Opening the apartment door, Geirmund lifted his fathers broadsword and faced the portal.
Where once the greasily lit hallway had lurked, now glittered a thundering waterfall, cascading down from snow peaked mountains, around which dragons soared.
He had hidden in this world long enough.
It was time to go home.
Well, there we are.
So, first of all, thanks to for another great prompt for a 50 word story related to the word “waterfall” : -
We have met this character before when he was much younger : -
How he ended up in our world is a tale I’ve still to tell, but we’ll get there. His father, Grimbauld, lived a complicated life, and there was always going to be a good reason why his son wasn’t at his funeral : -
Anyway, there are plenty of other stories to share about these characters, and I’m looking forward to telling them.
Thanks for reading. Until next time.
I could see this as the start of an epic tale. Or the end. :)
Ooh, somehow missed this one in my inbox, Dan, sorry.
Love the image this conjures up of moving from the mundane hallway to the fantastical landscape. Great visuals.
Plus, lots of intrigue with the closing lines... there's a story waiting there, as Kate says.