This post is written in response to the weekly photo prompt from Rochelle at Friday Fictioneers. The rules of Fictioneers are as follows:
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Here is my story:
I was born the seventh son of a seventh son. Mother said my blood was magic.
Yet the seer foretold my doom if I ever stood higher than the pillar in the temple garden; So father gave me to the priests to ward by their magics in the stone circle.
But I was young and grew tired of the forest. I wanted the sky; So when I ran it was to the highest place.
I first saw her by God’s twins at her prayers before a wooden cross. Something whispered across the hillside and blew away all I knew of life. Magic abandoned me to love.