The flame spluttered and spat. Elias, King of Melosica, knew it wouldn't last long. In his hands he cradled his sword. He heard the sound of running feet, coming down from the hallway. The flame vibrated vigorously. The door behind him swung open. The flame died.
* * *
Alan stared at the great heap of pig dung.
"That dung won't shovel itself you know." His dad, who was standing behind him, said sternly. Alan dug the shovel into the dung, sending up a swarm of flies.
"Never again will I ever steal." He muttered.
"Louder!" His dad called out.
"Never again will I ever steal!" Alan shouted.
"That's better.
* * *
Millie ran down the narrow avenue. On her way, she passed a boy shoveling manure. She giggled. Poor boy. She ran on. Her house was close by. Then, she emerged from the shadowy avenue and into the Main lane. Usually it would be crowded with people wearing brightly coloured clothes, shouting prices and selling their wares. But today it was empty. Today was the Sabbath day. On the far side of the great lane was her house.In all her excitement, she failed to notice the big man sneaking up from behind her. He grabbed her. In panic, Millie squealed.
"Happy birthday!" The man said.
"Da-a-ad...don't do that!" She cried out.
"Mom's in there busy with 'something'. Don't go in." Her dad told her.
* * *
In a place that no-one knew existed, there stood a sprite. It had green skin with flimsy looking dragonfly wings.
"You will not have me." He tried to convince himself. The silvery trees were calling to him. He was sure of it.They sparkled in the dim light. One by one all of his memories were disappearing, till all he could remember was :
"You will not have me." And even that was a lie.
