The Sparrow - Part Three
Three days passed in agonising anticipation, each one marked by the distant tolling of church bells in the distance. The boy heard the calls of locals as they discovered the bodies of his adopted parents and finally the smell of ash and fire as their house was set alight.
As the sun rose on the fourth day, the boy emerged from his hiding place and set forth on a path guided by fate. Ten miles east he walked, as instructed by the bird, his weary steps leading him to a humble cottage.
The young boy, knocked on the door and awaited. After a time, it opened and standing before him were a kindly, elderly couple, there shimmered with the light of love and warmth. They begged him to enter, they offered him food and drink and a place to sleep.
As the boy fell into slumber, a deep and quiet sleep, one that he could hardly have ever imagined only days before, the sparrow came to his window and spoke to him one last time. "Twenty years, upon this day, my master told me to spirit away the soul of this couple's one and only child. It is a guilt that I have held ever since. This this of fate has allowed me a little redemption in my own heart." And with that he flew away.
Over the coming weeks, they boy told them of his life and the extraordinary tale that brought him to their door. The boy solace and belonging in their care, his resilient spirit nurtured by the embrace of kind souls. The couple and the boy found true happiness for each had borne their share of hardships and sorrows and in each others arms they had found love.
As spring's ephemeral beauty gave way to the lushness of summer, the boy blossomed in the gentlest of hands, surrounded by love and every so often, serenade by the send calls of sparrow song.
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