We shall move forward in the course of the history as it is. To know a bit more about our dear boy, who had just lost his master, we shall try to form his thoughts in accordance to the happening of incidents of those moments. And I think it is high time for us to be introduced our character properly to our dear readers. His former master calls him, Matt. And he knows no other name.
To History then:
How the hours passed, I do not know, nor how I slept through the rain; I never knew that one could sleep through, in the rain; it was more like losing consciousness, either from exhaustion or grief. Grief because he was more than a master to me. He was my father, mother, protector, provider, supporter, teacher, friend and everything else in this world. He was the thing I holden on to this world; now I feel all lost. It feels strange. To be so utterly alone, to be so free, yet so afraid. What should I do?
"I shall go to Tamaran", the boy said to no one, exulting in his new found freedom. The morning was bright and warm, nothing remained of the night, except for a fresh mound of earth. A song bird chirped happily in the air, and that filled him with hope. Taking a last look at the mound of earth, where his master rest, he mounted the steed, which was his only possession.
"Fare well, Master"
And he rode. To Tamaran.
2 comments:
I don't..get it..That's it, that's the end? Maybe I am missing something
Well, it is not the end yet. It is just the beginning of history.
It is a fairy tale remember? The fairy has not come in yet.
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