Alighting askew upon the dunes

Sahir looked up from the monarch’s bloated corpse on the shore at the child’s tear-stained face, deftly flicking his hand skywards. “Princeling, we must return you to your family’s alcázar immediately.”

The boy gawked as a closed door in a sturdy frame plummeted earthwards from above the clouds, swinging open just before alighting askew upon the dunes. Tenderly, the magic-user winked, “It’s a neat toy, yes? Now… go quickly! You have not a moment to spare!”

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34 thoughts on “Alighting askew upon the dunes”

  1. A fascinating piece about royal magic making David. Perhaps this bit of wizardry got a little out of hand… 🤔 Always enjoy reading your work my friend… ✌🏼❤️

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