Chapter 6....Scaleaha

Why would some random stranger be talking about Scaleaha?
Not to mention in my cave!
In the kids cave.
I turn and begin to run away from the cave but then I remember my Maskas favorite saying.
'Follow your dreams, but more importantly take risks!'
I stop dead in my tracks; a single tear rolling gently down my cheek.
I turn back.
"For you Maska!" I say and run back towards the cave.
Instead of entering slowly and timidly I barge in, full speed as though I'm a raging bull fighting in the arena.
'Quiet feet better than loud feet on a battle field. Surprises the enemy.'
This time words of advice from my father.

He past away when I was seven years old.
He died from an awful illness.
He was a herbalist.
Every summer he would leave the house and enter this very forest.
Every autumn; just as winter was about to brake he would return; every year, except this one. We received a letter by pigeon post around January the 18th.
It was a note from one of his companions explaining that he was very ill, definitely not strong enough to continue the expedition, or return home for that matter.
Another month on we received a second letter, this time brought personally to our household explaining his death.

He had never been a loud person.
More of the quiet type, keeping to himself most of the time.
My brother Kanyanta also disappeared around this time, never to be seen again.

My house had been split in two.
The boys looked after by the gods, and my Maska and me left alone at home in our large house causing us to move home and me to end my education.

I think of him now as I enter the cave.
My rage reduced to a calm.
I think about how strange his sudden illness was.
I sometimes wonder whether the story was true.
Maybe he was murdered, or maybe he had run of never too be seen again.

I slip down another corner.
The voices louder now.
My walk turns to a run, my run to a sprint, my sprint to the ground.
I land hard on my back the whole ground vibrating.
The cave goes quiet; the voices stop.
I here footsteps hurrying down the tunnel.
I see faces looking down on me.
I rub my eyes.
Surely my eyes are lying?
No they can't be.
Above me stands my father, my brother and Malanao.

Does anyone other than Ms Candy every read this?
If no-one does I'll stop. I'm Writing this for you guys yet I get no feedback and when I do its from one person. I apologize to the people who do comment and do read this, but I am honestly considering stopping.....
Though I may keep going for my own entertainment....
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P.S I'm not going to post Scaleaha this weekend...depending on how many comments I get, I will continue posting as usual on Monday.
Thanks and sorry if you really wanted chapter seven and eight.