In The Name of Vashti

Light Demon

“Get demon boy! Didn’t I tell you to stay well enough away from here! Get, and stay far, far away from my slave.” The boy looked over his shoulder, a large man ran towards him, a long wooden rod raised above his head. He and a thin framed girl sat on the sidesteps leading towards a nearby town. Behind them was a small courtyard it was from this courtyard the man had come. Leaping to his feet the boy jumped from his place on the steps. As soon as his sandal shod feet hit the dirt road he took off running towards the town. “Zain!” the girl jumped to her feet soon after the boy. “Abua Azora please, stop!” she grabbed the man’s raised arm. “That’s right, run. If I see you here again I’ll skin you!” the man thundered after the boy. “Zain, please wait!” but the boy was to far down the road to hear the girl’s pleas.

“Why Abua, why drive Zain away? He wasn’t bothering anyone. Who knows he might think that I hate him now, everyone else does.” The girl’s trader face displayed her sorrow at the prospect. “Why? Why? Are you truly that blind my dear slave? He is the result of demonic works. We…I shall have no demons in my house, do you understand?”

The girl looked down, “Yes Abua. I understand.” Though she silently cursed him. Her voice was cold, “I also understand since I am truly your father’s slave, you can’t keep me here.” With that she jumped down the steps and took off in the same direction as Zain. “Shayana, stop. He is a demon, you idiot! Demons only deserve hate. They only deserve death. Come back.” But whether she heard him or not she kept running towards the town.