Entrance #writephoto

Thursday photo prompt

portal

 

In the depth of the cave lies a long hidden secret, visible only to the initiated: to those who truly love this land, who have ploughed its fields, nurtured its trees and respected all that lives here. The secret tells them where to hide, how to protect their children and how to honour their ancestors.

The initiated know that the invaders will come, again, as they did in the past, hate and fury, rage to destroy. But they will be, again, defeated, as were the others before them and the ones who will come after them.

For deeper still, lies the Magus, who will awake, at the sound of the horn, when the land is violated. Fear his wrath, as he avenges those who were slain by the Evil, and the corpses of the invaders line up the roads all the way back whence they came.

Daily Prompt: Escape!

Describe your ultimate escape plan (and tell us what you’re escaping from).

Light Long ago I trained here, and thus I know the place quite well.  When they come for me, I am prepared: my body may be covered with bruises, but I still have my head.  Those thugs have no idea of what awaits them!

They lead me along the corridors, as we pass cells deep in obscurity.  I force myself to ignore the cries of the victims, their tears, the sounds of persecution and torture.  For if I cannot destroy them totally, at least I can punch a blow that will set them back for a long time.  The thought makes me smile.

They stop, as expected. As the lead guard moves towards the gate I move slowly and by stealth a few inches to my left: my position has to be right.  The guard unlocks the gate and holds it open.  My retinue and I walk through it.  As the guard shuts the gate close behind us I jumped swiftly on a big slab in front of the high window to my right.

I hear the sharp sound of their swords as they hit the stone: I am falling down the vertical well, and as I look up I see the flames of the explosion that wipes out all living things in the corridor above my head.  My body hits the water and for a few minutes I fear to drown, then I see the light, the little beach, and the launch prepared all those years back, before the Inquisition captures me.  I know that the slab is back in its place, the ancient Magus’ magic still worked long after his murder.