1. Coedwig Challenged


    Date: 8/15/2015, Categories: Supernatural, Author: Annamagique, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    over the rocks so steep it was almost a waterfall. Up I climbed, following the mountain path. “Schnell, schnell!” Even the hissing water seemed to be urging me onwards. The little sparrows watched from the branches, sometimes fluttering down and pecking at some unseen morsel in the leaves on the forest floor. For a moment, I stopped and looked back the way I had come. The beautiful castle shone white as the sun broke through a gap in the clouds but now it was way below me. Above, the clouds hid the mountain peaks like great fluffy scarves. I looked around, suddenly unsure. “Hier, Wald, kommen sie.” The thin voices called me onwards and I continued onwards. Before long I saw a small gap in the rock face. Not a cave particularly but more an indentation into the solid alpine rock, a crevice perhaps with a large flat ledge. It seemed to be from where the stream flowed from inside the mountain. I stood beside the stream then turned and looked out. Far below the beautiful blue still waters of the Alpsee reflected the surrounding mountains like a distant mirror and the village appeared as a miniature winter scene, the people like ants as they went about their business oblivious to the fact they were being watched from this aerie high above them. “Wilkommen, Wald” I turned suddenly at the unexpected voice behind me She was beautiful! Tall, slender as a Willow and hair of russet red flowing over her shoulders and down her back, almost reaching the tops of her legs. She wore a cloak ...
    of many colours, rusty red, shades of brown from golden to dark chocolate, interspersed flecks of green and tied at the neck with a bow of ivy. Her eyes were the most beautiful hazel brown and she held my gaze steadily. “Who...?” I started to speak but she placed a thin pale finger upon my lips. “Don't you know me?” she asked, a small smile playing on her lips which didn't move with what I heard inside my head. “I know you, Wald.” She still spoke in German but now I understood clearly. I felt the words rather than heard them. It was as though I was thinking them. “My name is Anna...” I half protested. “I know your name, Wald, or should I say, in English, Forest?” Of course, Wald in German, Coedwig in Welsh, all names meaning Forest! “Wait!” I said, “I know you. Your name is Herbst!” “In English, Autumn, yes.” “It was you! You called me here!” I exclaimed. “In a way, yes.” she replied. “My friends helped.” She turned, arm outstretched, palm upwards to indicate the delicate creatures that were seated on the rocks around us, thin faced, beautiful women with sharp features and darting, blinking almost black eyes. Their light brown hair was short and flat to their heads. They also wore cloaks of a fabric that looked a lot like small brown grey feathers. Some of them sat with their heads tilted to the side as if wary of me. “The sparrows, they were the voices I could hear?” “Yes. They are my friends. Like the Dragonfly Sprites are your friends.” she answered, “They too, know who you ...
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