more real than the other scents as though they were just ghostly shadows laid over the reality.
“I think we should leave,” Dev said.
Ty nodded. The scent was cloying. He didn’t think it was getting any more intense, it was just losing the concealing shadows. Ty looked back at the table. The food was still there, but it was starting to fade a little. Nest to the roast goose he saw something gleaming white. He narrowed his eyes and focused.
Bone.
And there, a dark stain that had little to do with the feast before them. He let Dev pull him back from the edge of the feast. They moved back towards the forest’s edge, away from the clearing.
As they reached the trees and Ty put his hand onto the bark he shook his head. Looking back he could still see the feast laid out in the clearing, but there were odd shapes under the linens and the scent of the food no longer carried on the breeze.
Ten til Midnight 