My Eastern Balcony - A short fantasy story

A Romance and Remembrance piece set in a fantasy world, centered around the power of love and the loss.

My Eastern Balcony - A short story.

The view from my east balcony was always the most beautiful, The forests of Neverwinter that wildly sprawled across Artogoth, The stream of Ereden that cuts through the forest with azure blue water that dances down the stream and of course the most incredible of all. The Mountain of Giants, that’s peaks tickles the clouds which filled the bluest sky you will have ever seen and the lush heather the lays over the troughs of the mountain perfectly accompanying the white peaks.

My father told me men of old has stories of a legendary creature that lived on only the highest peaks of the mountain one of kind the tales of legend said, so my father with interest in his younger years, left his home and ventured there will little supplies, just enough for one week. After four days of a climbing from the highest peaks and the lowest troughs, he saw, what he could only describe as the most beautiful creature grazing in the grass and bushel. It had the white mane and body of the finest raised stallion in Astoria, with the single horn rising from its head a few inches out. The creature fled as my father followed. He followed the creature for what he said felt like seconds, but what in reality we're years. By some mystical power he was sustained from starvation of exhaustion, My father finally was brought by the creature to the ancient lost ruins of the city of the elven Realm built by the first men of Astoria, Lindiledon.

Lindiledon, The city of the first was the most impressively built city over the known continents. The towers’ spires were raised taller than the gods and made from adamantium, the elves’ most precious material. With curiosity my father explored the ruins till he laid his eyes upon something his eyes could never detract from. A young elven lady with flowing brown hair and beautiful blue eyes that would entrance the dwarfs of the Iron Isles to the Gnomes of Rockbottom Pit.

My father later married the elf, Ellenwyn. They loved each other, with such a force and power that no magic nor godly power could change their feelings for eachother. They returned after 30 years to the capital that my father governed. Where they were loved and respected by all. Then I came along.

My father, aged 92 had come to the curse of all human life. But my mother, the elf, who still had 200 years to her life had the worse, watching your one true love die knowing there is little you can do. Now I, Lance, sit atop my father’s throne, while my mother runs and hides herself away from the pain of losing her one true love.  Sometimes, I sit on my eastern balcony… Sometimes I can see my father journeying up the mountain how I miss him…   

The view from my east balcony was always the most beautiful…

Luke M

Author's Note

Short, but I hope you like it