FROM THE VOICE OF LAZARUS CARPENTER
CRACH FFINNANT-THE PROPHECY
FROM THE QUILL OF LAZARUS CARPENTER
CRACH FFINNANT – RISE OF THE DRAGON
Tan-y-Mynedd sat by the underground lake, deep in conversation with three other dragons. Sounds of occasional swishing huge tails, quivering of wings, rocking of heads and stamping of feet, mingled with words of their ancient language, informed even the most casual of observers something of great importance was afoot.
A small group of elves sat around a fire, listening intently to their speaker. She was a fair elven maiden, slender and beautiful, but she seemed much older to me than she at first appeared. With a face shaped like an almond, aged wisdom shone like two moons from bright green eyes, crow’s feet lining the corners, and above eyebrows of fine hair arched below deeper lines stretching across a proud forehead. A sharp but dainty nose perched above a small mouth with lips as full and red as a cherry at harvest. Her hair dangled below a thin waist and although thick, long and healthy, it was silver in colour, threaded with strands of pure white. She wore a black gown tied at the waist by a golden belt of leaves. On her dainty feet were shoes of leaf green, crafted by elven cobblers. Once upon a time, she would have been very beautiful. Now, she radiated grace and wisdom from the years passed, ready for those yet to come.
The audience were captivated by her words and actions as she gesticulated passionately, arms waving and fingers outstretched, illustrating her commentary. I had no idea what she may have been saying, as I could not quite hear her words, but whatever it was created an air of seriousness shadowed across each elf’s face. The atmosphere in the cave reminded me of that before a big storm. I felt the energy when entering a little while ago, but now the air was becoming alive and powerful, vibrating and shimmering from every crevice and crack within this cathedral-like space. To use the word ‘magical’, is an understatement – you would not call the great mountain of Snowdon a hill would you? At this moment in time, the things I was seeing, hearing and feeling went far beyond any magic.
CRACH FFINNANT – THE PROPHECY