Week Three - Task #09. - "Lithy Pool"
Posted: Mon May 17, 2021 1:16 am
Up in the sky there’s some kind of a winged dinosaur-type thing darting straight in your direction.
The witch’s pet!
Like those nightmares of being chased where you’re moving in slow motion, unable to run away, you frantically try kicking a path forward as quickly as possible, but there’s no point. Before you know it you’re being picked up in a large set of talons and flown through a frigid breaze to the very top of the mountain.
Trying to convince yourself this is a blessing in disguise, however terrified of where you’re going, it is quite a relief when you’re placed down inside the tallest tower of an unexpected castle.
The prehistoric looking beast flaps off and away into the distance, leaving you alone in an empty, circular stone room with no doors and no way to climb down outside the one large window.
Minutes pass into hours as you wait for what’s to come. It isn’t until the sun has completely set that you hear a familiar voice behind you.
Turning around, there’s the Witch of Many Colors, prettier than you'd imagined, grinning aggressively in her gleeful wickedness. Fear jolts into your soul at the sight of her wild, darting eyes.
“You’re too kind to make this so easy for me,” she says. “I was expecting more of a struggle in finding you.” Then, giggling, “But there you were, out in broad daylight.” The expression on her face snaps into an angry snarl, “Ruining my snow!”
The witch’s palms raise up, pointed in your direction. She’s spitting a low rumbling of curses under her breath.
“Wait!” you say without hesitation, concerned you’re about to be attacked. “I know where the ring of kings is!”
Immediately the witch lowers her hands, offering a suspicious look.
A brief moment of shock washes over your face as an image pops into your head along with the sense of a whisper from the mountain. It occurs to you that you do actually know where the ring is!
Formulating a plan, you compose yourself and continue on, “It’s in the Lithy Pool.”
It takes the witch one startling leap forward to reach out and grasp hold of you, yanking your body close to hers. You try not to gag on the smell of her foul breath as she spits out a few raspy threats.
“You lie!” she says.
“I saw it yesterday,” you hold firmly. “While visiting Old Croak. It was glittering right there at the bottom while the early evening sun came in through the window. I could get it for you. If you like?” you toss out, casually pushing a few strands of hair away from your eyes.
You've put on a fairly convincing version of your oldest brother’s best coaxing gaze and tone. As organically as he would, you boast inwardly. These have never failed to work on people. At least the ones who don't know him very well, at any rate.
A flash of light has you dazed. Blinking rapidly and giving a shake of your head. Looking around to see that you’re standing back in the frog’s cabin by the pool.
The room is relatively dark and Old Croak is nowhere to be seen. Likely cowering behind a plant, you imagine.
“The ring!” you hear the witch’s voice coming from the empty fireplace. “Get me the ring!”
“There isn’t enough light,” you inform her.
A murmuring of spell crafting comes rumbling from the throat of the witch as light begins to flicker out from her hands, sending a faint glow across the room.
“Grab it!” she demands.
You shake your head. “That still isn’t bright enough, and I won’t be able to see with you all the way over there.”
She makes her way a few steps closer. The light gets brighter as the witch barks incantations faster and louder.
You can tell this is difficult for her, being so close to the pool. She’s sweating and seems to be getting weaker, whether due to this proximity or from working her magic. Perhaps both.
“Hurry!” the witch pleads.
“If I can’t see down to the bottom, I won’t be able to find it.”
Sputtering and visibly frightened, she takes a few more steps toward you.
“Ah-hah!” you exclaim, peering past your reflection, beneath the surface of the water. “There it is!”
Distracted from excitement, the witch comes right up to the edge of the Lithy Pool, providing you with an opportunity to jump over, getting behind her and giving one sharp, forceful push.
Task:
Post a minimum of 100 words below reflecting on your own perspective of and/or experience with covetousness by 11:59pm (HOL-time) on Monday May 31st to receive 10 beans. The Lithy Pool award is also available for completing all three tasks in week three!
The witch’s pet!
Like those nightmares of being chased where you’re moving in slow motion, unable to run away, you frantically try kicking a path forward as quickly as possible, but there’s no point. Before you know it you’re being picked up in a large set of talons and flown through a frigid breaze to the very top of the mountain.
Trying to convince yourself this is a blessing in disguise, however terrified of where you’re going, it is quite a relief when you’re placed down inside the tallest tower of an unexpected castle.
The prehistoric looking beast flaps off and away into the distance, leaving you alone in an empty, circular stone room with no doors and no way to climb down outside the one large window.
Minutes pass into hours as you wait for what’s to come. It isn’t until the sun has completely set that you hear a familiar voice behind you.
Turning around, there’s the Witch of Many Colors, prettier than you'd imagined, grinning aggressively in her gleeful wickedness. Fear jolts into your soul at the sight of her wild, darting eyes.
“You’re too kind to make this so easy for me,” she says. “I was expecting more of a struggle in finding you.” Then, giggling, “But there you were, out in broad daylight.” The expression on her face snaps into an angry snarl, “Ruining my snow!”
The witch’s palms raise up, pointed in your direction. She’s spitting a low rumbling of curses under her breath.
“Wait!” you say without hesitation, concerned you’re about to be attacked. “I know where the ring of kings is!”
Immediately the witch lowers her hands, offering a suspicious look.
A brief moment of shock washes over your face as an image pops into your head along with the sense of a whisper from the mountain. It occurs to you that you do actually know where the ring is!
Formulating a plan, you compose yourself and continue on, “It’s in the Lithy Pool.”
It takes the witch one startling leap forward to reach out and grasp hold of you, yanking your body close to hers. You try not to gag on the smell of her foul breath as she spits out a few raspy threats.
“You lie!” she says.
“I saw it yesterday,” you hold firmly. “While visiting Old Croak. It was glittering right there at the bottom while the early evening sun came in through the window. I could get it for you. If you like?” you toss out, casually pushing a few strands of hair away from your eyes.
You've put on a fairly convincing version of your oldest brother’s best coaxing gaze and tone. As organically as he would, you boast inwardly. These have never failed to work on people. At least the ones who don't know him very well, at any rate.
A flash of light has you dazed. Blinking rapidly and giving a shake of your head. Looking around to see that you’re standing back in the frog’s cabin by the pool.
The room is relatively dark and Old Croak is nowhere to be seen. Likely cowering behind a plant, you imagine.
“The ring!” you hear the witch’s voice coming from the empty fireplace. “Get me the ring!”
“There isn’t enough light,” you inform her.
A murmuring of spell crafting comes rumbling from the throat of the witch as light begins to flicker out from her hands, sending a faint glow across the room.
“Grab it!” she demands.
You shake your head. “That still isn’t bright enough, and I won’t be able to see with you all the way over there.”
She makes her way a few steps closer. The light gets brighter as the witch barks incantations faster and louder.
You can tell this is difficult for her, being so close to the pool. She’s sweating and seems to be getting weaker, whether due to this proximity or from working her magic. Perhaps both.
“Hurry!” the witch pleads.
“If I can’t see down to the bottom, I won’t be able to find it.”
Sputtering and visibly frightened, she takes a few more steps toward you.
“Ah-hah!” you exclaim, peering past your reflection, beneath the surface of the water. “There it is!”
Distracted from excitement, the witch comes right up to the edge of the Lithy Pool, providing you with an opportunity to jump over, getting behind her and giving one sharp, forceful push.
Task:
Post a minimum of 100 words below reflecting on your own perspective of and/or experience with covetousness by 11:59pm (HOL-time) on Monday May 31st to receive 10 beans. The Lithy Pool award is also available for completing all three tasks in week three!