What A Strange Little Man (Chapter 2, page 1 of 4)


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Chapter 2

The light came through the window before the sun actually came over the horizon instructing me to get out of bed. I didn't have to report to the prison for a few more hours yet, but I wanted to step into the morning air in order to get a perspective on the day. I stood in front of a crudely cut window long enough to notice the sun was now rising over the horizon. A cool breeze filled my lungs and was very refreshing. I knew it was his last day on this earth. Whether he would go to the place he was telling me about or not I could not tell. This one thing I did know; they would take his head from his body today, and I was sure he would want to talk before that took place.

Time crawled by as I endeavored to surmise a plan of action to bring some sort of comfort to the man. I could not imagine how I would be feel knowing today was my last day to be alive. I really had no idea what the day would hold for him or me, at least not until sundown. A shudder came over me like I had never felt. Suddenly my mind was racing faster than the chariots at the coliseum, my heart started pounding hard in my chest, and I had to find a place to recline. I fell to my knees, and then to my back; I did not know what was wrong. Maybe I had caught a chill in the night and it was catching up with me now. All I knew was I had to lie still for a while.

Lying flat on my back, I closed my eyes, and drifted off. I'm not sure if it was the tales the strange little man had told me or the fresh morning air that inspired the dream, but dream is exactly what I did… at least I think it was a dream.

I was standing atop a high mountain covered with snow. The sun was brighter than I ever remembered it being, and the sky was so beautiful I reached out as if to take some of it home. The oddest thing though, I was not cold. I was clad in my usual day's dress which consisted of my leather uniform over my loin cloth. I had my sword at my side, and a spear in my right hand with the butt of it stuck firmly in the snow at my sandaled feet. I inhaled deeply as if I were going to be able to store that fresh mountain air for further use. Exhaling, I opened my eyes to behold what could only be described as a spirit, or a man, standing in front of me.

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