Sagas, Short story, Weekend

Soon the season.

The feel of it sits upon the air, that time where all is still and quiet. Where reflection can be done and the to and fro of that which seems in every moment to be of importance, stops and huddles in its place. The wood is being collected, the meat all stored and salted and the final harvest will soon be reaped as we wait for it to come. Continue reading “Soon the season.”

Lore, Sagas, Short story

In the cold.

It is said that all seasons might come and go in their time but only one is for certain. The winter will claim the land and the sky as its own for its own ends and time. Perhaps its stay will be short, perhaps its stay will be long. But regardless of how long winter holds the world in its grasp, all folk are prepared for its arrival. With food and drink they prepare, with dried wood and meat they await. It arrives with a snow and a chill in the air as all life slows for a while. Continue reading “In the cold.”

Lore, Sagas, Short story

Between the hills.

It was a bright and stormy morning, lit by flashes of thunder among the gloom, as rain poured down the hills as one to carve through the sandy soil. The earth was almost lost beneath the streams and growing muddied pools of rain, as only long blades of grass and trees showed it was there. The trees too were burdened more than with their roots beneath the water, as their leaves beaten from above and branches weighted by the rain. Continue reading “Between the hills.”

Lore, Sagas, Short story

To our proud conqueror.

You rode here among an army greater in number than our total and wrought destruction without warning. Ours was but a city on your path to glory unquestioned, a name that would call from the past with a fury as thunder echoes in a valley, where even the stones will shudder at the sound. We heard you all first, marching down our small and dusty road. The stomping of countless feet, the rattle of countless weapons. It continued on even as your men took their positions. Continue reading “To our proud conqueror.”