Chapter 3
Beowulf trudged continuously westward, until he finally stopped under a tree when the sun was at its highest. Where would this troublesome path lead him? To the murderer of all the people in the ashen village? Beowulf could only wonder about what was to come.
The fire burns brightly within for them, Beowulf.
For them? Who are they? Surely no man could cause such catastrophe with such little evidence left behind? What exactly am I looking for? Beowulf thought curiously.
"Follow the sound that sounds sweet in your ear, Beowulf."
Beowulf turned his head to the left, annoyed that the antiqued male had returned.
"Stop speaking to me in riddles! Say what you have to say then leave me be." retorted Beowulf.
"That is not a polite way to acknowledge someone who is trying to help you." said the elderly fellow.
"You do not help me by speaking of twisted words!"
"Leave to the east, and you will have your answers." said the old man.
"When you spoke to me before, you said to travel to the west! Did you purposely send me in the wrong direction?" Beowulf questioned angrily.
"No. I told you where you could find your answers. You just haven't figured out the right questions yet. The fire burns brightly within for them. Follow the sound that sounds sweet in your ear, Beowulf." specified the aged fellow.
Beowulf threw his head furiously to the right and grunted many profanities. He looked back at his cause of rage, only to see that the old man had vanished, again. For Beowulf, this only brought about more profanities. However, Beowulf did as he was told and backtracked east until he was in town again. Once there, he went to the motel, and thought about what the aged fellow had said.
The fire burns brightly within for them. Follow the sound that sounds sweet to you ear, Beowulf.
What could he possibly mean?
Beowulf deliberated over the old man's saying, until he finally fell asleep.
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