This hybrid lived for three hundred years, before passing the golden crown to his own child. Thus continued the line of succession until modern history. Once the line was muddied and forgotten, it became nothing more than another ancient legend of mythological Gods and Goddesses. But, it is much more than that.
As their hands clasped, a shiver of energy ran through the twosome. Her lavender eyes flashed. She dropped Declan’s hand and her body began to vibrate and flicker in and out of existence.
My #GSWP1 entry. As always, my submission is ineligible to be a Gold Star Writing Prompt Winner. His bagpipes were old and worn, but they were over two hundred years old. Made from the hide of a goat owned by his great-great-grandfather, they’d been carefully handcrafted for the large, burly man. Leith placed the instrument… Continue reading The Pride of a Scotsman