The Wizard and His Lady
The moment he pierced through the mist and entered her realm, she felt his presence. Like a spider watching a butterfly flutter into its web. Her domain, guarded by gnarled trees and a thick fog, left many a weary traveler lost for days. However, this was no ordinary traveler. He was an elderly man, who leaned on a wooden staff as he walked through the forest. His cloak was adorned with stars and the emblem of his kingdom.
He was coming to the lake.
The thicket of the woods opened up to a clearing of vibrant green grass. Reeds bent against the water’s edge. There were no birds chirping nor fishing leaping out of the glass like surface of the lake. He was alone, yet he smiled. “Lovely day, isn’t it?” All was quiet and still. There was a glimmer in his eyes, the sparkle of a child. The elder man hummed pleasantly to himself as he walked along the water trickling through the rocks. “A bit chilly, but lovely none the less.” Leaning against a large stone, he admired the lilies that perfumed the air with the scent of spring.
He peered into the lake, to stare at his own reflection, and was met instead by the image of a beautiful maiden. Her eyes were the color of forgotten pearls and her hair fell into gentle waves of gold. Not startled in the slightest, he placed a hand on his heart and bowed. “My lady,” The corner of her lips curved up slightly. “I was wondering when you would show yourself.”
The leaves in the trees bristled in the wind. “Wizard” Her honeyed voice, familiar and sweet, danced in the air. “I know why you are here.”
No judging, bees, and you might get part two. Bonus points to anyone who knows what this story is based on. Hint: Think medieval legend….?
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