The Beginning of the End

The Beginning of the End 6

As they came upon a massive oak, Patrick smiled, “Ah, home, very nice, old friend, but I doubt my father wants to see me in our family home any time soon.” With a snort the stallion turned and headed North. Patrick stood there for a minute, head c****d to the side, and watched as another overgrown path appeared, and opened, allowing the horse entry. When the vines had remained out of the way he understood and followed the stallion’s lead entering the dark path with the vines closing behind him. As they walked only the light of the stallion’s mane illuminated the path, the forest around them continued to grow darker. They walked on in darkness and silence, no animal life was to be heard in the forest, slowly Patrick began to realize that he was being led down the path of battle. A slightly uneasy feeling began to fall over him as they walked, he had been in battle many times over the years, but the one he now faced was one like he had never been in before. As they walked, he allowed his mind to recall the stories of his father, uncles, brothers, and even other men of the tribe.

The children of the tribe would be raised on these tales from a young age, they all in their own time will face their own and they needed to be prepared. The storied played through his mind like a movie on Netflix, his tribe was blessed with the ability to transfer their memories through their stories, a very important skill that enabled the children to understand the meanings of, and the ability to use them to build their own battle plans when the time came. Once the last of the old stories had plaid through his mind, they returned to his memories where they would be stored until his time came to add his story and give them to the children. If he survives the up coming battle. When his eyes focused again, he had noticed that both he and the stallion had come to a stop, the doorway he had entered through had reappeared. The stallion stood watching him then went to graze in a pasture leaving him standing and looking at the door. He walked up to the door and gingerly laid a hand on it, and with a light click the door began to slowly swing open, giving him access back to the mortal world.