Great ships launched from the harbour, Emily wrote. War had waged for endless winters, there was bloodshed and heartache among ruins.
Graham never understood Emily’s stories, or that the kingdom of Elandia was their love. A once happy, fertile land now diseased and ruled by a wicked tyrant.
The dark king rose again, Emily continued as Graham fetched another drink. More ships streamed in, the sky became overcast; mouths writhed and lungs bled on the battlefield, the wards were full of the dying. But this was a moment of greatness. Elandia’s curse would soon be lifted; a divorce was on the horizon.
© 2017 Occasional Dreams
In response to: Friday Fictioneers, 31 March 2017
Image by: Fatima Fakier Deria