Feathers of Four | A 100 Word Story

#096 Four of Ink

“You must let me go, father. I am the only one who can save us, it is prophecy,” said Maylin, the elf daughter of King Goren. She speaks of a prophecy bestowed upon her at birth.

“Hang the damn prophecy. You are my heir and my daughter. Were your mother still alive…” his voice cracked at the memory of his wife.

Maylin placed her hands upon his, “She would not stand in the way of prophecy. She would want me to find the Feathers of Four to save us.”

King Goren nodded in agreement. The child he knew was gone.