Faerie Fog: Fantasy

I love the foggy days. The fog clings to the wizards tower and winds its way around the lower quarters, temporarily covering the rubbish and making it look like a place people might actually want to live. If I climb to the top of the keep wall, I can watch over the land as it is covered by the thick velvety blanket. I never tell my soldiers why I climb to their watch, of course. They think I'm checking on them, or that I'm paranoid because the fog could hide an enemy creeping closer to the walls. It could, of course, and that's a good reason for me to climb the ramparts, but it isn't why I do it. The fog seems to whisper something special to me alone. Once I saw the fog that circled the wizards tower change to the form of a lady beckoning with her outstretched hand. If I were wise, this would make me more cautious. We are losing ground, after all. Anything out of the ordinary should be regarded with direst suspicion. But it is also wonderful.


Inspiration: A photograph of foggy Minneapolis that I just posted over at cloudscudding
Story Potential: Medium
Finished Length: Novel.
Notes: The keep is fighting an encroachment of magic. Whether they should be fighting it or embracing it is uncertain. The main character is believed to be extra suspicious, in large part because of his habit of climbing on top of the walls to watch, and so he is chosen for a mission to figure out the answer to that question, or to negotiate a truce. He naturally fears his own weakness, and things go from there.