Naglfar
Hel stood beside the old lighthouse, watching her beloved ship sail away. The moon shimmered on the waters, dancing on the sails that were as black as death, casting it in an eerie glow.
The tall figure of her father soon vanished, one final wave goodbye melting on the wind. He had asked her if she wanted to come. But it wasn't her battle, or her war. Besides, there was her kingdom to look after. She couldn’t just abandon them.
Hel turned away as the ship was claimed by the horizon, returning to her throne. What would be, would be.
- Category: Myths, Legends & Fables
5 comments add one below
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Frenchie almost 3 years ago
A lovely drabble. Thank you. I enjoyed the description.
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Michael Cook almost 3 years ago
An introduction to a longer tale perhaps? I'm looking forward to reading more Sarah!
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Jamie Clapperton almost 3 years ago
I also loved the imagery ;-)
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Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago
Terrific. Looks like it could be a series as Michael has suggested? Lovely imagery, very atmospheric.
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Sarah Oakes almost 3 years ago
thank you for your kind comments. I;m not sure if there will be more was just an idea inspired by a picture prompt but maybe I will continue this
