Author S. Hampton is back. During this visit, he’s taking us to another place and time with a very interesting Musing. What does your muse see in this image?
A world beneath three moons, and of high grassy ridges viewed across a wide, dark river, from a haunted wasteland. In the distance are glimpsed tall capped spires that resemble castle towers. Gathered on the banks of that unnamed river is a ragged, starving early Middle Ages army of Normans, Bretons, French, Flemish, Welsh, Saxons, and Scottish vassals, accompanied by German, Spanish, Moorish, and Sicilian adventurers and camp followers.
A Norman army had marched on Scotland to put an end to Scottish raids on English soil and to put an end to the Aethelings—refugee British princes who inspired such raids. If by chance there was an opportunity to seize a kingdom of their own, then so be it.
Except, after a night of wild storms, at dawn the Norman army found itself in a strange world. Even the stars were not arranged as before. A bright, semi-circular disk of stars filled part of the sky, so beautiful and mysterious that it was called the Eye of God. Brighter than the three moons, at night it bathed the frightened people in a silvery light nearly as bright as day.
After weeks of wandering across a dark wasteland, losing thousands to disease and strange forms that inhabited the night, the people discovered the river—and they saw, on the other side, grassy ridges and hills, some dotted with castle-like towers rising from behind the high ground. Hope. Relief. Safety. Perhaps there were people like them across the river. Across the river was life while behind them was death. They had to find a way across the river if they were to live…
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