Run

Alastair demanded to know the truth ” Who weaves your dream?”
The boy weeping under the stable light said it was the fairy queen
Alastair hit him with a plough kept near by
He fell on the floor bleeding, horses stomped their feet in disagreement
As if the Gods turned their back on the boy
Everything he believed in, now stood still
Alastair walked into the house
The boy laid still
A stream of light burned up the stable
“Run” the fairy queen said
And so he did, he ran and ran until he reached the river
Scared and rotten
He sailed to the other side of the river
Where moonlight was bright, during the day he did menial jobs and earned bread
At night he stared at the moon, increasing and decreasing periodically. He counted his age according to the moon periods. In a town unknown, he found life.
As the years passed, he made a life that he found in this strange town
He grew up on the bread he found. Until the fairy queen visited, and whispered “Love”
And so the following morning his search began. And so he did, years later, the boy turned into a man. A man blessed with a beautiful wife and even much more beautiful daughters.
He loved them very much, but yet every night he dreamt of Alastair. The scars he gave the boy. Fairy queen visited him at due intervals and assured that he will have his revenge.
And then, the day of revenge dawned. Rumour had it, his little girl had sailed towards the other side of river. He followed her traces which were now fainting, but it led to Alastair. A man he disgusted. A man he loathed.
“Daddy, daddy. Please help me. Please help me” his daughter screamed
Alastair laughed, as if he was mocking the innocence of her.
The boy was gone, the man punched him down and pointed a shotgun to his head and whispered “Run”
Alastair now was frightened but he ran in order to save his life. As the distance between them came to a few meters, the man shot a single bullet, aiming right through Alastair chest and fell bleeding on the ground. The boy had his revenge. A demon was dead. The dream lived.