The sight of the old man digging the grave gave the young man a cold shiver down his spine, he stood with his eyes wide open breathless and motionless. The old man with his wrinkled ancient face looked at him, his eyes were dark as a starless sky yet they had a sparkle which strange enough calmed the young man’s heart and brought back the color to his face. “I was expecting you” the old man said as he turned his head away and continued digging, speechless the young man found some courage to move a step forward, “Why don’t you give me a hand, I need to finish digging this grave before dawn”, the old man spoke as he lifted his head pointing in the direction of a shovel which lied on his side. As if he was under a spell the young man lifted the shovel, moved opposite the old man and started digging. “I won’t answer any question you ask untill we are through, after that you may ask whatever you want”, the old man said as he looked him in the eyes, “I know what you’re after, and I am here to show you the way”.
Night fell as they were digging, the old man reached to a bag and took out a lantern and lit it. The night was dead silent in the cemetery, and the silence was only broken by the sound of the wandering owls and the strikes of the shovels as they hit the ground. The light was dim and their shadows danced like drunken ghosts as they went on with digging, the young man’s head was about to explode, so many thoughts were going through his mind, his anxiety to know who this man was, what brought him here and how did he know what he was after, yet the most thing that left him inpatient was the fact that he was to finally know the way to the sacred mirror. It was almost midnight as they finished digging, the oil in the lantern was almost finished so the old man filled it up from a bottle he had in the bag, “Come on son our job is done let’s sit and rest”, he said that as he handed him a water bottle to drink.
They sat under one of the old pine trees and the old man clearly exhausted from digging rested his head back on the tree and closed his eyes. The young man gazed in his face he has never seen such and old face with many wrinkles before, how old was he, he wondered to him self, and what brought him to these lands and whose grave was it that they just finished digging. “It is my grave son” the old man said with his eyes closed, the young man heart skipped a beat, the old man just read his mind, “I was born in a village right here, in place of this cemetery, 300 years ago”…..