Where It All Began (An Older Fiction Story I Wrote)

             They were falling apart, and it was cold. He couldn't turn back now so he took off his supply pack and produced some duct tape from it. Little by little with increasing speed he began to tape his boots up. He knew it wasn't permanent, but for now it would work.

             He tested them briefly, then continued on when satisfied. It would be a long journey, but he had come too far to quit, so he continued on. Suddenly the weather began to change and the search was on for shelter! He pushed through the winter storm as the snow nearly stopped him with each wind gust. Colder. Colder still. He refused to stop, he wouldn't as memories led him on. Flashs of older and gentler times poured into his thoughts and he remembered his community, his friends, his family. He focused on their last words in his going away party, "The marks of our family will be on the sacred tree; where our ancestors first began to settle.". His families' words echoing within became his fuel. He looked, and looked some more, until a cave was revealed. He entered as quick as he could. He looked around, made a small fire from some wood of an old tree limb inside and set up camp. Frozen hands made the task difficult, yet the need for safety and warmth drove him on.

            It was a long night, a cold night, and the journey nearly stopped him; still he slept and awoke from the words of his family echoing in his thoughts, "The marks of our family will be on the sacred tree; where our ancestors first began to settle.". As the storm broke and light of the morning spoke it's volumes of hope in second chances he woke, ate, and set out again, venturing toward the place. On and on he continued, walking through the newly set snow where he became lost. Pack out once more to a produce a map, he spread it out in his hands as he looked it over in close observation. He looked again and again, disbelief at what he found: he was there! "Where was the tree though?", he wondered. He began to search and brush the snow off the trees until he tripped over the bear-shaped rock. Shaking off the pain, and making sure he was alright, he remembered, "The bear made of stone will show you where.", said his uncle at the going away party (part of the instructions he briefly forgot). He brushed it off and saw it pointing to a tree. He followed the nose to an old pine tree, brushed it off and began to dance at the discovery of his family crest marked into the tree! He would dance, and dance and dance the old dance of his people. The journey was over, the treasure was found here, where his family began! It didn't hurt either that it was his families' gold that was buried under the foot of the tree.

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