I am releasing an introductory excerpt of one of my stories, a short Story about a suspenseful adventure of Fist La’brau into the Manor in the Mist.
Manor in the Mist
by J. Wade Harrell
Through the layered mist that oozed over the mire like slithering smoke, something weird stared. Its eyes glowed as did the agape maw with yellow-orange so oddly arranged that he first took it for a living being. The vines dangled like snakes from the nearly lifeless trees which seemed to grasp onto the stocky traveler as he drew his broadsword and approached the lights with caution. The boggy mud was sundered by the weaving road of orange-like cobbles, allowing one to cut through the marsh avoiding the maze of pools infested with venomous frogs and snakes that hopped and slithered about.
“Am I lost?” the traveler thought. “The road narrows and it doesn’t look well-traveled. The cadaverous trees seem so close to the road and their branches should surely be broken back but I have to fight them. It is too late to turn back thus I must keep moving.”
He thought the ground was shaking but after about five thumps he realized it was his heart beating against his broad ribcage. The silence of the mire was broken by the song of a hundred crickets or occasionally the quatrain of a red bullfrog. The moon over Siernod was shielded by the several membranes of mist causing only a faint glow in the western sky.
The eerie face loomed larger getting closer; it appeared now to be formed by windows which were illuminated by pale lights within their respective rooms. It seemed odd that there would be a house or a castle so far from any city or hamlet. The road made a turn to the left and the silvery glow from the obscured moon outlined the structure; the lights emanated from between the flowing wisps of mist. Up a steep hill he saw it was an old manor. The house was four stories high, and not too large in breadth, upon the pinnacle of the declivitous hill. It had a steep roof of scalloped shakes and was surrounded with an iron fence. To his chagrin, the road ended at the front gate of the bizarre manor staring down the heathery hill.
The air was broken by the sudden creak, as of rusty iron, and the gate swung outward with a gust of air that blew over the hill and beckoned him to enter. As odd as it seemed, he took it for coincidence. He had seen more bizarre things in his adventurous past.
He commenced walking staring at the old vine covered house. He thought he had seen shadows move inside the illuminated windows, covered by curtains of sheer material. There was no reason that should have been significant; because obviously if there was light, there had to be inhabitants.
His worn boots reached the end of the road and a smaller path overgrown with creeping shrubs beckoned him up to the front door. The moon showed its silver face and illuminated the features of the lone traveler. He was tall and thick-featured with copperish locks and a brushy beard over a ruddy face. His emerald eyes feasted upon the doors of the manor, still some twenty paces away. He wore a thick leathery tunic covered by a long dusty cloak drawn about him with his oversized calloused hands.
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