The Lost Hilt of the Scabbard of Kaliespis… Part 2

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Part 2

Suddenly, darkness fell and Mika feared for his life.  He felt as if the whole of the world had encompassed him.  In his panic, he held tight to what he thought could only be the Lost Hilt of the Scabbard of Kaliespis.

The day was bright and sunny with a subtle breeze that did little to cool the sweat forming on the faces that stood solemnly staring.  A voice was droning on but the old man wasn’t really comprehending what he was hearing.  To his left were two figures that were shaking and sniffing. 

Reaching out the old man placed a hand on top of the small coffin wherein lay his precious, grandson.  As tears formed, welled and dropped heavily from his eyes he said a silent prayer.

“God’s speed my dear, sweet grandson!  I hope you found what you were searching for.  I’ll be with you before you know it, and we can continue our adventures… I love you, Mika!”

Mika had not returned that day.  His small body was found beneath a ton of earth where one side of the gully had caved in.  He was sitting upright clutching a lump of clay against his chest while his other hand lay at his side grasping a stick. 

THE END