tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post6152977508989391997..comments2023-07-06T07:33:06.262-04:00Comments on * Writers' Spark * Every story has to start somewhere *: Prompt: “The Lake of the Sapphire Waters, from which elven jewelsmiths make the most beautiful star sapphires in the world.”Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-46078086229675118802013-03-26T19:32:08.860-04:002013-03-26T19:32:08.860-04:00Prompt: “The Lake of the Sapphire Waters, from wh...Prompt: “The Lake of the Sapphire Waters, from which elven jewelsmiths make the most beautiful star sapphires in the world.”<br /><br /><br />Hector dipped the waterskin into the warm lake. He felt it filling, becoming progressively less difficult to hold below the surface. But it was so slow! He looked up furtively. "Anyone coming?"<br /><br />"Just get on with it!" said Julian. The other boy shifted from foot to foot. "You're wasting time being worried."<br /><br />"You haven't seen them," said Hector. "Worrying about the elves is no a waste."<br /><br />"Huh," said Julian. Hector suspected Julian only knew the elves as those scruffy traders that passed yearly through the village. But Hector had snuck up to the lake and watched them scooping up reflections of stars from the lake's surface. These elves were different: stronger, younger, more confident.<br /><br />And when the leader had turned, his shining eyes seeming to pick out Hector's exact location on the dark hillside, Hector knew they were more than the villagers gave them credit for. And yet he still rose to the dare to steal some of their sapphire water. <br /><br />He lifted the full waterskin from the lake. It was far heavier than just a skin of water should be. Perhaps this had not been entirely a good idea. He stood and stepped back from the shore. The waterskin vibrated and a deep note, like a distant bell, seemed to come from inside. Not a good idea at all.<br /><br />Annenoreply@blogger.com