Description
What autumn means to me
Inspired by Mythiana and TigerEgern writings.
Inverness, Highlands, Scotland
Enchanted autumn
Part 1
The old elven king looked gloomily into the mist. His forest was alight with colours, it was autumn, a time to celebrate for his elven folk. Yet it was silent, merriments of the past were long forgotten.
His fist came down on the table laden with fruit and made the plates jump.
His elves continued their work quietly, looking down as they walked past him, harvesting and storing fruit for winter as he had taught them. But there were fewer and fewer young elves, even grown ones were disappearing. The kingdom he had worked so hard for was crumbling without the essence of joy.
"The forest should echo with laughter. We need to keep the magic alive!"
But all his advisors shook their heads. No-one knew how to restore joy.
In desperation he sent out word to all the lands, that he would pay a golden prize to anyone who could bring the laughter back to the kingdom.
Find part 2 here