The End

He started coughing and sneezing. Then blood began oozing down his mouth, nose and eyeball. The sight was gruesome for even a grown man he was filled with bullets and blood all around. I gave him a slow sidelong look and anger began to spread over me like fever. this bastard must die I screamed, reloaded my gun and fired at him again like a sniper. Then finally there was a long loud and heavy fall like a roar of thunder. Go to hell it's over for you I said and jumped down. For fear he still might not be dead, I loaded the rest of my father's bullets and fired another round of shots until I became convinced that it was all over for the evil creature. It was a cloudless night with twinkling stars. The busy insects had set up a mixture of loud and disturbing sounds under the full moon. A triumphant wave suddenly ran over my whole body as I began to imagine how my father and the village folks would react to the good news and accomplishment. I beheaded the monster and placed it's bloody in my hunting bag which I carried on my shoulder. The disappearance of my father kept haunting me, but the thrill of having killed the evil monster overpowered my desire to look for him any further. He might be home by now I thought and headed home. A few kilometers away from the river I saw a piece of cloth like that of my father hanging on a branch of a tree. I hurried to take a closer look, and behind the tree of that branch was the head of my father. I was filled with rage that instant and my heart felt as if it was being pricked by a needle. I opened my hunting bag and smashed the monster's head against the tree repeatedly and knelt down. I lifted up my father's head very gently, supporting it in my arms. I looked at his face. There were mark's of the monster's grip on his neck. My lips tightened in anger and fury and tears that had welled up in my eyes began to flow freely as running water. I indeed wept bitter tears of regret and disappointment for not being around to save my father's life. ''Shed no tears, Son, shed no tears'' a strange and hoarse voice like an echo in an empty house said. I looked everywhere but saw no one. 

Who are you please ? I asked in a soft and muffled voice. ''Shed no tears, Son. Your father was sacrificed for a special purpose, his blood was used to spiritually cleanse you and give you the strength and courage you needed to bring an end to the era of the evil monster and his reign of terror. You stood up to the challenge, and you have done just that. Congratulations! A special celebration and jubilation awaits you in town. What! you mean the village folks know about it already? They do my son they do, the voice echoed. this must be a dream, I thought You are not not dreaming, Son. Then, I got up and wondered how the voice could read my mind, Don't be surprised. We started preparing you for this day the very moment your mother fell victim to this evil monster you just killed. That is why your father brought you to the farm so early today. You mean my father to knew about this ? Yes he did But why my family? Why Me. That's a good question. A spiritual leader had predicted a long ago that the first son of the first woman to fall victim to the evil monster had been destined to conquer and eradicate it.  So why was my father killed by the monster. As I said your father's death was a spiritual sacrifice. He was killed by two of the royal palace executioners. That is why you found his clothes on the branch.  Go forth with the clothes and the two heads home for burial. They will not mourn your father's death. Why not? I asked. Crying and Mourning means fear but your father was a noble and fearless man whose sacrificial death had forever erased the sense of fear that gripped our village folks for ever, Go home. Your arrival will be greeted with clapping and cheering. One more thing, what is it? your father wants you to hold on to your gun.  Good bye. No, no, no, don't go I have some more questions to ask you, I screamed pleadingly to no avail, I heard the voice and echo, no more. I held my head high I know I had fulfilled my beloved father last and greatest wish. My journey back to the village mainly was spent on me remember the life my father lived. My father was a very noble man who went by the name of Pa Komi

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