This story continues a series of short fiction exploring some of the Faerie Shepherds and Shepherdesses within my fantasy world. Read below the story for further explanation and head over to the Tales of the Faerie Shepherds if you’d like to read more!

This is how I’ll die. 

Intake—sharp air coursing throughout, biting all in its path. Blood pumps, an audible whooshing; its rapids dancing within. My heart … my heart beats louder than ever, faster, harder. It breaks free of my chest—its home … once. 

The rock face—the moment previous, a welcome savior—now cuts me, bruises, awakens. 

Nothing stable beneath my feet. Dirt, debris, rock droppings cascade away from searching toes—frantic for firm ground. 

Muscles weaken—shake. 

Hands sweat—slip. 

Grips loosen—slide. 

My mountain’s failed me. Turned. 

Rejected. Renounced. 

I look up as air swooshes on every side and bid farewell to the heart I freely left behind. 

I gave my heart to the mountain and it took it. 

The Mountain that Stole a Heart” Copyright © 2019 by Joy E. Rancatore. All Rights Reserved.

What do you think about this world of mine that I’m building? If you enjoyed this story, please head over to read the entire Tales of the Faerie Shepherds series.

This month’s story flowed from the inspiration of a delightful monthly online writing prompt, #BlogBattle. As you will read on their site, “Blog Battle is a monthly writing prompt meant to inspire writers and entertain readers.” To read several outstanding stories inspired by July’s prompt, “Stable,” head on over to the BlogBattlers site!

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