King of Obsidian

Mondays Finish the Story

Monday’s finish the story prompt: Once upon a time in a land far, far away…


© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

King of Obsidian

Once upon a time in a land far, far, away, where the rays of new daylight touched the sacred red waters of the Makong river, the Ice men of Indus built their towering monuments of stone and obsidian.

I was brought before the king.

Never in my life was I so afraid! The hands of the guards securing me, marked the skin of my arms with their cold. The king was seated on a throne of bone and shining rock with only a fur between him and the seat.

If he hadn’t had moved, I wouldn’t have believed he was alive. He was like a flawless carved piece of marble. His features were smooth, his eyes were like coloured glass, shifting and changing colour as the light reflected off him.

I thought he looked strange compared to the brutish scouts and guardsmen who had brought me to his forbidden kingdom.

He thrust himself forward from his seat, toward me, and bared his jagged black teeth.


Follows this post: The beginning and is part three of the on going story.

I wondered if the king would like the adventurer to be male or female since I haven’t decided yet. Decisions! decisions! Registered & Protected