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The old man by the well.
THE OLD MAN AT THE WELL.
Mougwat Hughes traveled the open road in search of a worthy death. His life had ended. His wife of forty long years, died a painful death. The doctors healing hands were no match against the mysteries of the machine, as the sickness had eventually spread to her brain. His oldest son, sought his father’s love behind the edge of a sword and died, as he fought bravely for his country and land. At least that was the message sent to him. His mountains of gold, rubies and every precious stone beneath the glory of the sun were burned to piles of dust and ashes. Mougwat Hughes traveled the open road in search of a worthy death. Towards the setting of the third sun, he had given up hope. Even death had refused a man so pitiful with grief and misery. He longed to argue with the gods themselves as he knew that he had earned his right to a disgraceful end. But even Mougwat Hughes was no fool to the ways of the world. He knew that to deserve his rightful death, he must earn it. The same way he had earned his wife’s heart beneath the majestic mountain tops of Devil’s peek. High and low he searched for the perfect point of his execution. There were no river’s in which to drown his sorrows. The surrounding hills were to small to leap and the burning sun had begun to set, cooling his burning skin. Meet your destiny, said the ambient, low growling voice. Mougwat thought himself mad. He knew that he was not in the favor of the gods to be accompanied by another. Your destiny awaits. Loneliness began to fade and a foolish hope had begun to burn within Mougwat Hughes. Although he favored death, the thought of someone to confide in, if only to assist him in his efforts, began to bring him comfort. Surrounded by ancient stone was an old man standing at the side of a well. In his grasp, he held a staff made of gold, rubies and every precious stone beneath the glory of the sun. His attire was that of a soldier and his hair was long and flowing like that of a fair maiden. If it is your destiny you seek, perhaps I can assist you, said the old man. Mougwat Hughes was suddenly wrought with joy. The gods had answered his prayers. I wish to die, said Mougwat Hughes. That is the destiny I seek. The old man smirked a menacing grin as he touched the face of Mougwat Hughes. He had been blind for many years. I cannot promise you death, said the old man. But I can assure you, your destiny awaits. Mougwat Hughes looked into the well. It’s walls were covered in a darkness. Does not the hardened earth await me at the bottom, said Mougwat Hughes curiously. This well is no ordinary well, said the old man. Deep in the belly of it’s walls awaits your past or your future, but never both. Mougwat Hughes was suddenly distraught and confused. But I only wish to die, he said. Death was not in your past, said the old man. What your heart cherished and lost before, may instead await you at the bottom of the well. However, you may still find the death you seek. Mougwat Hughes waited before the well until the night sky bloomed with stars, until the dawning of the new day. And he waited…and he waited…
Written and Created by Marty McMasters
"This story is dedicted to all the dreamers of the world. My fondest hope is that it will symbolize the journey of accomplishment, trials and hardships faced along the path of the unknown, and the uncertain. Thank you all for reading.
M.M.
Mougwat Hughes traveled the open road in search of a worthy death. His life had ended. His wife of forty long years, died a painful death. The doctors healing hands were no match against the mysteries of the machine, as the sickness had eventually spread to her brain. His oldest son, sought his father’s love behind the edge of a sword and died, as he fought bravely for his country and land. At least that was the message sent to him. His mountains of gold, rubies and every precious stone beneath the glory of the sun were burned to piles of dust and ashes. Mougwat Hughes traveled the open road in search of a worthy death. Towards the setting of the third sun, he had given up hope. Even death had refused a man so pitiful with grief and misery. He longed to argue with the gods themselves as he knew that he had earned his right to a disgraceful end. But even Mougwat Hughes was no fool to the ways of the world. He knew that to deserve his rightful death, he must earn it. The same way he had earned his wife’s heart beneath the majestic mountain tops of Devil’s peek. High and low he searched for the perfect point of his execution. There were no river’s in which to drown his sorrows. The surrounding hills were to small to leap and the burning sun had begun to set, cooling his burning skin. Meet your destiny, said the ambient, low growling voice. Mougwat thought himself mad. He knew that he was not in the favor of the gods to be accompanied by another. Your destiny awaits. Loneliness began to fade and a foolish hope had begun to burn within Mougwat Hughes. Although he favored death, the thought of someone to confide in, if only to assist him in his efforts, began to bring him comfort. Surrounded by ancient stone was an old man standing at the side of a well. In his grasp, he held a staff made of gold, rubies and every precious stone beneath the glory of the sun. His attire was that of a soldier and his hair was long and flowing like that of a fair maiden. If it is your destiny you seek, perhaps I can assist you, said the old man. Mougwat Hughes was suddenly wrought with joy. The gods had answered his prayers. I wish to die, said Mougwat Hughes. That is the destiny I seek. The old man smirked a menacing grin as he touched the face of Mougwat Hughes. He had been blind for many years. I cannot promise you death, said the old man. But I can assure you, your destiny awaits. Mougwat Hughes looked into the well. It’s walls were covered in a darkness. Does not the hardened earth await me at the bottom, said Mougwat Hughes curiously. This well is no ordinary well, said the old man. Deep in the belly of it’s walls awaits your past or your future, but never both. Mougwat Hughes was suddenly distraught and confused. But I only wish to die, he said. Death was not in your past, said the old man. What your heart cherished and lost before, may instead await you at the bottom of the well. However, you may still find the death you seek. Mougwat Hughes waited before the well until the night sky bloomed with stars, until the dawning of the new day. And he waited…and he waited…
Written and Created by Marty McMasters
"This story is dedicted to all the dreamers of the world. My fondest hope is that it will symbolize the journey of accomplishment, trials and hardships faced along the path of the unknown, and the uncertain. Thank you all for reading.
M.M.
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Comment by Marty McMasters on June 20, 2009 at 3:17am -
I would have edited a bit more, but found myself too lazy. It's my day off. lol. Sorry about that. Besides, that's what agents and editors are for!
M.M.
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