What A Strange Little Man (Chapter 2, page 2 of 7)

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Chapter 2

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.

He spoke quietly, in almost a whisper, "Hear this man."

I was surprised at his words and answered, "What man, Lord?"

He seemed to get taller as he spoke, "The man I have sent to you."

I was perplexed, "The man you sent to me?"

He explained, "The man in your charge. He has the words of life."

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