The boy came back to consciously slowly. It felt as if he ascended to wakefulness through layers of water, first dark, then blue, then the azure of the sky brimming with light. Without knowing where he was or how he had got there, he choked awake, sat upright, coughed and looked about in a panic….
A Charm for the Nameless Child #57
“I am Caewen.” She indicated a hand towards the boy. “And this one has no name. We carry no arms.” There was silence. She continued. “We mean no harm and will do none. I come only seeking those things that the dead do not need. Things left behind, and unwanted.” Another of the weird laughters…
And back to posting…
I’ve been away from posting for about a month due to the usual Christmas chaos, kids at home all day, and so on. It finally seems like things have settled down enough to start up some posts. As always, I can never be sure how often I’ll post, or how much, but I’ll definitely be…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #56
The air grew colder and the space opened up on either side of them, and above also: as they went deeper the ceiling receded until it was lost from sight. Their torchlight no longer fell on damp grey stone and streaks of mould, but instead it glistened against a white stone that was marbled with…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #55
The torch sputtered to life as the flame was coaxed, caught, and flared. It gave off a resinous smoke that looked more brown than grey. And it stung the boy’s eyes too. When he took the torch in his hands he had to blink and squint against the smoke. The instruction was clear enough: Caewen…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #54
By the time Dapplegrim returned, Caewen was asleep again. The boy and Fleat tried as best they could to explain what had happened. The shadow-demon was unhelpful and only said, “Tssch. What needed to be done, was done,” and was afterwards silent. It now sat curled up in the nook of Caewen’s neck, the way…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #53
It had been a wearying day, followed by a more wearying night. Although the boy did his best to keep his eyes open in the deepening evening, it was a struggle, and a struggle he eventually lost. He slept in a curled up ball, fitfully and uncomfortable, twisted inside his clothes and lying on the…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #52
The boy retreated a few steps. He looked around and saw Fleat: the hobbe had moved off, and was now sitting alone on a tumbled piece of overgrown stone. Flourishes of stone leaves and living woodbine erupted around his feet. He looked pensive. The boy walked over. They exchanged glances and worried little expressions. “I…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #51
The boy had been trying as best he could to follow the conversation. He glanced at Fleat, who was also listening, looking a bit confused, looking worried also. Though Fleat seemed to think it best to be tight-lipped and silent, the boy couldn’t help himself. He piped in. “Wait! Wait… Are you saying that you…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #50
As the boy sat, watching, he thought about how it was strange to see Caewen like this. She was so full of will and force, now reduced down to this a shadow of herself. He even noticed small unheroic details that he had not seen before, which somehow made her seem all the more heroic….