He began his long search for the Faerie gate. It was not difficult to find one of the iron markers, which are big iron rocks acting as markers for dreamwalkers. And from there on, it was simply tedious and long. Oh, so very long! Face the black star beside the red moon. Thirteen steps to the left, twenty six steps back, thirty nine steps to the right, twenty six steps forward, thirteen steps to the right, turn to the right, twenty six steps to the left, straight on to the next iron marker. Tarus stopped counting after the fifth repetition of this pattern.
He knew that if this was the waking world, the soles of his feet would have more blisters than he had hair. But he kept on and on and on, never stopping, never wavering from his path. On the seventh repetition, he noticed that whichever way he went, he always faced the black star beside the red moon. Or did the black star beside the red moon face him? It was only at the fourteenth repetition was he greeted something besides just another iron marker. The relief spread through him in a wave and the exhilaration could not keep the smile of his face. At last.
I think I’m really serious about entering the “Writers of the future contest”, and I think I’ll use a revamped version of “The Faerie Tree” story. A little exceprt. o_O
