"The land of the saved, saved from from what?" l queried
"Saved from the wrath and jealousy of Helena." He replied
"'Santos your dad is still kneeling down please forgive him" my mother pointed out.
At the point of my father's death I forgave his misdeeds and I no longer held any grudge against him. This words of his is something I wished | could ever hear but thought it will never be possible now I've heard it and I'm really happy about it.
"I forgave you at the point of your death and now I no longer hold any grudge against you. Please stand up. I'm sorry to keep you kneeling." I replied to his joy.
He stood up and hugged me tightly as many emotions flowed through my mind and his.
"I missed" you he whispered while sobbing.
"Tell us what you faced at the dark cave"
Steve requested.
"I fought an assassin the head priest who had wanted his son and my rival Raven to be the one to go on the mission sent an assassin to kill me and a ferocious fight ensued between us. This ended when I kicked hinm into a trap and this trap keep killed him." I narrated his death with great unease
"Then I entered the trap zone which I was not informed about earlier and met and dodged many traps till one got me and knocked me out. That was where I was picked up by dad.
"You mean the head priest sent an assassin to kill you." Martha asked almost in disbelief and I nodded.
"I respected him just like everyone did. I never knew he could be so wicked and callous. I wish I can make everyone to see who he really is. Steve added.
"But unfortunately you can't" I cut in.
We spent quite some time discussing about everything we wanted to with everyone airing his views on issues out out for discussion. I felt very happy that for once my family can be really called family without mentioning anyone who has gone astray. I felt joyous because here l can move freely along the streets without anyone insulting me or throwing ugly comments at me.
Finally the world felt peaceful and seemed like a resting place. Finally I can ask the dead the questions which I had kept for them. I prayed things should remain like this forever and hoped god heard my request.
"Santos I wonder if you really want to know but I will just let you know. The person tending to your injuries is your biological mother she is also here with us and I wonder if you really want to see her." My father told me. Right from the time l knew him this had been his style of asking informing anyone about anything. I had earlier attributed it to his alcoholism but he still spoke that way. It is now clear to me that it is his style of speaking
"Yes I really want to see her and know what she looks like."
She has checked on you today but will be here again tomorrow then you will see her.