100-word Flash Fiction. #FridayFictioneers
A story inspired by this photo provided by Madison Woods.
The old druid pounded seeds and crushed roots. The spring equinox celebration was tomorrow. Everyone would be here. The boy Elidyr must not be found. This potion would cloak him from the king’s searchers.
The boy did not intend to be the next king. He did not want to fight battles, he did not want to build castles, and he did not want to promote this new Christian religion. It was too stifling — corruption, and lies.
Worshiping the earth, water, and sky made more sense. Elidyr wanted to live quietly by the water — and train to be a druid.