The Shortcut/Way-stone #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

“What’s that?”  Lottie asked her friend, Jan, pointing to the moss covered edifice among the trees as they took a shortcut through the woods to school.

“It’s a Waystone,” Jan told her.  “It’s magical.  Have you ever heard of Warhammer Fantasy?”

Lottie shook her head.  “No.”

“It’s a fictional game.  My brother and his friends like to play it.  It’s made up of a kingdom, an empire, cities, states, elves, dwarfs, lizardmen, orcs, goblins, rat-men, the undead and ogres.”

Lottie shivered.  “I hate such things,” she said.  “They give me the creeps.  But what about the Waystone?”

“It was built by the High Elves who were created by the Old Ones.  They are nearly immortal and expected to live for about 2500 years.  Without them the daemons of Chaos would overrun the entire world.”

“Who on earth are the daemons of Chaos?”

“They’re servants of the Chaos gods.  They are made out of pure energy emerging from the northern and southern warp gates.  These daemons only come out in times when the Chaos energies in the Warhammer World are strong.  I think the Waystone was built so that Daemons couldn’t manifest but somehow the Warp Gates erected by the Old Ones enabling travel back and forth between wherever they originated and the Warhammer world collapsed.  Fuel and Chaos were leaked into the world.  The High Elves are the ones who defend a Waystone.”

Lottie shook her head.  “This sounds too fanciful to me.”

Jan smiled.  “I guess it would be to some people.  I like it because I’m a big fan of fantasy.  It reminds me of Lord of the Rings which I adore.  I have the entire collection, you know.”

“Let’s not talk about this anymore,” Lottie said.  “All this talk about daemons and the undead freak me out, especially today.”

“Oh yes, it’s Halloween today.”

“I don’t think I will be coming through these woods on my way home from school.  I’ll take the long way.”

“That’s all right.  I’ll come this way because I want to get home quickly and get ready for trick and treating.”

“Are you sure?  It’s getting dark earlier now.  And even when it’s light, these woods are creepy.”

“I’ll be fine,” Jan assured her.  “I’ve walked through these woods dozens of times.  We’d better go now or we’ll be late for first period.”

Lottie was anxious to get out of there and she quickly walked away, Jan almost running to catch up with her.

Behind one of the trees stood a figure, watching them.  In his knapsack, was a bottle of Chloroform and tape.  He had hoped that both of them would return this way, but maybe it was just as well.  He couldn’t risk one of them getting away.

In the distance, the clock struck eight.  He had several hours to kill.  To occupy, himself, he took out his ipad and found the APP for Warhammer Fantasy on Google Play.

I wrote this story for the #writephoto Prompt – Way-stone at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.

Sources:  Wiki; Wikipedia


6 Comments Add yours

  1. Sue Vincent says:

    That truly is a horrific tale for halloween…

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Yes, it is. I don’t like horror stories or Halloween, though.


      1. Sue Vincent says:

        There is more horror in human beings than in ‘horror’.

        Liked by 1 person

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