Wrote this for a children's story contest...

 Once upon a time, there was a small hamlet in England called by the name of Narshay, known for its sweet and enchanting cow’s milk. It was believed that the milk obtained by the Narshay cows had the power to make a person relax and ease his thoughts. People from all over the world visited this village to taste some of this famed liquid.

Twelve year old Jason’s parents were the owner of the village’s cow stable. They were in charge of milking the cows and maintaining the stables. Jason was the quietest of all the Narshanians. He was the only person to never drink the sweet milk. No matter how much he was forced, poor Jason just could not gulp down the milk. Apart from this little trouble, Narshay was an ideal place for dwelling.

However, all was not well in this hamlet of the magical milk. Unknown to everybody, Narshay was ruled by Witches. They were the most ancient habitants of Narshay. With much practice of black magic, they had invented a potion that would put the drinker in a state of trance. The drinker would be completely relaxed, no worries or concern would ever bother him. The witches had developed a novel way of spreading this potion to the entire village. They fed this potion to the cows and the magic transferred to the milk.

Jason was always aloof. He felt he did not belong in Narshay. He never understood the people of his village. They seemed to never have any problems! Jason spent most of his free time walking by the village ruins, he loved exploring. One such day he came across the widower Baxter’s house, or what was left of it. Baxter died the day Jason was born, when the rains had left for that year with a loud bang of thunderstorms. A lightning had burnt down Baxter’s house, and him too, as was witnessed by the terrified McClaren sisters. He poked around the rubble and discovered much to his delight a golden diary, pages yellowed with age. Excited to find something that old, he quickly flipped through it.

The entire diary was blank, except for two lines,

“The witches cursed us Narshanians. We are in a trance.”

“The witches controlled our world this way. By subtle charms.”

Jason dropped the book as if it had caught fire. At the bottom of the page was written the word MILK.

It did not take long for him to realize what was happening. He ran back home, wondering if he should tell anyone about the diary. Unsure about anyone believing him, he decided to take matters in his hand. That night Jason did not sleep. He sneaked out of the house at the crack of the dawn and reached the stable just on time to see the old McClaren sisters leave. After much quiet struggle, he shooed away all the cows to the outskirts of the village. On his return, he found that the entire village was gathered around the stable. All looking awestruck as well as panicky. This was a new strange feeling for them. The effect of the potion was wearing off, and they gradually felt their minds open as they struggled to grasp what had happened. It was then that Jason read out the lines from Baxter’s diary.

Realization dawned and they noticed that except for the two sisters, everybody was present. The stunned villagers were quick to act; maybe their minds had rested enough. They acted swiftly, and soon the sisters were imprisoned in a tall dungeon far from the village.

This was how Narshay was freed from the clutches of evil witches. Jason is still known as the hero of Narshay.