Chapter 3 Birth of the Jaguar KingA Chapter by Mr KizmoConclusion of the Jaguar Boy StoryIt is never true no matter how often it is said. A second is never a lifetime. It always passes. In truth it always passes in a second. It is in the moments where things are different. Each moment, a life of its own, but a second, always just a second. For the boy, the moment of fear died as the animal leapt. Fear left as he brought his thin arms down hard, the stone clasps between his hands. CRACK!!!. He would remember this moment, not for the deed done, not for the sound of the stone on the head of the beast, but rather for the feeling which replaced the fear. For the rest of his life he struggled to explain, to find the word, to tell the people this feeling, this peace. Perhaps it was the fear that birthed this calm. Perhaps it’s some chemical mystery of the mind which caused this moment, this grace. Whatever the cause, the boy knew, in this moment that no matter what the next second brought, that all was right, that all was well and right. It took some time for the men of the village to find the boy. They tracked his path from the shores of the river. They grew apprehensive when they found the soft paws printed on wet trail and the broken twig from the jaguar. They smelled the death from the cave. The torches lit and glistened off the water on the walls and ceiling of the opening as they apprehensively inched deeper. There at the very back they saw it. The thick black coat with hidden spots draped across the thin body of the boy like a royal robe. The head of the beast, Ek Balanque, on his chest, adorned with a crown of green crystal. Dead. From the torches, the golden light, like the sun, shining on the boy, Ek Balam. Alive. © 2015 Mr KizmoFeatured Review
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