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Here’s my entry for this week’s Mondays Finish the Story. I slipped back into the genre I’m most comfortable with- fantasy- and I think that it turned out fairly well. Here’s the link to the original prompt.

Word Count: 148

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Few knew about the castle hidden inside the island. It had been built long ago, as a refuge from the world beyond. As wild hordes ran across the west with blazing torches and iron blades, the fair folk had taken to the sea, anxious to outrun the furious persecution.

“They must never find us,” Lasius, the elf king declared, wearing robes of white silk that shimmered like morning mist and a crown of golden laurels. “We must be secret and vigilant.”

He and his fellow refugees had set to work, building a castle within the stone of the island. They built it brick-by-brick, carving out battlements and archways.

When at last it was done, they cast an enchantment upon the waters: a perpetual fog, dark as night, that hid their sanctuary from view. Then they sat in their halls, lost in the monotony of eternal hiding.

Lasius stood on the shore like a ghost, keeping watch forever.

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