The WeatherMaker Hearts Desire

Chapter 9 No.9

Word Count: 975 | Released on: 10/07/2018

he prisoners sir?' one of

n-kind. They were all dressed in tatty, weather-worn clothes that smelt like salt. Some of the men wore excessive and expensive jewellery that was no doubt stolen. Ther

spoke back to his soldier, 'esp

of cries cut short and throats

ked Farrell, joining his s

iled. 'We go home, and we c

l thanks to Farrell, as many would say. Farrell praised the men he led for their part, for none had been lost. Slowly the

he town. Recounting the finer point of the battle of this day and previous days, they spoke of politics, the king, and many things that would bore most women. They ambled beside their tired horses, passing a particular point in the town where w

ts, arms and when they walked, their legs. Their long hair was tied up and they both

neously. Straightening up and strolling over to him,

n cooed. 'What a long and t

man said in a purring voice

d both of the women with interest. He grabbed both of th

udly at this point. 'I supp

th us?' one of the women

?' the other repeated. 'We

Brice repeated.

d' one of the

ell away as he let go the reins of

id loudly as he walked away, taking the reins

mall town, within the

ore the statue of the god Faeroe, the fox-eared man wit

o love, and who would love me in return. Make her loyal. Make her honest. Ma

all I

which she lived, standing before the great gates that led to the outside world beyond her home. The

ng forwards with all her strength; sh

Ramana in light. She regarded the new world at he

or the first time she entered

in his face. He opened his eyes, squinting

in the morning it was. He saw the two women in bed either side of him, and remembered th

at the foot of the bed. The women behind him still half asleep frowned in discomfort at the cool morning air agains

n the bed between the sleeping women; he

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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”