This story was written in response to Froggy Crochet’s Writing prompt:
and The following word prompts:
The village was like a kicked beehive. People were rushing around not sure what was going on and who to direct their stings at.
A meeting had been called, under the great Cedar tree. The Cedar was ancient and sprawling. Its branches had provided shade for generations. It had been planted by the founding fathers of their peaceful woodland dwelling who had fled the turbulent world to seek sanctuary.
All the important meetings took place beneath the tree and the elders gathered with sombre expressions.
A messenger addressed the gathering.
“I have seen it with my own eyes. They are building ships and are gathering for War.”
The Chief Elder spoke ” We knew that this day would come. Our founding fathers fled their war but it didn’t end, the war was always pending. They are building. It is coming. They are making preparations, but not they alone. We are prepared.”
Unfortunately, their enemies had been practising war for centuries and their experience was greater and their depravity knew no depths.
Not ever the Cedar tree marks the spot where that village once stood.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 03/December/2018