Epilogue To The Crucible

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We rode the camel and were just miserable from the desert heat, but we finally arrived at the wedding. The oasis was beautiful and in my mind I was thinking of a tent in the middle of the desert with hot, clustered bodies moving around. Upon entering the oasis I was greeted by a man who helped setup the wedding for Fatima and I, he was nice. We talked and he led me into a tent which looked quite nice with cactus flowers that smelled like lavender on the outside near the entrance. Family members and friends were there which made me feel so delited, I think this wedding was the right move. I wanted to find my love Fatima but then I overheard a conversation from a guest talking to another man. “Ahh yes I want to make lead into gold but what do “No no, I found my personal legend, it was the love I have been looking for,” The King of Salem told me, “Excuse me, I have to use my energy to something that is not a stone wall,” I was so disrespected. Once more I felt remorse at myself but I thought that he was just jealous that I found a women who would love me for who I am. I went to drink wine when I felt a message come from the Earth, I felt as if I should go outside. My feet, oh they walk without my control like if wind was swaying them to my destination, what is happening? I walked outside to only find a crow. “Haha, little bird, what is your business being here?” the crow shot at me with the speed of an arrow and I was blind sighted, it went to a direction in the desert and almost felt as it was reminding me of my personal... “Santiago SANTIAGO, these fools are trying to turn lead into gold come look!!” I forgot what I was thinking about and said “Ahh yes I knew that game would attract my guests.” I walked into the tent and I was blindsided again with the beautiful chandelier hanging from the top of the tent. But wait was there a decoration on the chandelier, I saw two crows sitting on the sides of the chandelier, it was if, wait, there real. Must of been a hole in the tent and I just looked around to see how my wedding was going. The tea looked so delightful but I just never got accustomed “I once attended a wedding and met a young fellow sort of like you,” where was he going with this, “he had a good life but died young, I could see that something deep inside of him was bothering him.” I told him “No, my love's too strong for Fatima and I must pursue my wedding.” Then I told him“Thank you for that advice but please, don't speak of this again, he said “Ok, congratulations on the marriage, I wish the best of luck to you.” I felt something in my pocket, no it couldn't be, it was my omens. I walked outside and it was almost time for the marriage ceremony, I felt so happy that situation was dealt with and I wanted to see my wife in her beautiful dress more than I wanted a another glass of water. I felt a presence outside and then saw sheep, it was the sheep I gave The King of Salem, I could tell because of that face of wanting more food and water. I just felt as if the wedding was a path full of smooth stones with pointy, cracked rocks at the end. Maybe it was

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