Light shun not enough for him to wake. And as the burning woods lost its passion to be beheld upon its beautiful flames, his horse, Geroach, had been the one to bring him back on track with the time.
Jones could see, as he slowly brought himself to sit, the defying light that struggled, though the rock had been of an obstacle, to get into the cave.
And just like mosquitoes are fund of the ears, he would think the morning rays from the sunlight, is to the sealed eyes.
They both had been lucky enough to not witness the shocking wake up call by someone pointing a knife to the face. And so, Jones took it as the universe's way of approving and telling him to move onward.
However, his expectations wished to be over and above that of reality.
He would tell himself, quite so often, that it i
