CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

Mikage's Memory

Brave soldier boy,

Comes marching home.

Sleeping soldier boy

Is carried home.

A man finds his way over the top of a golden hill, small ghost petals drifting through the wind. His eyes are filled with enlightened light as he sees a little girl, no more than three. With tarnished skin full of scars, bag tied with a knot over his shoulder, he approaches the child.

"I've come home from the war."

Are the only words he speaks as the child runs to him, face golden with the sinking sunlight. A light breeze sifts through the hair of the child and the shortened hair of the boy. A boy made into a man by the pains of war. His hard face softens with the sight of the child.

No words are exchanged between the two siblings as he slips down onto his knees to embrace the child. The grass painted gold, along with small, precious memories. These are the memories that sustain a love eternal. A love that will remain no matter what obstacles are put past it.

Leaves from the vine falling so slow.

Brave soldier boy comes marching home.