Gifts

Slaton remembered some of his wilderness training as he lit the torches. It hadn’t been hard to find two small pieces of rock to use for a spark. It had been harder to get the spark actually. After the fifteenth time, he found success. He breathed a sigh of relief when the spark touched the dry tip of the torch and flared brightly.

Holding the torch high, he slung the leather bag of torches over his back and grabbed the last of his food he had saved. He took his shirt off and used it as a satchel for his food and then stuffed into the leather bag with the torches. He did not hesitate charging through the opening and into the tunnel. He was on a mission and time was critical. The cave was not something he would remember fondly yet it had given him what he had needed at the time.