Enigma
The cold frost chills. Icy winds tear across the land. The sky is a mass of darkness.
Morgan gapes at the view. His wide eyes stare in awe at the strange world before him. He takes a tentative step forward before stopping. Nervously, he glances at the shut door behind him. Then he creeps forward slowly with an insatiable curiosity.
He knew the land. He had been before with his father and mother. They had visited his scowling aunt and cousins. He remembered the visit well. He hadn't seen his aunt smile once during their visit and she spoke coldly to his parents.
"I don't like this…"
He turns unhappily to his cousin. "Are you scared?"
A great frown is born and his cousin looks about to burst into tears before fleeing. The all too familiar door slams shut with the wind. Morgan flinches. The sound rings in his ears for a long moment. An uncomfortable shiver races down his spine.
He steels himself. He knows the land. He knows Wales. His constant questions have given him countless answers. All of them are now swarming around in his head. He knows them each well. Long were the days where he stayed up with vibrant imaginings filling his weary mind. He takes a deep breath.
The cold air burns his throat. It swishes around in his mouth before he exhales sharply. The summers of Ingary are often at odds with this strange world that he's begged and pleaded to explore. A tentative smile spreads slowly across his face. He creeps forward one wary step at a time.
His steps grow bolder. This is the land of his father! He can hardly believe that he was ever nervous. He scurries down the road excitedly.
"Morgan Pendragon!"
He freezes. No one calls him that. Not unless he's in trouble. He turns slowly with a sheepish smile and his shoulders up to his ears. His mother beckons him sternly. As he inches back to the confines of his home he notes how her eyes flicker in the direction of his aunt's home.
"Oh, aren't you being unfair, Sophie?" his father stifles a laugh.
She glances at him disapprovingly. The careful curve of her mouth made a firm frown. Her hands clapped onto Morgan's shoulders. She ushered him back into the house, and to Ingary, with just a touch of impatience.
"I think not," she replies simply. Then, to Morgan, she says in soothing tones. "You can come when you're older. That way your father can watch you."
Morgan obeys. He knows better than to talk to her about Wales. The door closes behind them. Morgan isn't upset at his loss of adventure. He intends to find out about his mother's distinct dislike of Wales. His mind is brimming with plans – all starting with his unfriendly aunt.
Author's Note: Ah… This is about the nineteenth story that hasn't come out how I expected it to. I had hoped that this would have been better in words than in my head. That's too bad. I must admit that I know very little of the book world. I haven't managed to get a hold of the last one, unfortunately. Oh, and, may I add, this story was very much inspired by a song. As I can't very well go around spouting the names of artist's without consent from their agency I will test my luck and say that the song is called 'All the Secrets of Your Heart'. Yes, I did rather fail at keeping to that particular theme…
I do hope that you aren't too disappointed, dear readers. I do apologise for all of my shortcomings. It would be impossible for me to stand on par with other works relating to this particular series, however.
