Just Another Fairy Tale

[Iesu]

Just something I made for the heck of it cause I wanted to return to where I started and to how I wrote when I was still really small. Hope you all enjoy...




Once there was a little boy who went to a field, but it was no ordinary field. It was special to him somehow; the field made him feel calm and collected. Each time he would be down or blue he could just visit the field and it would be there for him, to give him the small moment of silence and respite.
Days passed, then weeks, then months, then years, and the field and the boy still had been together. But as each day passed, the field became a whole lot more difficult to visit.
After the first year, a river had moved through between the foot of the field and the rest of the world, deep enough to reach the boy?s neck, but he still went and visited the field, even if it was just for a moment.
The next month had come, and a wall had built itself around the field, thrice the height of the boy, but he still made his way through, and the meager time that he had to visit the field was eaten up by going to it, he still made it a point to be with the field.
The month passed and another had come, and yet another block had made its way upon the field, the field had moved itself higher and higher from a level ground, almost as high as a large hill. Still, the boy only wanted to be with the field, so thusly, through the river and up the wall, still more up to the top of the hill, which ate up most of his time but he still had thought it was worth it just to be with the field.
The next month came just as the other months had come before and it was the same once again with another block in the path. A wall of thorny vines grew on the way up the field, too thick to be cut through by any blade, but the boy still went on. So thusly, through the river and up the wall, still more up to the top of the hill, which ate up most of his time, but he still had thought it was worth it just to be with the field. But as he reached the wall of thorns, it had been a lot more difficult than it seemed. As he climbed it, pricks came from the wall of thorns, scratching him, cutting him, forcing blood out of his arms, but his still tried to climb it until all his time was spent and he had to return to his home.
But the next day he still tried to move towards the field, as well as each and everyday, only retreating when he had to be home until one day he realized, with each foot he made up the wall, another two feet had been added to the top. But he still went on, he wouldn?t give up, he still had thought it was worth it just to be with the field.
And so it was, each day another climb, and each day another bruise and each day another cut. The summers came and it was worse. The heat didn?t help at all in his movement neither did the sweat the formed upon his fingers.
And the days passed, and on one occasion, when the boy was just upon the middle part of the wall, or a quarter of it or maybe even just an eighth of it, a rotund priest called out to the boy, ?Why are you climbing that wall??
The boy shouted back, ?I want to get to the field.?
The priest raised his brow as he shifted his glasses up, ?You could really get yourself hurt doing that.?
The boy just shook his head, and continued up the thorn wall, with the same scrapes, the same bruises, the same cuts, until he had not the energy left to go on, falling to the ground. He quickly moved to a sit as he stared upon the horizon, a tear rushing down his dirtied cheek as he stared out back to his home. The priest had been there from the beginning, giving the boy a pat upon his shoulder as they stared of at the distance.
The priest spoke out, ?Do you really need the field that much??
The boy nodded as he sniffed, rubbing tears from his cheeks, not another reply but that.
The priest nodded to himself as he moved on, speaking before he left, ?You can give your best to have something? but never give it your all. Nothing deserves everything that you have.?
The boy stared at a distance until evening came, the words of the priest still in his mind.
The next day he didn?t try to go back to the field, he didn?t go through the river, not up the wall, not up still more, not upon the wall of thorns. He moved towards another direction, where another field had been, but it couldn?t compare the past field he had been on. And so he moved on, to another field and another and another but nothing seemed to compare. Only one had come close, and yet even on that, it was not very close to what he had, but he remembered the priest?s words and he made do.
Slowly he realized, without comparing to his previous field, this was a great one which was there for him. He had another place to think, another place to be in where when he had problems, the field offered him silence and respite, and he was happy once again.
Days and weeks and months passed and the field and the boy grew together.
Until on one occasion, the river surrounding his past field dried up, the wall had collapsed and left nothing, not even the smallest speck of dust. The field had moved down level once again with the surroundings and the thorns had died and fallen. The boy saw this, he saw it all, but he already had another field that he called his own.
He stared at his new field, then at his old field, whispering half to himself, ?When everything had come back into place in my life, why did you have to come back??

[Chibi-sitter]

?When everything had come back into place in my life, why did you have to come back??

that happens in life.

?You can give your best to have something? but never give it your all. Nothing deserves everything that you have.?

Good message in the story too.

Good story

[Mellie]

wow. It's just right.

[AnShino]

That...that wa simple, yet...powerful. I like it.

[silent muse]

it seems like the field is almost representative of something else.

[Calla Lily]

Iesu, that was such an awesome story and the message really made itself clear, this is great work.