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The WeatherMaker Hearts Desire

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 946 | Released on: 10/07/2018

proving expression. 'We do not trouble

so much anyway?'

prayers to the gods' Arlen replied. 'I

at do y

meet the right woman, I can give h

t woman first?' Brice suggested. He

replied carelessly. 'B

ce apologised. 'I did no

rtly, rising to his feet. 'T

g his head. 'There are no gods, and there is no one watching us. All o

turning to him finally. 'D

ghed weari

ng, they c

y temple he loved so much, and to other parts of their small town. There was only one inn where they lived, and

ble and resting his chin on his fist, his other hand

, slipping forwards and spilling t

flicking the ale spilt on t

nk on your hal

g to hide from the splashes as Arlen

fell off his stool and hit the floor, legs waving in the air

rothers as Brice picked himself up off the

unken fistfight in which neit

f bodies crashing into tables behind him, and the disgruntled

time he had wasted watching his brothers get wasted. The sun had just di

nst the sky before him. She was sitting upon a low wall, with t

ed uncertainly.

ed as she uncrossed her legs, sliding o

lifting her head to his so that their faces wer

such a coincidence for you

e you were waiting f

e in her eyes. 'I guess some p

wall of the building behind. Mandy giggled at

. 'One might think that you've never been with a girl before.' She leant forwards, resting her hand upon the wall

en with a girl befor

hesi

she la

rious...I've not...found someone. Not the r

ncertainly at him. She re

enied, showing his hands and waving at

grovel after you, and the other half are either too old to re

ulders, heaving a dra

s me most of the time. Her eyesight is failing, as is her memory. She still thinks my father is alive; she calls for him....it's so tragically sad...' He covered his face with his hands, shaking his head

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“Arlen walked alone through the woods. He glanced up as he saw a band of men riding swiftly along the dirt road before him, as fast as their steeds could take them, they tore through the countryside. They were some distance away. Arlen squinted, seeing the figures only as blurred silhouettes. Before him the sun in the sky blinked several times as the branches of the trees waved up and down in the breeze, flashing the light in his eyes. When the riders were gone Arlen jogged forwards, heading towards the road and listening to the sounds of the falling hooves growing ever fainter. A strange feeling of trepidation seeped into him, chilling his skin. Something felt very wrong to him, and Arlen wondered who the men were and what they were doing near his home. He glanced first one way, and then the other, turning to walk in the direction the men had come from, some instinct within telling him that something terrible had happened. And then he saw. He froze in mid-step as his heart jolted in his chest. A feeling of terror struck him like a bolt of lightning. Arlen broke into a run, his whole world crashing around him. He reached the spot where it had happened, slowing to a stop and falling to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks as darkness descended over him. This is a story of a man searching for the woman he loves, who was taken from him twelve years ago in a day that changed his life forever. Since that day his life has fallen into ruins, and to find her he is forced to remember a past he wishes he could forget. To mend his sins he must re-visit these painful memories, and learn the true reason why she was taken. What he discovers, is beyond anything he could have ever imagined. This is a story of love, loss, grief and forgiveness”