John Hamish Watson, Late of the First Crusade, disillusioned by the atrocities and hypocrisy of the Christian forces with whom he fought, makes his way back to Europe, unsure of himself or his future.
At the request of a boyhood friend, he accepts a job as huntsman/gamekeeper in a troubled forest thought to be plagued by deadly spirits at worst, a malevolent wizard at best.
"Nicea or Antioch?" a deep, disembodied voice echoed around John, bouncing off first one tree trunk, then the next.
He clenched his left hand but remained calm. ”Who’s there?” John’s dagger and sheath were hidden just inside his leather jerkin, invisible, he hoped, but still within easy reach should he be attacked by anything that could bleed.
A robed figure stepped out from the shadows, It was tall, slender-faced, with striking, piercing eyes. Were they human eyes? Would a mere mortal have such a gaze?
John swallowed. “Are you the wizard?”
The figure’s mouth turned up at one corner before he answered, “It suits my purposes for the peasantfolk to believe so. However, I am human, as you are. I mean you no harm. You may call me Sherlock, if you wish.”
"John. John Watson. I’m….I was sent to protect the village from whatever danger haunts this forest. They fear there are evil spirits about."
Sherlock laughed. “Well-timed echoes, glow from the roots of the honey mushroom, illusions, John Watson. A trick.”
"Then you’re not a wizard?" John had to admit he was battling feelings of doubt, relief, and disappointment.
"No. Wizards do not exist, John. And if they did, I wouldn’t be one of them."
I’ve never done much in the way of graphics or manips, so I thought this might be a chance to try. Background was taken from a site licensed for re-use. Clothing comes from online costume catalogs. Simple PowerPoint work, no photoshop. Wanted to see what it would look like. Exchangelock gift for jamesphillimoresumbrella
I feel like I must have been a very good girl to deserve finding this when I returned to tumblr. Thank you so, so much, I love it, and the ficlet, and the way it feels like you could plant it in good earth and watch it grow into a bigger story. (And I’m glad to find that I’m not the only person who uses PowerPoint for all her graphic-making needs.;) ) Thank you, thank you!!!