215 Finding Direction (2/2)
'Don't tell me he never even considered that fact before?'
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As Laz made it back to the farm house, he noticed Onacona waiting for him. Without even needing to announce himself, the old man ran over faster that his age would suggest was possible.
”Did you find her?”
”Yeah. She's fine and will be fine. Let's go inside.”
Sitting down at the table, was Laz, Sarah's mom and Onacona.
”Sarah is fine, but she won't be back for a while.” Laz started to explain.
”Not going to be back?” Sarah's mom worried. It took a minute for Onacona to calm her down enough to ask his own question.
”What happened?”
”What she was feeling? Why she was feeling it? I'm not totally sure on the details. But I do know that it's part of her... awakening.”
”Awakening?”
”It's the first stage of growth for us. Each one is different.”
”So this is... normal?” The old man asked while Sarah's mom looked on.
”It's normal enough. Like I said, each one is different and my best guess would be that he awakening has to do with being a part of your tribe, a descendant of your people.”
”Where exactly is she then?”
”Close by but far away. In the place that spirits gather.”
”What?”
”ARE YOU SURE? HOW CAN SHE BE THERE?” Onacona seemed livid. After all, that place had almost killed Laz before and Sarah was much weaker than him.
”I'm sure. And unlike me, she was invited in. She needs to find her guide so that she can begin her training as a spirit walker.”
”Really? That's... that's what's happening?”
”So I was told. I don't really understand since those so called spirits are just like smart demon beasts, but whatever.”
”Uhh...?”
”Nothing. Anyway. I was told it would take about a year from now. At least this time. And she will find her way home after that. Will everything be ok here?”
”Yes. Actually, it's probably a good thing she isn't here...” The old man sighed as he said this, causing Laz to wonder what was up.
”Old man?” He asked.
”They are coming to check out the village. It seems... just staying away from the rest of the country wasn't a feasible idea.”
”Who's coming? Police?”
”Not just them. The feds as well. They are organizing. Huge searches which are suppose to clean up the infected from all over. Her not being around for that is a good thing. But you need to leave, as soon as possible.” The old man advised.
”Yeah. It was time I got going on my way anyway.” Laz sighed as he stood up. Once again, it seemed he had to go someplace else.
”If you have no where else to go, head west. It's a lot easier to hide in the large open lands out there.”
”Thanks Onacona, but I have to head south. I was told I needed to find something there,” Laz replied, thinking about what Tyr had told him.
”Alright. Come with me.”
The old man took Laz out to an old shed on the property. After prying open the stuck wooden doors, Laz saw an old, yet well cared for motorcycle sitting there. It was a classic Indian.
”Wow...”
”It's old, but it still runs. Kick start, just a speedometer with a manual gas gauge on the tank so keep an eye on it.”
”Are you sure?”
The old man laughed at the question.
”My riding days are far behind me Laz. At least I feel that she will get much more use with you than I could ever give her.” The old man then reached in his pocket and grabbed out the keys before helping him push the bike outside.
All of the kids ran up and gave Laz a hug before asking about Tyr. After reassuring them that Tyr would be back and was just on a mission with Sarah, the kids finally let him off. Laz then gave a hug to Sarah's mom before exchanging a handshake with Onacona.
”Take care everyone. I will come back to visit soon.” Even though Laz meant it, he knew it would be next to impossible to actually do it. He had a knack for drawing danger with him and he didn't want to hurt this nice family.
”Take care of yourself, young one. You have a difficult journey ahead while the world changes around us. But be careful not to lose that heart of yours. The devils come when the heart is weak.”
Laz waved one last time as he put on his old eagle helmet that had been collecting dust in his storage pouch. The only friend he would have on the road from now on was the setting sun.
-End of Volume 2-