Short fantasy fiction #1

Tim Wells
3 min readFeb 22, 2022

Silver moonlight streamed through the open windows of the spacious bedchamber throwing beams of silver light across the room that caught specs of dust and made them glow like sparks of magic in the air. No sound could be heard that gave away her footsteps as she crossed the room with her bare feet seemingly gliding softly over the stone floor toward the window. The soft silver light fell on her skin which was nearly as pale as the sheer white night dress that was falling off her shoulders as she walked. Had anyone else been awake and in the room to see they might have thought it the ghost of a fair maiden that walked the halls of the ruined castle this night.

The silver moonlight lit her pale face and her light blue eyes seemed to glow of their own accord. Silver hair fell in curls over her pointed ears and shoulders that continued halfway down her back and her slender frame hid well the strength her elven race afforded her. As she walked the slender nigh dress fell from her shoulders exposing her body to the cool night air and she continued to walk leaving the dress where it fell. Despite the cold her skin showed no evidence she felt it, except perhaps for the erect nipples on her small breasts.

She stopped by the window, staring out over the crumbling castle walls and the forest beyond that. In the distance a wolf howled a long drawn out and woeful sounding howl and as if in response the soulful hoots of and owl rang out somewhere just beyond the broken walls. She stood still and silent at the window, bathing her naked body in the silver moonlight as if it somehow gave her power or renewed her life force. She stood lost in thought about the elves and the problems her people faced and she begged the moon for wisdom and advice.

After what seemed like an hour without movement beyond the blinking of her eyes she sighed and lowered her head. She sat then on the windowsill and in her outstretched hand a swirl of magic made an instrument appear. It was a long thin tube filled with holes and a mouthpiece at one end. The elf queen put the flute to her lips and began to play. A soft mournful tune spread from the flute, it’s soulful sound echoed around the halls and chambers of stone in the ruined castle and through the forest beyond.

In the forest beyond the voices of elves joined in singing a song in their native tongue. It blended with the music of the flute and added to the music as if by magic, making it sound like many instruments were playing along. The elves continued their solemn songs long until the signs of first light began to show in the sky and the music and song slowly stopped and the elves disappeared quickly and quietly leaving no sign they had been there at all.

Photo by Cederic Vandenberghe on Unsplash

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Tim Wells

Self taught software developer and photographer.