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Fear not the Darkness, But What Lies Within, The recesses of our mind, The creepy cobwebbed corners,That lingers on and tickles us,With tingle feelings of alarm, The deep in the stomach, Pain we feel when we do warn, The fear is deadly it seeks, The deepest corner of our mind, It's just a story to alarm,Educate and provide entertainment for our minds. So read on dear reader, I hope you find the stories amusing and full of charm.

Tuesday, December 21, 2021

Happy Winter Solstice

 Happy Winter Solstice -Stonehenge

I had had always wanted to visit Stonehenge and then my dream had come true, for I stood in the centre of Stonehenge at the dawn of Winter Solstice . As the sun came up and shone on the stones, I felt one with the stones. The air around me whirled and I felt dizzy as the world seemed to shift. Before my eyes, the stones shimmered and seemed to become as new again.

“The great warrior comes. See, I summoned him, sisters,” I heard, but although I heard English, I knew it was in ancient dialect and not truly in the words I heard. Before me stood three women their hair long and luxurious, hanging down to their ankles. Each had a different hair colour, one had fiery red hair ,one brown almost black and the other golden like the rays of the sun.

“He looks scrawny.”

“Yes, far too skinny, young and has no muscles,” commented the other.

“I used the right spell. I know I did he will be able to remove the sword,” she said pointing to a sword stuck in a huge stone.


An ancient legend tells of a sword and stone, but this was something different. It had jewels encrusted on its tang. The blade what I could see of it was topped with quillon (a circular part) and guard with a nice grip. It was made of silver and bronze quite tarnished. The sword was quite spectacular as it had jewels of ruby, emerald, and diamonds encrusted on its handle and I felt the need to touch it; but I held myself back.

“What is your name boy?” the brunette asked.

“Arthur.” I answered.

“Good you have done well. He even has the right name, Morgana.” The blonde commented.

“There it is, boy. Get on with it.” said Morgana( the redhead.)

I put my hand on the hilt and pulled with all my might, but it wouldn’t budge. It was mired like quickstone, my knuckles and hands grew scabbed and scarred trying to make it move.

“You’ve failed Morgana. You fool, he’s the wrong Arthur. Send him back!” said the brunette.

“I think he’s handsome, might we keep him?” asked the blonde touching my shoulders.

“No, you know the rules. We might borrow from time; but they must all go back,” Morgana proclaimed.

There was a flash of light and then I found myself on the ground in the centre of Stonehenge.

“See here. you are trespassing.” said a voice over my head. ”And now you’ve knocked some of the stones down on top of you. I should arrest you; but looking at the scrape on your head, I’d say you’ve learned your lesson. Do you want me to call an ambulance, sir?”

“No, I’ll be fine.” I said holding my head and trying to stem the bleeding.

I wondered if my head injury explained all of this and reached in my pocket for a handkerchief. To my surprise I found a ruby from the sword in my pocket .I smiled looking back at the stones, perhaps the ladies would summon me again as long as I had the stone.

“Blessed be!” I shouted as I left.

©Sheilagh Lee  December 21, 2021 included in Legends Folktales and other Stories

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