t-hawk remained knelt in an obedient manner, with his hands palm up upon his knees and his sword “Shaktia” laid out in front of him in a sign of peace. he sat and awaited his fate, be what it may.
Wondering if this be the end of his journey. he felt he was ready for the end if this be it, yet a knot the size of a bolder formed within his gut and throat threaten his ability to breath.
Once again t-hawk heard that same female voice in his head calling out to him and letting him know that the time was near, that she was coming. “t-hawk be patient for I am near, and will be with you shortly.”
t-hawk began to wonder if the voice he heard in his head was that of a long lost ancestor who had passed beyond already and was coming to take him to the Summerland of the Great Mystery above.