Eternity Undone – an almost short story

I had a great idea this summer for Xchyler Publishing’s anthology contest on the them ‘Back to the Future; a Fantasy Anthology’. Sadly, I only got about 300 words into the actual writing of it, thanks to my day job. Sigh . . . I do intend on finishing it someday. But, I’ve got another tale in the works for their next anthology contest, and again a day job conflict as I also have 6 weeks to write my thesis. In the meantime, here is the opening draft of what would have been my summer submission.

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Eternity Undone – J. Aurel Guay

“A lovely job master Souboror,” the old man rubbed his hands at the sight of the dozen peeled and washed potatoes on the counter.  “We shall have a lovely stew this noon!”

Souboror sighed, as he brushed a wisp of black hair from his eyes.   He would never understand why he was forced to do such menial tasks.  Garier, the elderly house servant, continued about his work preparing the meal.

“Did your training with the Master go well yesterday young master?  Did he introduce you to anyone interesting in the dreaming realm?  A mermaid, or some pixies perhaps?”  Garier lifted a heavy pot as he spoke.  The scrape of metal on metal drew Souboror’s attention and caused him to jump to assist the servant.  Too late, Garier’s primitive false arm was already securely hooked on the pot handle and with the help of his good hand and no small amount of resistant clucking toward the young apprentice the pot was soon hoisted over the roaring cooking fire.

“Garier, why don’t you let Magnalian do something for that arm?” asked Sourobor gesturing  toward the long wood and metal crook affixed near  the servant’s elbow.

“Well, it does bruise more easily than my other,” replied Garier holding up his fleshy hand with smirk.  “But, I guess I’ve had it such a long time I couldn’t imagine it any other way.”

A sudden noise and a tremor shook the stone walls of the kitchen, displacing a number of bundled herbs from their ceiling hooks and bringing a wicked hiss from fire as the stew pot slopped its contents over its brim.

“The front gate!” exclaimed Sourobor grabbing his cloak and racing for the door.

“Be careful young Master!  You know how the Master’s guests can be!”

Sourobor heard little of the admonition and raced out the back door and toward the front courtyard.  There was indeed a battle being waged at the Sanctuary gate but what fool magician would wage a frontal assault in broad daylight?


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