The Ghillie and the Fey

A short story ( very short)

A faithful young ghillie was tending his master’s flock one cold night in the hills of Ardmore.
As the night wore on and bitter chill set in he's bones he heard the sound of merry piping and fiddling.
Smelled the smells of roasting meat and fresh bread.
The sound drew him closer.
The smell of the feast was overpowering for the faithful ghillie had eaten not but bannocks and oats for nigh on a week.

Beside the cairn of ancient kings he saw the fire light in an opening in the mound where one should not be.
With awe and repose he saw they fey folk at their merry feasting.
Aye, and one wee one spied him and approached him on silent feet.
Bid him come and partake of the feast for so faithful a man was welcome among the good folk of the earth.
He was hesitant to leave his masters flock and worried over the nature of the fey.
But good sense is often over ruled by hunger and a thirst for eldritch things.
So, he was welcome.
And feasted his fill, drank his horn dry only to be refilled.
Danced with the fey and entertain their king with tales of the customs of men the Fey find so odd.
As the night wore on and fires burned low the fey wished him a fond farewell and bid him return was he able.
As his eyes opened to the dawn. the hole in the cairn was gone and all that was left was the wrinkled hands and weathered face of an old man.

Author's Note

lemme have it ! I can take it !!!!!

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

Poor guy . . . I hope my dreams of youth don't crash so violently

[Marie]

It isn't terrible; has a certain charm.

[Hammerschild]

Go on.......