Coming of the Dawn
They had walked for long in the dark without star or moon to guide or give them light. The boy and the old man. The old man aways in the lead. His footing sure. He was like an old tree. Twisted with many growth lines. The boy was young and smooth skin with wolf wild hair that kept getting into his eyes so that he would have to brush it away constantly.
After walking for so long it seemed to the boy that his legs would drop off from his body and his head would roll away the old man stopped and sat down on the moist earth and grass. The boy knew they were finally at their destination. The shaman was finally going to show him magic. This was it. This was the moment he was sick with the yearning for. This was the thing that haunted his every moment. Magic! Now, he the apprentice would finally begin to learn the secrets. Today, the old man had promised to show him magic. The boy was impatient. He wanted it NOW. He knew better than to bother or plead the old man. At best he would be ignored or it might bring him a cuff to the ear.
They sat the night and all around them the most beautiful songs of birds could be heard. The edge of the sky blanket began to brighten a lighter blue and the lens of his soul registers new shapes in the light. He saw trees with branches all curled and trying to touch the sky. Finally came the glowing glory of the coming of the dawn. the horizon seemed to seem on fire with the fierce orange glow.
"Look," said the old man pointing at the horizon. "Magic," he said as he pointed. And they sat and watched a new day be born together.
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